Li Fan’s avatar’s eyes flashed as he laughed. “Haha, Fellow Daoist—did you manage to clean out the ruins of the entire Medicine King Sect? How many did you get your hands on?”

Jiao Xiuyuan chuckled cheerfully. “Not quite. But I was fortunate enough to unearth what remained of the workshop. Most of it consisted of discarded, defective products that were no longer usable, yet I still managed to find twenty-eight intact Mini Medicine King Cauldrons.”

“Twenty-eight?” Li Fan was inwardly startled. He had not expected there to be so many. The number far exceeded his expectations.

Recalling the scene from his twelfth life, when he had been hunted down over the two Mini Medicine King Cauldrons stored in his ring, Li Fan fell into deep thought.

That Nascent Soul cultivator had locked directly onto his...