However, fasting pills had one particularly outstanding trait: they smelled wonderfully fragrant—intensely fragrant.
And so, this low-grade pill became a coveted delicacy in the eyes of the Heavenly Demons.
The scent was delicious, and after eating one, the flavor would linger for an entire day. It drove these hulking fellows, who had never tasted anything good, completely mad.
Every day, they surrounded Wang Tian and begged him for pills.
Looking at the black iron scraps in his hand, Wang Tian's face was full of smiles. The pills had not been refined for nothing—this was the payment those fellows had given him.
Calling this payment incredibly generous would not be an exaggeration.
If not for the need to preserve the rarity of goods by controlling the quantity, with fasting pills like these, a casual wave of his hand would yield tens of thousands of them.
Refining such low-grade pills required no technique at all.
"Master, we've run out again. Do you think you could refine a few more batches?"
At this moment, two Heavenly Demons approached Wang Tian, their faces full of embarrassment.
"Oh, oh, no problem."
Wang Tian readily agreed. Good business—keep it going.
The warship traveled for a full three months. Only after who knew how many spatial jumps did the army finally arrive at the Southern Demon Domain.
"Report! A large army has been spotted ahead."
The moment the warship emerged, someone came to report.
The main hall was no longer as lonely as before. Below, two rows were seated—one row from the Qilin Clan, one from the Buddhist Sect—while the rest of their own people sat beside Ye Lin.
"An army? Crush straight through them."
Ye Lin waved a hand. He had not come here for a spring outing. Anyone who dared stand in their way would