บท 187: Harvest

On the mountain top, the pain on Lin Dong’s face gradually dissipated as he flipped through that Qiankun bag. In its place was a delighted expression. Evidently, the earnings this time were greater than his expenditure.

The wealth that Wang Yan possessed had far exceeded Lin Dong’s expectations. Just the number of Pure Yuan pills inside that Qiankun bag alone, had reached twenty thousand. This gigantic fortune was enough to cause anyone to smack their lips. This Wang Clan was indeed extremely wealthy. Even a younger generation member would have such a huge sum of money on hand, a truly envious situation.

“It’s no wonder those fellows were not interested in the Pure Yuan pills inside the old tomb. Everyone indeed leads different lives…”

Lin Dong softly sighed as he kept all of these Pure Yuan pills. Then, as he continued to rummage with his hand, he found an old manual with a faint golden glow. On its yellowish cover, were a few golden words.

“Subduing Golden Platform Magic Palm!”