In truth, Xu Yi didn't trust Tang Shanhai very much. In Old Devil Xu's life, aside from a handful of people he could entrust with his life, the only others he trusted were those he had fed an Origin Seal Bead.
He had no intention of feeding Tang Shanhai an Origin Seal Bead, so naturally, he didn't intend to trust him completely.
So the idea of having a mighty expert at the Calamity Tribulation Stage refine Spirit Derivation Pills for him was nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Young Master, these are the Spirit Derivation Fruits you asked for. There are sixty-three in total, most of which were gathered during the months you were in seclusion. We've collected only a dozen or so recently. I estimate the nearby cities won't have any more to supply for a while."
In the small courtyard, Desolate Ancestor handed over a storage ring and reported respectfully.
He couldn't figure out what his young master was researching in seclusion, or why he needed so many Spirit Derivation Fruits in such a short time. But his many past experiences had taught him that he didn't need to concern himself with his young master's affairs. He just had to follow orders.
In the end, he merely reminded Xu Yi cautiously that if he wanted to continue purchasing Spirit Derivation Fruits in large quantities, he would have to wait at least half a year.
This was partly because Spirit Derivation Fruits were in short supply, and partly because Guanglong Hall was having some trouble shifting its funds.
Xu Yi offered Desolate Ancestor a few words of encouragement, then went straight into the alchemy room.
How could he not know how terrifying his recent expenses had been? Never mind maintaining the pack of bloodsucking elders in Xuanqing Sect, or the