Your Alchemy Furnace is Pirated, Mine is Genuine

“Why surrender so quickly? Weren’t you all so tough just a moment ago?”

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Jiang Che’s lips.

He had long since seen through the true nature of the Destiny Association’s members. These people could no longer even be called true Destined Ones—they were nothing more than a pack of spineless sheep, bullying the weak and cowering before the strong.

In the Nine Heavens, the Destiny Association categorized the Chosen Ones into three tiers based on their fortune: Heaven, Earth, and Mortal.

Those in the Mortal tier had essentially been reduced to mere laborers.

Given Jiang Ruoxu’s level of fortune, he could easily rank within the Heaven Pavilion if thrown into the Destiny Association, let alone Chu Yuan, the true Sovereign of Destiny.

Jiang Che’s gaze swept over Chu Yuan, Wang Teng, and the others.

He had arrived here long ago, concealing himself within the folds of space using spatial laws.

Every bit of the Destiny Association’s earlier aggression and the inner thoughts of Chu Yuan and his group had been heard by him.

It had to be said—this time, the Nine Heavens Destiny Association had kicked an iron plate.

Why had Jiang Che provided so many cultivation resources to the members of the Cultivator Academy?

To foster a sense of belonging!!!

In many xianxia novels, protagonists always held a deep attachment to the first sect they joined.

And Jiang Che had indeed crafted a warm, familial sect for them—though it was rife with scheming, power struggles, and deceit, with members often at each other’s throats like sworn enemies, he had at least supplied them with ample cultivation resources.

You tell me—does that count as a sense of belonging or not?

This time, the Destiny Association had managed to offend several Tier-8 Chosen Ones, and even a true Sovereign of Destiny.

By Jiang Che’s estimation, the highest-ranking members of the Destiny Association’s Heaven Pavilion were probably only Tier-8 Chosen Ones at best. Tier-9 was reserved for Sovereigns of Destiny, and there were likely only a handful of those in the entire Nine Heavens.

Now, the Destiny Association would have to face the wrath of a vengeful Sovereign of Destiny, with Jiang Che lurking in the shadows. Their future was… assured.

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“You claim this alchemy furnace belongs to your Destiny Association? Got any proof?”

Jiang Che strolled leisurely toward the massive alchemy furnace, which loomed like a small mountain, its surface embedded with a top-grade spirit stone and exuding a high-tech aesthetic.

Lin Chong, the leader of the group, was practically trembling in fear. “Young Master Jiang, n-no… no proof. We were just joking! It’s just that your furnace looks a lot like ours…”

Not just Lin Chong—the dozen or so Destiny Association members behind him were all prostrated on the ground, suffocating under the oppressive aura of a Martial God.

“Heh. Let me ask you something—how efficient are your Destiny Association’s alchemy furnaces? What’s the maximum output per batch?”

At Jiang Che’s question, Lin Chong froze for a moment before answering, “Young Master, our low-tier, super-sized alchemy furnaces can process 8,000 pounds of spirit herbs in a single batch. Using spirit arrays as the catalyst, it only takes four hours to refine them. Take peak Tier-4 Foundation Establishment Pills, for example… one batch yields about 400 pounds, roughly 100,000 pills.”

As he spoke of the furnace’s efficiency, Lin Chong couldn’t help but smirk, his tone brimming with pride.

This alchemy furnace was the creation of a legendary Heaven Pavilion Alchemy God within their association.

It had completely replaced traditional alchemists, and with just one furnace, the association amassed unimaginable wealth across the Nine Heavens every year. Countless immortal clans coveted the technology, but none dared act, fearing the terrifying might of the Destiny Association.

“A hundred thousand pills?” Jiang Che’s voice rose slightly.

Lin Chong lifted his chin and nodded. “That’s right—a hundred thousand. Thanks to our alchemy furnaces, nearly 95% of the mid-to-low-tier pills in the Nine Heavens are supplied by our association.”

In his eyes, Jiang Che must have been stunned by the staggering production capacity.

But clearly, he was wrong.

“A super-sized furnace only produces a hundred thousand pills? And it takes four hours? That’s garbage.”

Jiang Che’s words nearly shattered Lin Chong’s composure.

He wanted to snap back—Do you even know what producing 300,000 pills a day means?!

“Heh… I was starting to think this furnace might actually be related to your Destiny Association. But now? Yours is clearly the knockoff.”

Jiang Che grinned widely.

???

We’re the knockoffs?

As Lin Chong stood there baffled, Jiang Che casually retrieved a batch of spirit herbs for refining Foundation Establishment Pills from his spatial ring.

“For Tier-4 Foundation Establishment Pills—three tons of Spirit Yellow Grass, five tons of Ice Spirit Flowers, 4.5 tons of Nine Yellow Roots… 35 tons of raw materials in total. Toss it all in!”

With that, he dumped an enormous pile of rare spirit herbs into the furnace, enough to form a small mountain.

“Th-this much?! The furnace isn’t meant to be used like this!” Lin Chong exclaimed in shock.

He had once served as an apprentice to an Earth Pavilion elder responsible for pill production, so he knew a thing or two about alchemy furnaces.

“Heh—”

Jiang Che chuckled lightly, then pressed a few buttons, initiating the automated refining process.

Lin Chong: “……”

“Oh, right—what’s the success rate of your Destiny Association’s furnaces?” Jiang Che asked nonchalantly.

“S-success rate? Around… 90%.”

“Then your knockoffs really are trash.” Jiang Che laughed.

Lin Chong: “……”

Why was Jiang Che so obsessed with reclaiming the alchemy furnace? Why did he insist on taking it back the moment he saw it?

This was the reason.

The alchemy furnace was the most incredible thing he had ever seen in his life. He still remembered the first time he witnessed one in operation—hundreds of thousands of pure white pills spilling out like rolling beans, covering the ground.

A single Foundation Establishment Pill could drive low-tier cultivators to kill each other for it. Yet here, one batch produced a hundred thousand!

And Jiang Che kept belittling his faith!

If not for the presence of a Martial God, he would have taught this arrogant brat a brutal lesson.

......

Time passed swiftly.

An hour later.

The furnace emitted a countdown chime.

[Ding! Five minutes remaining until completion. Do not disrupt the spirit energy supply…]

“Impossible! There’s no way it can finish in just an hour!” Lin Chong blurted out.

“Shut it. I told you—yours is the knockoff. Mine’s the real deal.” Jiang Che dug at his ear, thoroughly enjoying the sight of these country bumpkins losing their minds.

“You—!”

Jiang Che had just performed a live demonstration of high-efficiency alchemy in front of everyone.

And in the process, he raked in a hefty amount of face-slapping points.

As the final seconds ticked away, the entire crowd held their breath, their eyes locked onto the colossal furnace at the center.

[Ding! Refining complete. Prepare the Spirit-Sealing Array to prevent pill efficacy loss upon opening!]

Hearing the mechanical prompt, Jiang Che’s lips slowly curved into a smirk.

“What if I told you… this batch will yield a million Foundation Establishment Pills? Would you believe me?”

His gaze swept over Lin Chong and the Chosen Ones behind him.

"No way! A million pills refined in one batch? That's absolutely impossible!"

"Knew you wouldn't believe it," Jiang Che said calmly, opening the alchemy furnace.

The next second, an overwhelmingly rich medicinal aroma erupted straight into the sky.