With money, every problem became easy to solve.
With the power of cash behind it, the Heavens Arena hotel's efficiency was astonishing.
In less than an hour, every precious medicinal ingredient Lin Yan needed had been delivered to his room.
Carefully packed in temperature-controlled boxes, each ingredient radiated astonishing vitality, filling the entire room with a refreshing medicinal fragrance.
Just breathing it in relieved much of the fatigue Gon and Killua had accumulated over days of fighting.
"How... are you going to turn these into pills?"
Killua eyed the table piled high with medicinal ingredients, then looked at the empty-handed Lin Yan. "You don't even have a furnace."
"Who said pill refining needed a furnace?"
The corners of Lin Yan's mouth lifted slightly, his calm expression carrying quiet confidence.
He pointed at the enormous luxury bathtub in the room, large enough for three or four adults to bathe in at once.
"Fill the tub with hot water, then throw all the ingredients in."
"Huh?"
Killua's eyes widened. "Throw them into the bathtub? Are you sure you're not joking? That's not pill refining. That's making soup!"
"Less talk. Just do what I said."
Though full of doubts, Killua and Gon trusted Lin Yan and followed his instructions.
They filled the bathtub with scalding water, then dumped all the priceless ingredients into it as though they cost nothing.
Soon, the clear hot water turned an eerie dark brown, like aged pu-erh tea. The rich medicinal fragrance seemed almost tangible as it lingered throughout the room.
"That's it?"
Gon stared at the tub of "medicinal soup," feeling his whole understanding of the world being challenged.
"Not yet."
Lin Yan shook his head.
He struggled over to the bathtub and extended his right index finger, forcing a wisp of golden true qi from its