Talking

"Not bad."

The demon almost felt moved to tears.

If it could truly cry.

Unfortunately, demons neither cried nor felt moved.

This time, in plotting against True Lord Mingyu, it had contributed no small amount of effort. Otherwise, Tu Shan Jun's Heartbreaking Art alone could not have influenced Mingyu so swiftly and invisibly.

As a demon, it had not set aside such skills of infiltration.

This was a trait it relied upon for survival, much like how it had once meddled with the sect-protecting grand formation.

The demon, shaped like a three-inch nail, looked like a child dressed in a broad robe wholly unsuited to its frame.

Of course, this was merely the form it had assumed to appear weak. Its true form was so vicious that an ordinary cultivator would likely draw a magical artifact the instant they saw it.

Tu Shan Jun, seated cross-legged before the pill furnace, remained silent for a long while before continuing to cast his arts and retrieve the ingredients.

This furnace should yield more than ten Foundation Establishment Pills.

Once he finished this batch, there would be another. It was not that he complained about the tedium of alchemy, nor did he harbor any resentment; he simply completed batch after batch.

The underground pill vault beneath Pill Peak was like banks of clouds drifting across the sky. Places that should have been empty ground had long been covered with jade crates, most of them filled with first- and second-rank Yin Soul Pills. The third-rank pills, which had once been bid up to exorbitant prices, had also been sealed in crates and sent out.

With the Soul Banner's current power, splitting pills could even produce Qi Refiners in batches.

Tu Shan Jun had not given up gathering Full Moon Golden Core Liquid. That was