The remaining elixirs, talismans, and various materials were sorted and categorized one by one.
An hour later, everything was inventoried and stored.
Shen Xuan exhaled lightly, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Killing people and setting fires lead to gold waistbands. Such harvests come much faster than burying oneself in alchemy."
He is now a Tier Three Upper Grade Pill Master.
Even if he refines a Golden Transformation Pill, a furnace requires two months of hard work, and the apparent profit is only two hundred thousand Spirit Stones.
Shen Xuan glanced over the arranged items, feeling slightly disappointed.
"A shopkeeper backed by the Nascent Soul Commerce Association, who has been in business for years, a veteran Tribulation Cultivator who kills and loots, with not a single true rare treasure in the Storage Pouch? It's all just ordinary goods."
In fact, this cannot be blamed on them.
It can only be said that now Shen Xuan's vision has improved.
