Lu Ming did a count. There were a total of twenty-nine intent crystals.
'I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich.'
Lu Ming's eyes were shining.
He didn't need any other gains. Just these intent crystals were enough for him to make a killing.
Lu Ming closed the box and kept it in the Supreme shrine.
After that, Lu Ming picked up the notebook and flipped it open.
This time, Lu Ming was a little disappointed. This was not a secret cultivation technique or martial arts technique book. Instead, it was a book on the experience of refining pills.
It seemed that this ancient ruin was the residence of an alchemy Grandmaster, and everything was related to alchemy.
Lu Ming did not know much about the Dao of inscription. He flipped through a few pages and put it away.
Finally, he walked towards the pill furnace.
The pill furnace was as tall as a person. It had an ancient and simple design, and there were all sorts of flower patterns carved on it.
