Eternal Pill Emperor

This was a special domain.    

According to the unwritten rules of the Heavenly Law Alliance, any world, outside of the barrier of the realm, could be considered as the territory of this world.    

All the resources in the territory would naturally belong to this world.    

However, the Three Thousand Worlds was so big, there would always be some exceptions.    

For example, the distance between two worlds was not even a million miles.    

In this way, the unwritten rule of the Heavenly Law Alliance naturally did not apply.    

The Seven Stars Ridge Domain was special because of this.    

There were seven worlds surrounding this domain.    

And in this domain, there were all kinds of cultivation resources and many ancient ruins.    

There was even more than one Immortal Hollow.    

This kind of domain was naturally the most popular place in everyone's eyes.    

The seven worlds surrounding this domain would naturally fight for resources from time to time.    

Other than the intrigue between the seven worlds, the people of other worlds and the space pirates would also want a share of the pie.    

Therefore, all kinds of schemes, plots, and fights filled this domain, making it even more chaotic.    

This domain became an extremely famous ‘No Lands' zone among the Three Thousand Worlds.    

The law of the jungle, where the strong preyed on the weak, was vividly displayed here.    

Recently, the opening of the Immortal Cave Hollow had caused the clouds in all directions to move, and countless Martial Cultivators from all over the world rushed over from all over the world, wanting to join in the fun.    

Unfortunately, such a lively event had never been easy to join in.    

Now, there were only three days left until the opening of the Immortal Cave Hollow.    

In the Seven Stars Ridge Region, the Unmarked Common Graves had already been filled with corpses.    

The Unmarked Common Graves of the Seven Stars Ridge Region was not a place for people to be buried, but a place for business.    

Many Martial Cultivator's corpses would be gathered here from all over the place, and according to their strength, they would be preserved for a day, or even a hundred years.    

Of course, this was not to do some inhumane business.    

It was to wait for the relatives of the dead to come and collect their corpses.    

This was naturally a very human thing.    

It was precisely because of this that the owner of the Unmarked Common Graves had been called "Jia Shan" for a long time.    

As for whether these three words were his name or his title, it was hard to say.    

Jia Shan had a short stature, was fat, liked to wear a servant's uniform, loved to laugh, looked harmless, and was honest and amiable.    

As his name suggested, he loved to do good, and his nickname was "One good deed a day."    

However, no matter how much he loved to laugh, there were times when he was troubled.    

Jia Shan was very troubled today.    

In the past few days, the Seven Stars Ridge Region was filled with people.    

With more people, it was easy for conflicts to break out.    

And the way Martial Cultivator solved conflicts, there was only one way, and that was to compete with whose fist was bigger.    

As the saying went, there was no second place in literature, and there was no first place in martial arts. The habit of competing with the size of one's fist was widespread, and the patrol team could not stop them.    

Those with smaller fists would often lose their lives after losing.    

The unowned corpses would naturally be sent to the Unmarked Common Graves.    

Now, the Unmarked Common Graves was already filled with corpses.    

"Jia Shanman, I saw from afar that the captain of the patrol team has brought back another corpse of a warship!    

"There is no more space in our Unmarked Common Graves!    

Below the Profound Saint Stage, the bodies of Martial Cultivators with thick skin and thick flesh, and those who wore bad clothes and suffered from chronic injuries, have all been dealt with.    

"If more people come, they can only deal with the corpses of Martial Cultivators at the Profound Saint Stage, and leave the coffins!"    

A rather ugly high-rank Holy Monarch with black moles on half of his face was rushing over from the entrance of the Unmarked Common Graves with a frown on his face. He bowed his waist and reported to Jia Shanman.    

Jia Shanman looked even more worried.    

"Wang Xiaoliu, Wang Xiaoliu, why are you so stupid?    

The corpses of Martial Cultivators above the Profound Saint Stage are worth a lot!    

According to the usual practice, it would take at least fifty years to be dealt with.    

Moreover, in these fifty years, we have to work hard to help them find their relatives!    

Without their relatives, we have to work hard to help them create their relatives!    

Their relatives are too poor, and they can't redeem their bodies. We have to help their relatives, and think of ways to make money.    

"Benevolence is not just a saying!"    

"Therefore, Martial Cultivators above the Profound Saint Stage should not be disposed of in vain!"    

Wang Xiaoliu's face was sullen.    

"Tell me, what should we do?"    

"The patrol team's warship is about to arrive!"    

Jia Shan thought for a moment and finally gritted his teeth.    

"Let's collect the corpses sent by the patrol team first and then invite Master Kong Kong over."    

Wang Xiaoliu immediately revealed a smile when he heard this.    

"That's great! If we invite Master Kong Kong over, we can at least open three Independent Space. Our Unmarked Burial Ground will become even more powerful!"    

Whoosh.    

Wang Xiaoliu rushed towards the Unmarked Burial Ground's main gate.    

Jia Shan stood in his original place with a sad face.    

