He said to the Elf Empress, "Your Majesty, I call these treasures Demon Devouring Saint Tools. Each has a special ability: it can devour the Demonic Poison and Demonic Qi inside a person's body. Just insert one, and it will do the rest. But they have a drawback. They can't absorb Demonic Poison and Demonic Qi forever. Once they're saturated, have someone collect them and hand them to me. I'll refine what's inside them. This is all I have on hand for now, so please use them. I'll make more later!"
"You made these yourself?"
The Elf Empress stared at Fang Chen, her eyes suddenly lighting up.
"Yes!"
Fang Chen nodded, then said, "But these Demon Devouring Saint Tools are very difficult to make!"
Making these Saint Weapons was now a piece of cake for Fang Chen, but he had no wish to draw too much attention to himself.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fang Chen!"
The Elf Empress bowed deeply to Fang Chen. At that moment, she cared nothing for her status as empress. What he had done for the Elf Race was an immense help—like delivering charcoal in a snowstorm.
With these treasures, the Elf Race's experts would no longer have to suffer the torment of Demonic Poison and Demonic Qi. Even if they were poisoned, they could recover quickly and return to the battlefield.
Seeing the Elf Queen bow to him, Fang Chen hurriedly waved his hands. "Your Majesty, there's no need for that!"
The Elf Queen looked up at Fang Chen. "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, if possible, I hope you can make more Magic Treasures like these. With them, we won't be so helpless against the Devil Race!"
In the Elf Queen's eyes, someone who could make treasures with such heaven-defying abilities had no need to go