My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"By the way, I have tried to refine some Tao pills in the past few days. Anyway, I can't use any more. Why not give them to a few senior brothers. If you can use them, use them. If you can't use them, distribute them to Taoist disciples." Gu Fenghua took out bottles of Dao pills and said to Lin Yuantang and others.

Although the Qingyuan Taoist family has great achievements and several senior brothers are straightforward and generous, as a human being, you must know how to repay kindness and not take advantage of everything.

"No, no, just keep it for yourself." Lin Yuantang refused without even looking at it.

Only those with a cultivation level above the Holy Saint can refine Dao Pills. Usually, the higher the cultivation level, the higher the grade of Dao Pills that can be refined, and vice versa. Gu Fenghua had just been promoted to the Supreme Saint half a month ago. He could think of all the Taoist pills he could refine with his toes, so how could he see it?

But he saw another thing clearly: Gu Fenghua obviously took too much Dao Lingjin and felt uneasy, and wanted to use Dao Pill to repay the favor. That was more than 6,000 pieces of high-grade Taoist spirit gold. Such a huge favor could not be obtained by just a few bottles of low-grade Taoist pills. It was better to let her forget it.

Unless she is unlucky and dies midway, the more she owes, the greater the Qingyuan Taoist House will benefit in the future. Lin Yuantang understands this account better than anyone else.

"Yes, yes, you are still young. This age is the best time to practice. You should keep the Dao Pills for yourself. Besides, my majestic Qingyuan Taoist House still lacks these few Dao Pills of yours, let alone the ordinary ones. The first-grade and second-grade Tao pills accumulated by our ancestors are enough for us to use for several lifetimes." Zhuang Mengdie had already been generous once, and of course he would not be stingy at this time.

Of course, this was also because he, like Lin Yuantang, underestimated Gu Fenghua's alchemy skills.

Next to him, the corner of Chen Siyuan's mouth twitched again: This old guy, I have never seen him so good at blowing before. Is he addicted to blowing now? Don't talk about first-grade and second-grade Tao pills. Instead, bring out a few third-grade Tao pills for me to see.

Xiaojiazi was angry, and accidentally Xiaojiazi became angry again. Others don't even care about thousands of high-grade Taoist spirit gold, so how can they care about your mere bottles of Taoist pills? Hearing their words, Gu Fenghua felt even more ashamed.

"In that case, I won't show off my shame." Gu Fenghua took back the Dao Pill.

While they were talking, several people had already arrived at Zhengyang Taoist Mansion.

"Mr. Hanfu is here. I'm sorry for not being able to welcome you from afar. I'm sorry!" At the door of the mansion, a middle-aged man who was obviously a disciple of Zhengyang Taoist Palace was bowing to a tall old man.

"When I come to Zhengyang Taoist Mansion this time, I will inevitably bother you all, so there is no need for Deacon He to be more polite." The old man known as Mr. Han Mansion extended his hand to support him and said politely.

"What did Mr. Han say? You came here in person. I am so prosperous that there is no need to disturb me. Please come in quickly. I will send someone to inform Mr. He right away." After respectfully welcoming Lord Han into the mansion, he sent a young disciple to lead them to the mansion, and then he straightened up.

It seems that this Zhengyang Taoist House does not have the bad habit of running rampant once it gains power. After all, Gu Fenghua is also the supervisor of Qingyuan Taoist House, so he naturally has the same hatred towards Zhengyang Taoist House, but he still secretly sighed after seeing this scene.

When Han Fujun and his party entered the gate, Gu Fenghua followed Lin Yuantang and others and walked straight in.

"Stop!" Just as he was about to enter, Deacon He suddenly took a step across and blocked the way.

Everyone stopped subconsciously and looked at him doubtfully.