บท 988: The Great Demon in the Imperial Medicine Garden (2)

As he cut the vine into two pieces, he whispered, "One pill, 80 million, one pill, 80 million, one pill, 80 million…"

The other pill cultivators all rushed forward, quickly harvesting the Cloud Vine.

Many people shouted with joy, "We're getting rich, we're getting rich!"

This made the sword cultivators and soldiers standing behind them envious.

"Cough cough, this collection speed is too slow. Why don't we go and help?" Someone muttered.

"The technique for collecting the main ingredient of this third-grade pill is unique. Acting rashly would do more harm than good," Huang Zhihu raised her head and said loudly.

She understood her adoptive father's intentions. This was deliberately raising the status of the alchemy cultivators.

If they couldn't receive attention and elevate their status during this bountiful harvest in the Medicinal Valley, then everyone would treat them as fat meat to be feasted upon in the future.