Returning to his room, Gu Wen sat cross-legged in meditation, tallying Ao Tang's little treasury, a total of thirty-one various types of top-grade pills.
There were originally some low-quality pills that came with it, but Ao Tang didn't care for such inferior products, so he sold them all after refinishing them.
Grabbing a handful of pills, he stuffed them directly into his mouth. The Heavenly Marrow poured down like rain, and the medicinal properties swept through his meridians like a torrent. Fortunately, Gu Wen was no longer at the Second Level of Yuqing Daoji, so consuming pills containing decades' worth of Heavenly Marrow didn't overwhelm him.
But unlike directly consuming Spiritual Medicines, these top-grade pills actually slowly propelled the realm of his Daoji.
"No wonder they need to be refined into pills."