In the dilapidated courtyard, a blurry and twisted shadow suddenly appeared.
It flashed into the room with weak candlelight like the wind, cleverly avoiding Wei Rong who was sleeping soundly in the living room covered with a thin blanket.
At the same time, the avatar Suning in the phantom formation suddenly opened his eyes, and his true self returned to his original position, and he could not conceal his joy beyond words.
"There are thirty-seven thousand six hundred demon cores and eight thousand nine hundred demon elixirs."
"Yes, there are more than I thought. After refining, it should help me return to the ninth level of true immortal."
Putting her hand on the Qiankun bag, Suning unconsciously showed a knowing smile.
The next moment, he tapped his right hand, and a large number of demon cores flew out, and were quietly placed in front of him.
"Monsters with a power level below the tenth level can condense demon cores, and only those with a level above the tenth level are qualified to form demon elixirs."
"To put it simply, the demonic energy contained in the demon core is not as good as the demon pill. Hundreds of high-grade demon cores are barely comparable to one low-grade demon pill."
"It's a pity that Hong'an City is too small after all and its resources are limited. If it is not enough later, I will have to visit other cities."
With a decision in mind, Suning curled her fingers and used the secret formula to set up a small demon-gathering formation.
"Buzz buzz."
As the Dantian circulates, demon cores explode and turn into dust and smoke, cluttering everyone's sight.
Not long after, thousands of demon cores disappeared, leaving only a thick layer of dust on the bed.
There was no conversation all night until the next morning.
Wei Changqun came to visit in person, causing Suning to wake up from seclusion.
He cleaned up the room a little to make sure outsiders couldn't tell the difference, then stood up, stretched out his arms, and said rather unhappily: "Come in."
Wei Changqun walked in slowly. Accompanied by Wei Yun, he lowered his posture and bowed three times when they met.
Put your hands together and hold your fists together, showing respect.
Who is a clan leader and what is not a clan leader? In front of Suning, a martial arts prodigy, he couldn't afford to have any airs, and he didn't dare to think that way.
The first is lack of strength. The seventeenth level of force versus the eighteenth level may seem like a one-level difference, but in the end it will only be burned to pieces like the Great Elder.
Second, the current Wei family still has to rely on Suning to tide over the difficulties. Regardless of whether he comes from one of the thirteen aristocratic families in Dongluo, with this peak level of invincible cultivation, he is already as stable as the ancestor of the Wei family is still alive.
The calming needle of the human heart.
Third, Wei Yun accidentally saved Suning's life and became friends rather than enemies with the Wei family. If possible, Wei Changqun wanted to win over him and keep him in the Wei family for the rest of his life.
Of course, the specific plan must be taken step by step, and he must be given time to think carefully and deeply.
"Little friend Yi."
With a spring breeze smile on his face, Wei Changqun bowed three times and then retreated: "Yun'er said, you don't like to be disturbed, but fortunately you helped me with what happened yesterday. As the head of the Wei family, I have to do it no matter what.
Come and say thank you, otherwise you will feel uneasy."
With that said, he bowed his head again and winked at Wei Yun who was standing by the door.
The latter understood it and calmly took out a storage bag from his sleeve and said: "Master Yi, this is a little bit of my Wei family's thoughts. Please don't dislike it."
As she said that, she stepped forward Yingying, offered it with both hands and said: "There are ten thousand top-grade spiritual stones, two hundred thousand top-grade spiritual stones, one top-grade spiritual weapon, and ten bottles of top-grade Qi-tonifying pills."
"Thirty spiritual fruits, twenty kilograms of spiritual tea, and fifty jars of spiritual wine."
"One hundred pieces of top-grade talisman paper, inkstone..."
In the same way, gifts worth a lot of money in the small world were reported one by one from Wei Yun's mouth.
Suning looked at him coldly, unmoved.
After Wei Yun's report was over, he shook his head slightly and said, "I have no use for these things. Instead of making them useless to me, it is better to spend more on Wei family disciples."
"For example, those 10,000 top-grade spiritual stones. As far as I know, one top-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for one hundred high-grade spiritual stones, and there is no market for it."
"The cultivation resources of the talented disciples of the Wei family who are reasonably talented are only about a hundred high-grade spiritual stones in a month, and more than a thousand a year, which is far from enough to absorb."