Upon seeing Kisha’s reply, "The Rogue Blender" grew even more excited. It meant she truly had the means to obtain detoxification pills, or at the very least, the herbs needed to refine them. Either option would be an immense help, not only for him but for the allied forces of the righteous sect as well.
With such resources, their future confrontations against demonic cultivators and species would shift dramatically. No longer would they have to fear demonic energy as much; being able to detoxify it on the spot could turn the tide of battle and grant them a decisive advantage.
The thought alone made him restless. He felt both eager and anxious as he waited, fingers twitching with anticipation. Yet he forced himself to stay still, moving around too much would only draw attention and make him look suspicious in front of the others, something he couldn’t afford right now.
He had already told one massive lie, and in this world, one lie inevitably bred more. The more he spoke, the higher the chance he would slip, say something wrong, and expose himself. If that happened, he wouldn’t just lose credibility; he could very well become the next target.
After all, the Murim world was a brutal, dog-eat-dog realm where the strong ruled and the weak were preyed upon. Anyone who stood out too much was bound to attract danger. And with the amount of rare treasures in his possession, danger would come swiftly.
He had already made a mistake by letting them see the high-grade Spiritual Fruits and Crops. That alone was enough to put him on thin ice. The rest of the items would have to remain hidden for now, and could only be revealed when the timing was right.
As for the detoxification pills or herbs, he needed to think carefully. Their distribution had to be subtle and controlled, useful enough to save lives, but not so ostentatious that it painted a target on his back.
"Hah... it’s so hard carrying all these treasures. It feels like I’m hauling a powder keg with a lit fuse, I don’t know when it’s going to explode..." "The Rogue Blender" murmured to himself, slumping against the cave wall. From not far away, he could still hear the laughter and excited murmurs of the allied forces, a constant reminder of the precarious position he was in.
But his thoughts were interrupted when another notification popped up, Kisha had sent him a new trade request. When he opened it, his eyes nearly popped out of his head: she hadn’t just sent a thousand detoxification pills, she’d sent ten thousand.
Not only were these high-grade pills capable of cleansing demonic energy, but they could also neutralize a thousand different poisons, making them a literal lifesaver for him and his allies.
Even though only a few of them were present now, once reinforcements arrived, thousands from across the righteous sect would join them. Ten thousand pills might barely be enough, yet just seeing such a massive supply was beyond anything he had imagined. He almost fell to his knees in awe.
「Meanwhile, on Kisha’s side」
"008, do you think I went overboard?!" Kisha groaned. "Ugh... if only I hadn’t accidentally added two extra zeros before purchasing, I wouldn’t have bought one hundred thousand of detoxification pills... Why did I even buy this much? If I only knew how to make them myself!"
Her words tumbled out in a frantic rush as she felt her heart practically bleed at the thought of spending five billion on the pills. By the time she realized her mistake, the transaction was already complete.
Not long after, Duke sat beside her, handing her the utensils with a warm smile. He carefully removed the baked prawns from their shells, plated them neatly, and set them in front of her, making sure everything was just perfect.

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