Chapter 903: Free

Ye Mo wanted to tell them to hurry up and leave if they wanted the spirit weaving pill, but he knew better than to speak so bluntly to such powerful figures. He felt harassed but complied with their requests.

Wu Wucai nodded immediately. "Pill Master Ye's future is very promising."

Ye Mo was speechless.

Wu Wucai continued, "Actually, I represent the Pill Association. We wish to discuss something with Pill Master Ye."

"Please proceed, Manager Wu," Ye Mo replied.

The others, seemingly deferring to Wu Wucai's authority, smiled and remained silent.

Wu Wucai cleared his throat. "Pill Master Ye created the spirit weaving pill. It's excellent news for cultivators; even Kong Ye-Qianbei praised it highly."

Ye Mo sneered inwardly. They had come for the pill recipe. He smiled politely at Wu Wucai.

"We were wondering if Pill Master Ye would provide the recipe to the Pill Association, to benefit more cultivators," Wu Wucai said.

On the Luo Yue Continent, a pill recipe belonged to its creator. Others needed consent to use it; otherwise, it was theft. This was rare, however; most recipes were considered common knowledge. Ye Mo's spirit weaving pill, created during the tournament, was an exception; its ownership was undeniable.

Wu Wucai's personal visit demonstrated the Pill Association's respect for protocol. Everyone considered his request reasonable, given the pill's public unveiling. They expected some compensation for Ye Mo.

Ye Mo scoffed. The Pill Association sent a Golden Core cultivator merely to obtain his recipe. Any compensation would likely be minimal, highlighting his relative unimportance to the Association, despite his Hall of Fame victory.

He saluted with a fist. "Manager Wu, the recipe was a stroke of luck, not for personal gain. Therefore, I won't simply give it to the Pill Association."

A stunned silence followed. Were they dealing with a fool? They had been making a polite request; did he think others couldn't replicate the pill?

Yan Zheng frantically signaled to Ye Mo, worried about his friend offending the Pill Association.

Wu Wucai's expression soured. "If Pill Master Ye provides the spirit weaving pill, becoming an elder would be easy. Of course, the Pill Association won't force you if you're unwilling."

Ye Mo sneered; he cared little for an elder's position.

Qu Meiyan smiled, easing the tension. "I believe Manager Wu misunderstood. Pill Master Ye said he wouldn't simply give it to the Association. I believe he has more to say."

Everyone realized this was true.

Seeing their confused expressions, Ye Mo rose and saluted. "As a cultivator, helping others is an honor. While I created the spirit weaving pill, I might not be able to replicate it. As Manager Wu said, it benefits many cultivators, so I've decided to release the recipe. Anyone can make it."

He looked at Wu Wucai. "Manager Wu, since everyone can use it, the Pill Association can too."

His words sent a shockwave through the room.

Wu Wucai, intending to offer compensation, never anticipated Ye Mo's selfless action.

Qu Meiyan and Hong Xuan rejoiced. Without Ye Mo's generosity, they could only produce the pill in secret. Now, they could openly profit from it.

Wu Wucai was dumbfounded. The Pill Association gained no advantage; everyone could sell it, preventing a monopoly on profits.

He quickly said, "Pill Master Ye, the recipe is your hard work. How can you give it away so casually?"

Ye Mo looked at him, slightly bewildered. After a moment, he said, "Manager Wu said the pill benefits all cultivators. The Pill Association's purpose is the same. I wholeheartedly agree, and I'm happy to be a pill master useful to others."

Wu Wucai was speechless. What could he say? "You should only sell it to the Pill Association?" "Don't let others make it for free?"

Ye Mo wasn't foolish, nor particularly noble. He knew he was the only one who could currently make the pill; what did it matter if others had the recipe? If he sold it to the Association and they failed, they'd return to him. It was simpler to be generous and leave Wu Wucai disappointed. The recipe wasn't perfect; he planned to refine it later.

After a long silence, Qu Meiyan saluted. "Pill Master Ye is magnanimous! You just gave away a money-making machine."

Ye Mo waved his hand. "Haha! The recipe isn't complete. I might not even make a second batch. Perhaps someone else will perfect it."

Qu Meiyan smiled. "I came for the same reason as Manager Wu. Since you've shared the recipe, I'll visit you again in the future."

"Same here. Don't forget the All Pill Tower!" Hong Xuan also departed.

Wu Wucai could only bid farewell.

As the three left, Yan Zheng rose, a look of guilt on his face. "Brother Ye."