Luo Chen awoke early. After completing his morning cultivation, he sat quietly, lost in thought. A concern tugged at the back of his mind, not an urgent crisis, but a worry that had lingered for some time.0

Would I be responsible for every single alchemical task in the Alchemy Hall? If that were the case, wouldn't I be worked to death?0

Previously, he had tried delegating some responsibilities. Fire control, for example, seemed like an obvious task to assign. So, when he opened the furnace to refine pills the day before, he allowed others to manage the flames.0

The results were far from satisfactory.0

Even with some hasty training, the cultivators had failed to handle the tasks effectively.0

Luo Chen found himself darting between the three alchemy rooms, constantly stepping in to fix mistakes. While fasting concoctions were unranked and relatively simple to make, the Myriad Wonders pill was a first-tier...0