Speaking of these things, Yuan Rong lost the desire to keep chatting and took her leave of Lu Xuan, her graceful figure flying into the Sword Qi Cloud Sea.
"After my status in the Sword Sect rose, obtaining Treasures became somewhat easier than before."
Lu Xuan took out that strand of Bone-Corroding Yin Thunder and could not help sighing with emotion.
Like today—precisely because his status in the Sword Sect had risen with the tide, Yuan Rong had been willing to take the initiative to ask around for news of the Treasures he needed, and Zhuo Bing had also been willing to do him a favor, allowing him to exchange for the Bone-Corroding Yin Thunder.
"At present, the Blood Nether Thunder Gourd has yet to take root and sprout, so there's no need to rush into using Seventh Grade yin thunder to nourish and cultivate it."
He sealed the Bone-Corroding Yin Thunder inside a Jade Box and put it into the Fangcun Book.
A few days later, Wen Qian entered the Sword Sect and came looking for him.
"Greetings, Senior."
Wen Qian bowed respectfully, standing off to the side with an expression as though he wanted to speak but hesitated.
"If you have something to say, feel free to say it."
Lu Xuan nodded lightly to him.
"Senior, the Primal Spirit Pills you refine are far too popular. At present, the supply is somewhat insufficient."
Wen Qian mustered his courage and said it tactfully.
Lu Xuan would occasionally take out some Primal Spirit Pills for Wen Qian, and Wen Qian would devise a marketing strategy, releasing two or three every so often.
But the Core Formation Cultivators who had a need for Primal Spirit Pills were countless. Even with the steep price, that tiny quantity of pills falling into everyone's