Jiang Ping An desperately poured Soul Power into the beast hide, consuming pills at an astonishing rate.
He sent a voice transmission to Lan Shi'er, Bai Jingqiu, Little Lion, and Tuanzi in the other rooms: "I'll keep replenishing pills that restore Soul Power. Lend me your pills first, and I'll pay you back later."
He had no way to resist Ming God's devouring now. He could only delay it as long as possible.
Lan Shi'er heard the urgency in Jiang Ping An's voice and hurriedly sent back a question: "Uncle, how many pills do you need?"
"The more, the better!"
Hearing Jiang Ping An's words, everyone acted without hesitation, quickly sending over every pill they had that could replenish Soul Power.
Jiang Ping An handed Lan Shi'er the resources on his person that he did not need. "Shi'er, help me exchange all these resources for pills that increase Soul Power."
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Uncle drenched in sweat, Tuanzi was extremely anxious.
"I ran into a minor problem during cultivation. I need to enter seclusion now, so don't disturb me."
Jiang Ping An opened Devouring Space and absorbed the Soul Power-restoring pills into it.
Through the Mind Contract, Bai Jingqiu sensed the heaviness in Jiang Ping An's heart at that moment.
She realized that Jiang Ping An's situation was grave. It was absolutely not some minor matter.
No one dared disturb Jiang Ping An. They hurried out of the room and shut the door.
Little Lion tossed a meatball into his mouth and asked curiously, "What's wrong with Boss? He looks so anxious."
Worry filled Lan Shi'er's lovely face. "Does anyone have resources they don't need for the time being? If it's convenient, could you take them out to help Uncle exchange for pills? Sorry for troubling everyone."