Under Lock and Key, Yang Yuelian; Anomaly; Transcending the Cosmos!

Early the next morning.

The alchemy room produced another fresh batch of Pulse-Moistening Spirit Pills.

Meng Chuan received word from its overseer and was about to head over.

His cultivation pills were not desperately scarce, but his supply was limited.

It was not enough to take them continuously until he reached Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

He checked his remaining credits. After buying a batch of wood-aspected True Spirits for Dragon Demon, he had just over ten thousand left.

May as well go all in, Meng Chuan thought. At eight hundred credits apiece, that's only a dozen or so. With what I have left, they should last until early next year.

Then I'll head into the Demon Nest again and earn some resources...

Money was tight too. He still had to save up to repay Shen Shuo.

His ordinary military merit was pitifully low as well, his balance nearly exhausted.

Once he spent his credits, he would be flat broke again if not for the thousand special military merit points the state had awarded him for killing Bo Gang's divine son...

But Meng Chuan remained composed. It's fine. Those resources all became strength. They were worth spending—every bit of improvement was real...

Even so, whenever he thought of his shriveled wallet, pain showed on his face.

His words said one thing; his body said another...

A little while later.

When he returned, he carried two porcelain bottles full of pills and a delivery box.

It had come from Linzhou. The sender's name was "Baby Yang"...

What is Yang Yuelian up to now...?

Meng Chuan opened the box. Inside was a small rectangular sandalwood case.

He slid back the lid. Thirty round, lustrous pills lay neatly arranged inside, in two layers of three by five.

He leaned closer and sniffed.