Fleecing the flock, cultivating the Profound Technique, perfecting the early Mahayana stage!

The moment "innate" appeared, those two words alone exhausted all of Li Qingyuan's law power, forcing him to stop and meditate to recover.

Yet even after he stopped, the words "innate" on the sixth black-gold stone stele-the final stele-radiated immortal light, their Dao rhyme naturally formed.

Li Qingyuan was overjoyed. There's a chance! Though I can only inscribe two words at a time, there's hope of inscribing it all.

The harder, the better. That way, I can fleece more wool.

Li Qingyuan put on a distressed expression. "Alas, I'm out of eighth tier elixirs."

Yang Cang came back to his senses and laughed heartily. "Do not worry, Young Friend Qingyuan. Our Yang Clan still has plenty of eighth tier elixirs."

With a wave of Yang Cang's hand, the number of eighth tier elixirs increased tenfold this time. Of the more than one hundred and eighty eighth tier elixirs, seventy percent were lower grade, twenty-five percent middle grade, and fifteen percent upper grade.

He also provided another peak eighth-tier Peak-Grade Pill, none other than the Fourth Revolution Golden Core, one of the Yang Clan's reserve treasures.

For the Yang Clan, the Fourth Revolution Golden Core's effects were no weaker than those of ninth tier quasi-immortal pills that Grotto-Heaven Realm and True Blood Realm Immortal Venerables could consume and refine. It was immensely nourishing.

Li Qingyuan was delighted inwardly but betrayed nothing. He accepted the pills and stored them in his Mahayana grotto-heaven-actually the Mysterious Feminine Space-then immediately duplicated them, doubling their number to more than three hundred and seventy eighth tier elixirs.

There were a full four Fourth Revolution Golden Cores.

Li Qingyuan thought to himself, Now I have even more pills to nurture the Second Yuan Clone.

If he could nurture the Second Yuan Clone into a Tribulation Crossing Immortal