Jiang Ping An kept up the act for an entire month.
For someone as stone-faced as him, constantly making all kinds of pained expressions was even more exhausting than cultivation.
In the end, he lay in a pool of sweat, looking weak and pale, his aura in disarray and his spiritual fluctuations weakened.
Feng Nian was seated at the table, studying a leather-bound medicinal tome. Seeing Jiang Ping An stop screaming, he slowly closed the book in his hand.
He set the book down, pushed back his chair, and rose to look at Jiang Ping An.
"You actually didn't die. Very good. Many God Kings simply drop dead after taking the [Soul Control Pill]."
Feng Nian walked over to Jiang Ping An and took out a green box.
At the sight of that green box, several God Kings imprisoned in cages suddenly lost control, rising to their feet and howling madly.
"Give me the pill! Give me the pill!"
"I'm willing to do anything for Hall Master Feng! Please, let me have one pill!"
"Let me take it! I want medicine!"
These God Kings had lost all their former bearing. Disheveled and filthy, they stared fixedly at the green box in Feng Nian's hand, drool spilling uncontrollably from their mouths.
They looked utterly terrifying.
Feng Nian, ever eager to show off, began explaining it to Jiang Ping An again.
"The Soul Control Pill was developed by this Hall Master based on inspiration from Gu insects."
"The pill you took before was equivalent to planting a Gu insect inside your body. And that Gu insect has an intense craving for the pill in this Hall Master's hand."
"As long as this Hall Master opens the box and you smell the pill's fragrance, you'll go mad and spare no cost to obtain