Yang Zhenshan let out a heavy sigh.
"Success!"
"Barely reached low grade, it seems the success was quite forced!"
Holding the only Foundation Establishment Pill, Yang Zhenshan frowned slightly.
The quality of this Foundation Establishment Pill was poor, barely reaching low grade, and could only increase the success rate of foundation establishment by twenty percent.
However, at least it was a yield.
Even if the last batch failed, Yang Zhenshan at least had one Foundation Establishment Pill as a fallback.
Yang Zhenshan exhaled deeply, tidied up a bit, and then returned to his courtyard to sleep soundly.
Although he had only refined one batch today, the pressure he had endured was immense.
If this batch hadn't succeeded, he would have only one more chance.
Fortunately, he barely succeeded in producing one, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief and dispelled the pressure from his heart.
After waking up, Yang Zhenshan felt refreshed.
