Although Qin Ya already had a huge sum of 300,000 Primordial Stones, who would ever complain about having more? So, he unhesitatingly swept the ten-thousand-plus Primordial Stones and all the Gold Coins into his Storage Ring. 'I never thought pirates would be so rich. Should I go rob a few more?'
Qin Ya stroked his chin, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes.
Then, Qin Ya slapped his own head and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "I'm really regressing. As a Pill Venerable, aren't Primordial Stones the easiest thing in the world for me to obtain?"
What were Alchemists, after all? They were known as the wealthiest people in the world.
In his past life, Qin Ya never lacked for Primordial Stones. Forget 300,000—he could have easily obtained even three million.
'With my current Cultivation, 300,000 Primordial Stones should be enough to last me a while. When I need more, I'll just refine a few batches of Elixirs.'
