This Old Man Doesn't Lack a Single Pill

"Bring a basin, bring a basin!" Elder Hou cried excitedly, his words brimming with the joy of a bountiful harvest. "They're all alive! I brought them back in leather sacks, being careful every step of the way. The weight made this old man's waist ache!"

Zhou Tong hurriedly fetched a washbasin, but Elder Hou shook his head repeatedly. "Too small, too small!"

"No, no, get a bigger one! A bigger one!"

"Still not enough, not enough..."

Where could they find an even bigger basin? Zhou Tong had never seen so many people before. These people had been quite helpful, and for the most part they had kept themselves in line, without stirring up any strange trouble.

Huan Wuxue was extremely excited. Although he had already seen Ye Han use it when he arrived, he still wanted to confirm it once more. He could hardly believe his own eyes.

As Ling Duy spoke, he patted the fellow's face with neither too much nor too little force. The crisp slaps rang with humiliation, nearly angering Zhao Qianfei into fainting. He wanted to resist, but Ling Duy's pressure held him firmly in place.

"Even if this thing is refined, it might not necessarily help her illness." Ling Duy shook his head. Immortals were no different from ordinary people when it came to their ailments. It was not something they could deal with using immortal arts alone; they had to rely on Pill Refining and such. Of course, it was difficult for immortals to develop illnesses in the first place.

Now, her brother was highly valued in the Yan Family, and Yan Jingde doted on her greatly. He absolutely could not bear to see her suffer even the slightest grievance.

"I am an Artifact Spirit. You need not know anything else unless one day