Everyone, including Lei Yuner, stared at Long Chen. A Lightning Spirit Blood Soul Pill was worth thirty immortal king crystals. And he crushed it just like that? What was that for?

The expression of the Sacred Pill Hall’s elder sank. Clearly, he thought that Long Chen’s action was a provocation.

As for the Water Mallard race’s experts, they actually thought that Long Chen was angry at their provocation and had lost control of himself. Just as Wu Ling was feeling pleased and about to mock him, she heard Long Chen start talking.

“Lightning Spirit Blood Soul Grass, Thousand Leaf Vermillion Fruit, Violet Root Magnolia Vine, Flowerless Ivy, Wheel Seeds…”

Long Chen eyed the resulting powder of the Lightning Spirit Blood Soul Pill, occasionally sniffing as well. He...