Ordinary Martial Artists at the Organ Refining stage, even if they had invited a god into themselves, could only slowly nourish their organs with divine power.
Fang Mo, however, was nurturing an insatiable Fierce Beast in his stomach.
As long as there was food, the beast could convert it into energy endlessly and feed it back into his body.
"Da Gui, didn't you just say you'd buy me ten thousand pigs?" Fang Mo turned around and looked at Qian Dagui, still sprawled on the ground, with a faint smile.
Qian Dagui shakily climbed to his feet and felt his perfectly intact neck. Overcome with joy, he cried, "I'll buy them! Of course I'll buy them! As long as you don't eat me, Boss, I'd buy every pig in the Divine Capital!"
Fang Mo shook his head and walked to the Blood Well, looking down at its bottom, which had almost completely dried up, leaving only residue.
"Now that we're full, it's time to get to work."
He pulled the Black Iron Token from his robes and tossed it in his hand, his gaze icy.
"Old Yan, search this place from top to bottom. I refuse to believe a massive pill-refining den like this has only a few dead bodies and a Red Robe Monster."
"If they could refine Flesh Spirit Pills here, they must have ledgers and correspondence."
"Rest assured, Boss." Yan Wangchou put away his short blade. A glint flashed in his old eyes. "This sort of dirty work is my specialty. If there's shit buried underground, I can dig it up and sniff it out."
"Iron Bull, strip some armor off those iron lumps." Fang Mo pointed to the Iron Corpse Puppets by the entrance, hacked to pieces. "Especially the ones with inscriptions."
Iron Bull nodded earnestly and