Mo Linxian didn't reply this time; he was also very puzzled about the matter.

Every cultivator knows that spiritual cultivation and demonic cultivation are not the same;

The more unique the physique of a member of the Yun family, the more powerful and lethal they become to demons.

It's impossible for Demon Lord Jiu Yue not to know about this.

His kidnapping of Xiao Jiaojiao in his previous life could be explained by a whim, but he persistently and ostentatiously searched for her personally for nearly a thousand years.

It seems a bit hard to explain why it's just because he's too stubborn.

If Jiu Yue were such a willful and reckless person, he wouldn't be able to control the vast Demon Realm. Therefore, Jiu Yue must have his reasons for wanting to get his hands on Xiao Jiao Jiao!

Not hearing Mo Linxian speak, Ji Fengyao assumed he had gone into meditation to recuperate.

She then collected the medicinal herbs, took out the alchemy furnace, and began refining pills.

When an alchemist refines elixirs, only the alchemist himself ever knows the exact quantity of the finished product.

Ji Fengyao would naturally take as many cultivation pills as she could from the demons, and it was impossible for her to hand them all over to those demons.

Ji Fengyao is an eleventh-grade alchemist.

She could refine third-grade Spirit Nourishing Pills and sixth-grade Uyghur Pills as easily as playing with them, and could refine a batch of Spirit Nourishing Pills in less than three hours!

Moreover, the success rate of each batch of pills is 100%, with 60% being of superior quality, 30% of them being of the highest quality, and only 10% being of medium quality!

"The top-grade pills are for Master, 20% of the high-grade pills are for myself, 20% are for my parents, and the remaining 20% ​​can be divided among my brother, Brother Xiao Chen, and my two younger brothers." The little bandit happily distributed and packed the pills, her gaze sweeping over the remaining 10% of mid-grade Spirit Nourishing Pills, and she smiled innocently: "This 10% is not a small amount. There are still more than thirty pills left. Xi Que and Bai Lu's souls are weak and cannot withstand strong tonics. Giving a dozen or so to Xi Que and Bai Lu is just right."

After the distribution was completed, Ji Fengyao thought to herself that as an alchemist who could even refine sixth-grade pills, it seemed a bit unbelievable that she hadn't produced a single high-grade pill in ten batches of third-grade pills.

So she gritted her teeth and, with great reluctance, took a top-grade Spirit Nourishing Pill from her own portion and put it into the portion that had to be handed over.

Mo Linxian sensed her extremely conflicted emotions and couldn't help but laugh. He comforted her, "Alright, little darling, what's the loss of one Spirit Nourishing Pill? There are still forty or fifty batches of Huihe Pills to go. If you keep hiding them at this rate, think about how many you can actually hide?"

"Oh right, oh right, there are still forty or fifty batches of Uyghur pills left!" The little bandit girl was instantly delighted, rubbing her hands excitedly as she continued refining pills!

Anyway, these days the demons are preparing for their wedding, no one is bothering her, and she has nothing to do since she's not refining pills.

Just as Shang Dongyang had guessed, she didn't even know how to hold a needle, let alone embroider a wedding dress.

Even if I were to embroider, it wouldn't be now; it would definitely be done when I hold a belated wedding ceremony with the prince and my master.

Refining the Uyghur Pill requires relatively more effort, after all, it is a sixth-grade pill.

Each batch of pills takes about five hours to refine, but the success rate is still 100%. Among them, top-grade pills account for 20%, high-grade pills for 40%, medium-grade pills for 20%, and low-grade pills for 20%. This is the result of her deliberately lowering the standards so as not to attract too much attention.

This time, the little bandit girl kept all the top-grade and superior-grade pills from every batch.

She left less than 10% of the remaining mid-grade and low-grade pills for each of the demonic cultivators, just to get by with their tasks.

Even so, the number of pills that had to be handed over was still quite large, totaling over a hundred.

"Or, how about we deduct half again and just give them fifty?" the little bandit thought to herself, biting her right index finger.

Mo Linxian collapsed: "..."