The explosive popularity of the Primal Spirit Pill was completely beyond Lu Xuan's expectations.
With the Light Orb in his possession, he did not need to cultivate bitterly for long years just to increase his cultivation by a tiny bit, so he naturally did not understand the needs of the vast majority of cultivators.
For those Core Formation Cultivators who had been trapped in one realm for a long time, something that could greatly increase the Spiritual Power in their bodies was no different from a ray of light appearing in the darkness.
Even if the hope of advancing was slim, they would still think of every possible way to seize that ray of light.
After Yuan Rong, several Nascent Soul Fellow Disciples came to his Cave Mansion one after another, seeking to purchase Primal Spirit Pills for their disciples, relatives, and friends.
After dealing with them briefly, Lu Xuan could no longer bear the disturbance. Using the excuse that the Primal Spirit Pill's output was too low, he kept the Fellow Disciples who wanted to come afterward outside his door.
Everyone knew full well that the Primal Spirit Pill was a high-rank fifth-grade pill, that its refining materials were extremely hard to obtain, and that its success rate was shockingly low, so they also understood the excuse Lu Xuan had found.
Only then did he return once more to his previous quiet life of farming.
Every day, he either stayed in the Cave Mansion or entered his Personal Space, cultivating Spirit Plants and raising Spirit Beasts. His days passed simply yet richly.
On this day, he entered the Thunder Hǒu Beast Spirit Land and came to a Thunder Pool.
In the Thunder Pool, a stone pillar over a zhang thick, covered in strange thunder patterns, towered into the clouds.