The Round-Faced Daoist Nun burst out laughing. "Rich now, are you?"
"Just a while ago, you were borrowing money for Dharma Refining; now you're picking and choosing?"
Wang Quan smiled without answering.
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun took stock of the resources. There was nothing particularly good.
After all, they had been a bunch of New-Method Cultivators and a handful of orthodox cultivators.
Their reserves had been nothing special, and their best possessions had already been used up in their magical battle with Wang Quan.
Wang Quan had no interest in what remained, so naturally, he wanted it converted into Green Fly Coins.
In the end, the Round-Faced Daoist Nun settled his account at over nine million Green Beetles.
Wang Quan hefted the bulging Green Beetle pouch and sighed. "Murder and arson earn you a golden belt!"
"Now this is the real way to make money!"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun chuckled. "But there are risks, too. One careless mistake, and your body dies and your Dao vanishes!"
"If you sold the pills, corpses, and such as well, you could get at least another three or four million coins!"
Wang Quan nodded.
He would not sell the Dharma Power replenishing pills for now. Those were for emergencies.
As for the corpses... he had a use for those, too.
Through his cultivation during this period, he had discovered that the various organs in corpses were quite important to cultivators.
Hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, sinews, bones, flesh, and blood all had their uses and could not be carelessly wasted.
He had now begun consciously stockpiling corpses.
"By the way, did that method I told you about for suppressing desire work?"
The corner of Wang Quan's mouth twitched. "No."
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun asked, "How could it not work?"
Wang Quan sighed. "It just doesn't