At this moment, Han Xing's territory, spanning over a thousand square meters, was once again filled with a variety of materials. A small mountain of spirit cores, over a hundred thousand of them, piled up to two meters high. The dense spiritual energy they emitted was almost turning into a visible mist, making anyone who took a breath feel refreshed and clear-headed.
Coal was excitedly jumping up and down on the mountain of spirit cores, experiencing the joy of being overwhelmed by gourmet delights for the first time. From time to time, it would open its mouth and swallow a large mouthful of spirit cores, each gulp containing at least a dozen.
Han Xing didn't hold it back, allowing it to eat as much as it wanted. After all, with the quantity of spirit cores in that pile, Coal wouldn't be able to finish them even if it ate for years!
However, after just a few bites, the little creature couldn't eat anymore. It flopped onto a patch of grass, flipped onto its back, and promptly fell into a deep, contented sleep. Watching this scene, Han Xing's mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Tch, and here I thought you could eat a lot."
Han Xing then began to sort through his gains. Up until now, he had sold all 1,200 bottles of Life Elixirs he had made, trading them for a large amount of materials. But even with this, the market still had a huge gap to fill.
This vital recovery item was in such high demand that many people wished they could stockpile several bottles. The supply of Life Elixirs, already insufficient for all the survivors, was now becoming even more scarce.
Though it was nighttime, Han Xing continued to work tirelessly, producing more Life Elixirs. His stockpile of spirit cores was more than enough, so he used up all his remaining spirit spring water in one go to make more elixirs.
He produced 7,000 bottles of Life Elixirs, with each bottle taking 10 seconds to make. That translated to 70,000 seconds, or nearly 20 hours of work. For the next day, Han Xing did nothing but sell one bottle after another.
Except for brief rests, he spent all his time trading with other survivors.
In the first hour, he traded over 600 bottles of elixirs. In the second hour, over 1,300 bottles were traded. Materials came flooding in continuously.
By the end of the day, after selling the 7,000th bottle of Life Elixir, Han Xing stopped trading. His supply of spirit spring water had run out.
Over 800 liters of spirit spring water had been used to make over 8,000 bottles of Life Elixir, with 7,000 bottles traded for various materials. In the chat channel, many survivors who had been eagerly waiting for more elixirs were starting to feel uneasy when they didn't see any more being listed.
At this moment, Han Xing's hoarse voice appeared in the chat channel: "Everyone, the Life Elixirs are sold out. I've run out of the raw materials needed to make them, so I can't produce any more for now."
Hearing this, the survivors who hadn't managed to get any elixirs felt a deep sense of regret. Many of them still hadn't managed to trade for one.
Someone cautiously asked, "Galaxy God, are you sure there's none left?"
Han Xing replied, "Yes, the main ingredient needed to make the Life Elixirs is used up. When I find more of it in the future, I'll make more."
"Besides, I've already traded 7,000 bottles of Life Elixirs. That should be enough for many of you to defeat the current region bosses."
"You should be able to loot some other recovery items from these bosses, which should be enough for the remaining people to clear this area."
In truth, Han Xing still had over a thousand bottles of Life Elixir in reserve, but he wasn't planning to release them. After all, everyone has their own interests to protect. In future battles, injuries were inevitable, and he didn't want to find himself in danger because he didn't have enough elixirs.
Upon hearing Han Xing's explanation, many survivors expressed their understanding.
One of them spoke up: "Galaxy God, you've worked hard. We'll never forget your kindness!"
Han Xing shook his head with a smile, "It's just a transaction. What's all this talk about kindness?"
The person replied with a laugh, "Galaxy God, you're too modest. You may say it's just a transaction, but we all know the truth. Over the past two days, you've practically been working nonstop to trade Life Elixirs with us, indirectly saving countless lives, including mine."
He added bitterly, "If it weren't for your Life Elixirs, I would've been killed by that monster…"
His words were echoed by many others: "Yeah, I only survived thanks to Galaxy God's elixirs. This world is too cruel…"
"Same here…"
"Galaxy God has saved us from danger twice now. Most of us in Region 107 owe him a huge favor!"
"Absolutely, Galaxy God is the savior of Region 107. Anyone who questions him from now on will have to answer to me!"
"I hereby declare the official founding of the Galaxy God Cult. I'm the first believer! Who else is joining?"
Seeing the conversation spiraling out of control, Han Xing quickly intervened, "Stop! Enough with the embarrassing stuff. I'm just here to trade for supplies. If you keep this up, I'll stop selling!"
"Hahaha…"
The chat channel erupted in laughter.
Han Xing shook his head and was about to close the chat when he received a private message. The sender's name was Whirlwind Potato, a name that Han Xing vaguely remembered.
When he opened the private chat, Whirlwind Potato immediately messaged him excitedly: "Dad! I haven't gotten a Life Elixir yet!"
Han Xing's face darkened instantly.
"Don't call me that! Since when do I have a son as old as you?"
Whirlwind Potato quickly replied, "Galaxy God, you don't understand. You saved my life when I was at my lowest point. You're like a father to me, my savior! Calling you 'Dad' is only natural!"
Before he could continue, Han Xing quickly sent a trade request. He placed 10 bottles of Life Elixir in the trade and, ignoring Whirlwind Potato's exaggerated squeals of excitement, immediately closed the private chat.
At last, the noise around Han Xing quieted down.
After two days of non-stop work, he finally felt the fatigue and drowsiness hit him like a wave. Han Xing shook his head, trying to stay awake. He planned to tally up his gains before taking a rest, as there was still one thing left undone.
Looking at the mountains of materials in his territory, Han Xing's breathing became a little quicker, and the exhaustion faded away somewhat.
"I've really hit the jackpot this time!"
Filled with excitement, Han Xing began to count his earnings.
The biggest haul from this round of trades was, of course, spirit cores. These had become so versatile that they were now practically the currency of this world.
After subtracting the costs for making the spirit spring water, Han Xing had gained a total of 253,764 spirit cores.
Another valuable material he had collected was mithril. It was needed for crafting both blue and purple gear, and he figured he would need a lot of it going forward.
After tallying it up, he had received over 16,000 pieces of mithril.
Indeed, there was strength in numbers.
When the three of them—Han Xing and his two companions—had earned the top three rewards and opened one silver treasure chest each, they had only gathered about 50 pieces of mithril combined.
But after trading with all the survivors in Channel 107, he had gained over 10,000 pieces!
This was a massive profit!