"If we invite Master Kong Kong over, the Unmarked Burial Ground will indeed become more powerful, but our profits for the next month will probably be gone.    

"When will we be able to recruit a Martial Cultivator who is comparable to Master Kong Kong in the Way of Space...    

"Forget it, forget it. I will continue to do Benevolence.    

"Even if I can't recruit a Martial Cultivator who is proficient in the Way of Space, I will continue to do Benevolence..."    

Jia Shan walked towards the Unmarked Burial Ground's gate.    

Outside the gate, Wang Xiaoliu skillfully placed the corpses of the Martial Cultivators on the coffins one after another.    

Very quickly, the warship left.    

He left with a few bottles of expensive Ninth Grade Pills.    

Jia Shan felt his heart ache when he saw this scene, but he still walked to the coffins with a strong will.    

"Those below the Profound Saint realm, put them in the third level coffin.    

For those above the Profound Saint realm, they had to place a Second Grade Coffin.    

Those at the Great Perfection realm, put them in a first level coffin.    

Don't get it wrong, Wang Xiaoliu.    

Of course, those who looked extraordinary, dressed luxuriously, and were not ordinary people, regardless of their realms, would put them in a special coffin..."    

Jia Shan taught Wang Xiaoliu casually.    

Wang Xiaoliu's face was absent-minded.    

He had heard these words for thousands of years, and his ears were about to be covered in calluses. How could he make a mistake?    

"Eh?"    

Suddenly, when he saw a corpse, Wang Xiaoliu was stunned.    

"Jia Shan, if a person can't see his realm, dressed in tattered clothes, but handsome, very handsome, what coffin should he put him in?"    

Jia Shan casually said, "Let's compromise and let the Second Grade coffin go."    

Draw a portrait of him and check his background.    

There were not many people who could hide their realms after death. There must be something extraordinary about him. Also, search for him, see if there is anything..."    

"Ah!"    

Wang Xiaoliu suddenly let out a cry of surprise. His voice was actually extremely sharp, not like a man's voice.    

"What if he didn't die? What coffin should he put him in?"    

Jia Shan was stunned for a moment.    

If he didn't die, what coffin should he put him in?    

"Are you stupid! What coffin should you put him in if you didn't die?    

"If you didn't die, you saved him! If you saved him, you would ask him for money. If you didn't have money, you would let him work and pay his debts!"    

Jia Shan rushed to Wang Xiaoliu's side and looked at the coffin that had scared him.    

Inside, there was indeed a handsome young man lying inside.    

He was really handsome!    

If he were to work and repay his debts, it would greatly improve the looks of the Unmarked Common Graves employees.    

Wang Xiaoliu was neither a man nor a woman. He had a half-face full of black moles, and he had had enough of it.    

He had seen it in the middle of the night, and he had thought that he had seen a ghost!    

But this man in the coffin was different. His looks were very good, and he might be able to attract the female patrol captain to look after his business!    

Jia Shan stretched out his hand and tried to feel the man's breath.    

"He is indeed not dead. His breathing is regular, and he should not be in any life-threatening danger.    

"This is really strange. His body is covered in blood, but why can't I see any injuries?"    

"Perhaps he suffered internal injuries, or his soul was injured."    

"I can't tell either…"    

Jia Shan had a look of suspicion on his face.    

"What are you still standing there for? Can't you drool when you see someone handsome?    

"Hurry up and help him into the wooden house. Give him some pills, the most cost-effective type of pills!    

"If he doesn't wake up after eating the pills, then go and invite an alchemist to take a look.    

"Sigh, I am indeed a kind-hearted person…"    

Jia Shan left with a look of worry on his face.    

Wang Xiaoliu hurriedly carried the man into the wooden house and found three level-nine healing pills. He fed them to the man.    

Coincidentally, the man woke up after the pills had entered his stomach.    

"Benefactor Wu Fang, Tian Modi, you two bastards, I told you not to be greedy, but you just didn't listen!    

You have caused this young master to suffer. Even if I chase you to hell, I..."    

Gu Xuan suddenly woke up when he said this.    

"Eh? Miss, who are you? Where are you?"    

Gu Xuan curiously asked as he looked at the wooden house in front of him and the unfamiliar environment.    

"Miss... Miss? You... How do you know that I'm a girl?    

I... I clearly disguised myself so well?"    

Wang Xiaoliu covered his face with a shy expression.    

Gu Xuan: "..."    

Miss, next time you disguise yourself as a man, can you take off the red flower on your head first?    

He also put away the undergarment beside the blanket, okay?    

Just as Gu Xuan was cursing, a cry of surprise sounded.    

"Ah! Wang Xiaoliu, you bastard!    

My grade nine pill! Didn't I tell you to give him the pill with the highest quality?    

Didn't I tell you to give him the pill of the highest price! "    

Jia Shan barged in at some point and stared at the small jade bottle beside Wang Xiaoliu. His heart ached!    

Gu Xuan covered his forehead.    

What sin did he commit?