Take it!" Xiao Hua handed the primordial stone to the little sea shrimp and sighed. "Didn't you say so yourself before? Even if this old man did not buy them, other demons would come to buy them, and you would still go to the North Sea to hunt. Even if you did not go, other sea clans would. So long as there is profit to be made in this world, someone will always do it—unless..."
At this point, Xiao Hua's eyes lit up again. Of course—sea clans used Sea Sarira to heal their wounds because neither sea clans nor the Demon Race possessed the Daoist sect's art of pill refinement, forcing them to rely on Sea Sarira. But when it came to alchemy, even Confucian cultivators were not qualified to speak before Xiao Hua! If Xiao Hua refined spiritual pills that could heal souls, would that not pull the firewood from beneath the cauldron and sever the Demon Race's dependence on Sea Sarira? Of course, this was only a thought. Refining pills was easy, but selling them and the like was beyond Xiao Hua's control. It was just like before in Fengxiang Kingdom: even if Xiao Hua had grain seeds, he still had to rely on the government office and the Zhu family's strength to get things done.
Naturally, the Sea Clan General had no idea Xiao Hua had thought so much. He sighed, looked at the little sea shrimp, and waved his hand. "Qiu, take this primordial stone and buy the medicine first!"
"Third Master!" The little sea shrimp accepted the primordial stone with a response, then respectfully bowed to Xiao Hua. "Many thanks, Immortal Elder!"
"Go on, go..." Xiao Hua waved his hand. "This old man can only help you this much. If you have Xinglin Apothecary's prescription,