"I'll exchange for a six-thousand-year-old spirit medicine as well!"
Li Weiyi wasn't short on cultivation resources for the time being; he just wanted to feed all seven of his Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors until they reached the Longevity Realm.
The more helpers he had, the stronger his ability to deal with danger would be.
They were emperor-grade strange insects.
They barely needed to cultivate; as long as they grew up normally, they would be seven beings comparable to martial arts prodigies.
Living beings were not all the same.
For snakes, insects, fish, and birds to transform into dragons, they needed millions of years of arduous cultivation and磨砺, and had to survive the life-and-death ordeal of leaping the dragon gate.
But a young dragon only needed to eat its fill and grow up to possess that kind of power.
However, eating one's fill was not an easy task.
Sitting opposite him at the desk, Liu Tianchen stared at Li Weiyi without a word.