In the assembly line, they saw the corpses of blacksmiths who had leaped into the forging furnaces one after another melt into liquid, flowing out along the lava channels below like raw materials for Golden Cores.
"Our Golden Cores are indeed refined by cultivators within the civilization."
Ning Zheng said indifferently, "It looks as though our Golden Core output is high, but in reality, our people are living very happily. We only produce one batch of Golden Cores every hundred years. Averaged out, that is merely one batch of people who died of old age."
Several True Immortals stepped forward, picked up a lump of metallic corpse, scraped out a little residue, and examined it carefully:
"No problem. It is indeed the original material containing a vessel for destiny. It is exactly the same as the Golden Cores we saw."
Ning Zheng smiled.
How could he have faked it?
Ning Zheng would never dare deceive these True Immortals.
As they had seen, without buying and selling, there would be no killing.
Every Golden Core meant the death of one blacksmith.
Originally, refining Golden Cores did not require anyone to leap into a forging furnace. One only needed to face the metal and turn stone into gold.
But now.
As the Golden Cores underwent version after version of reform, the Golden Cores of Sword Forging Manor had chosen to use better, genuinely superior materials in order to give back to their customers!
Now, living Money Boys performed transmutation into gold while still alive. Amid agonizing pain, they opened a cavity for a destiny-storage vessel within their bodies before leaping into the forging furnace.
Such solid raw materials were even better! Even more authentic!
This also left quite a few True Immortals shaken, bewildered, and wearing complicated expressions.
Plop, plop!
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