章節 33: Soulless Pill-Downing

"No, wait. There's no way the farm could produce fakes, right?"

Jian He took out another qi pellet and studied it carefully. In appearance, the qi pellet resembled one of those Hawthorn Pills—appetite supplements—and was dark maroon in color, like red dates.

"Eh? Maroon?"

Jiang He fished out another qi pellet from his pocket—the one he found on Cordo's body. The shape of that pellet was deformed, but both its color and scent was no different from the qi pellet in his hands.

"Well, turns out that this was a qi pellet as well. What a waste… I wouldn't have spent a million bucks buying qi pellets from Mu Wanqiu if I knew what it was…" complained Jiang He.

But that was fine, since he would start growing them eventually. Nonetheless, what he grew could not be recycled as seeds, which was why the six normal qi pellets that remained had to be used as seeds.