"Want some?" Luo Chuan pushed the fruit plate in front of him toward Yao Ziyan.
What lay on the plate was not fruit.
It was round, plump medicinal pills.
The Magic Phone had a function for recycling items, and the recycled Spirit Crystals were directly credited to customers' accounts.
As for these recycled items...
The system naturally had no use for them.
Nor did Luo Chuan.
In any case, the System Space was enormous, so he simply stockpiled them there.
After all, he could not exactly give away Spirit Crystals for free, could he?
That could very well trigger the collapse of the entire world's monetary system.
If that really happened, would his goal not be the same as that of the Endless Divine Court?
Luo Chuan had never intended to destroy the world from that angle.
Of course, whenever he had nothing to do, he would rummage through the warehouse and see if there was anything that interested him.
Medicinal pills were his favorite kind.
They were neither too big nor too small, perfect for popping one after another as snacks.
They all tasted quite good.
That showed that the alchemists of this world attached considerable importance to flavor when refining pills.
That deserved praise.
Yao Ziyan looked at the pills on the fruit plate, her expression a little strange.
She wanted to say something, yet she had no idea what to say.
The pills came in all sorts of colors. Most bore strange patterns on their surfaces, while faint mist curled upward around them.
These were characteristics found only in high-grade medicinal pills.
Luo Chuan basically picked only high-quality pills. His thinking was simple and utterly unadorned: the more expensive they were, the better they had to taste.
If these pills were in the hands of cultivators, they