Lin Xuan did not know whether to laugh or cry. They really could eat. This bit of Spirit Stones was nothing to him, but just imagining it—when he had hundreds of millions, even billions, of Blood Fire Ants one day, the Spirit Stones consumed every day would be an astronomical number.
Though that was still far in the future, a man without long-term worries was bound to have near-term troubles. Lin Xuan still felt a wave of anxiety.
But for the moment, Lin Xuan could not think of any good solution, so he could only set it aside for now. At least the current consumption was, to him, not worth mentioning at all.
In the time that followed, Lin Xuan threw himself completely into bitter cultivation. He had already cultivated the old version of the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Art to its peak, and this new version had merely improved some omissions and flaws. Cultivating it naturally came as easily as water flowing into a channel, simple to the extreme.
Time flowed like water; in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
The Blood Fire Ants had already laid eggs three times, and the number of these strange barbarian insects Lin Xuan possessed had reached over ten thousand. What delighted him even more was that during the third egg-laying, two Ant Queens had actually been born.
In this way, the number of these strange insects would grow even faster in the future. Of course, the consumption of Spirit Stones would also rise as the boat rose with the water. Though for now, to Lin Xuan, it was still a single hair from nine oxen, but if things went on like this...
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan could not help sighing. Being an insect cultivator truly was not