"A Soul Fusion Pill? Is that true? If you dare deceive me, I'll smash you into mincemeat with this hammer!" One man wore a sleeveless shirt and carried a pair of black hammers on his shoulders, each thicker than an ordinary person's thigh. His aura was ferocious as he glared at the source of the shrill voice: a short, gaunt man.
"I-I was only passing on a message for someone. The Rosy Springs are less than two hundred li east of here. There's a Demon Race Body Integration elder there. Whether it's true or not, everyone can go see for themselves." In the blink of an eye, the few dozen people around them had become a sea of humanity, packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Under the wolfish glares all around him, the skinny man felt his scalp prickle. He had taken the job and received some spirit crystals from that old demon, thinking he only had to spread the news. He hadn't expected to stir up a hornet's nest. These people's reaction was far more intense than he'd imagined.
"A Soul Fusion Pill? They're actually bringing such a precious spirit pill here to sell?" Several monks in gray robes looked taken aback.
"A Body Integration monster from the Demon Race selling Soul Fusion Pills? Could he have gone mad?" one monk said skeptically. In terms of lifespan, human cultivators were far inferior to cultivators of the other races. But in alchemy, talisman crafting, and artifact forging—and especially in alchemy—human cultivators were far beyond the other races. Soul Fusion Pills were somewhat inferior to top-grade spirit pills like Buddha-Dust Bone-Cleansing Pills, but they could still be used by some members of the Demon Race.
Though the effect wasn't as obvious as it was for human cultivators,