Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Changming sat cross-legged on a cushion, with quite a few jade boxes and jade cases arranged around him, all of them empty.
His gaze was fixed on the Golden Flame Furnace, his expression somewhat weary.
After a while, Han Changming withdrew his hand seals, and the flames abruptly went out.
He stepped forward and opened the lid of the Golden Flame Furnace. Inside lay twenty-three pale blue pills.
Cloud Sea Pills—Nascent Soul Cultivators could take them to increase their cultivation.
Han Changming let out a soft breath of stale air and put away the Cloud Sea Pills from the furnace.
He stretched, intending to continue refining pills. Just then, he took a formation disk that was constantly flashing with spiritual light from his robes and sent a hand seal into it. Fang Yuruo's grave voice suddenly rang out. "Fellow Daoist Han, forgive my presumption, but do you happen to keep a fourth-rank venomous insect?"
The Ten Thousand Gourds Merchant Association had been collecting poisons, poisonous herbs, poisonous pills, and the like for years. It was hardly strange for Fang Yuruo to connect Han Changming with a fourth-rank venomous insect.
"That is correct. What is it, Fairy Fang?"
Han Changming admitted it frankly.
"Could you tell me what venomous insect you keep, and what rank it is currently?"
Fang Yuruo pressed.
"An Amethyst Flying Scorpion. It is currently mid-grade fourth rank."
Han Changming answered truthfully, utterly baffled.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion loved feeding on poisonous miasma, but at its current rank, the Nine Nether Yellow Spring could poison it to death—let alone when the poisoned person had yet to expel the Nine Nether Yellow Spring from their body.
"That's wonderful, Fellow Daoist Han. We have learned that a dangerous region on