Starting as a stray dog, I embarked on a journey of cultivation.

Unfortunately, Gou An was never a kind-hearted, soft-hearted gentleman.

The tragic scene of the lower levels of the demon race before his eyes, though it made him feel vaguely uncomfortable, did not stir up much of a ripple in his heart.

He had been lying low in the Monster Mountain Range for many years and had long been familiar with the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.

These low-level demons and monsters are destined to devour each other, with the weak becoming food for the strong.

Only a very few monsters are able to cultivate diligently, break through numerous barriers, and reach the top of the food chain.

All beings have their own destiny; those who choose to live in peace should silently accept it.

What's more, what's tugging at his heartstrings most right now is the spirit stones that are being continuously mined from the mining area.

Such sacrifices are unavoidable in order to obtain cultivation resources.

Before long, the banquet was drawing to a close.

Master Blackhorn stood up, raised his wine bowl high, and said loudly, "Come, everyone, let's raise our cups again to bid farewell to Fellow Daoist Huang!"

Everyone stood up, raised their bowls, tilted their heads back, and drank it all in one gulp.

After the banquet, Huang Pingzi took Gou An and set off on their return journey.

He was quite drunk at the moment, so he simply handed the small flying boat to Gou An and carefully instructed him on the operating incantation and method.

Gou An silently recited the incantation as instructed, then raised his hand and tossed the palm-sized flying boat into the air. The small boat unfurled in the wind, instantly expanding into its full form.

The two leaped onto the flying boat. Huang Pingzi, feeling the effects of the alcohol, collapsed and fell into a deep sleep inside the boat.

Gou An stood at the bow of the ship, channeling his demonic power to steer the flying boat into the air. He then turned the ship around and sped towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

Although the airship doesn't fly very fast, its main advantage is its stability.

Gou An is a novice in weapon control, but he can drive it with ease even after just trying it out. It is very suitable for Gou An to use as a means of transportation at this stage.

The following morning, Huang Pingzi set off as scheduled, leaving the City of Ten Thousand Demons and embarking on his journey to the human territory.

Gou An officially took over this new job, and his first task was to collect the Transformation Pills produced by all the alchemists in the city.

We must gather a thousand qualified pills within ten days, which means we need to collect at least a hundred pills every day.

Wan Dan Tang has a total of six alchemists, and at most they can produce 120 pills a day. After deducting the substandard pills, the number of qualified pills per day is very likely to be less than 100.

Gou An followed the order and collected pills from the three alchemists in the front courtyard first.

The three had solid skills, and all sixty Transformation Pills they handed in passed inspection without a single flaw.

However, when it came to the three demon alchemists in the backyard, the problem became apparent.

The quality of the medicinal pills varies greatly.

If this had happened when Gou An first entered the Pill Hall, he might have found it acceptable.

But now that his alchemical skills have greatly improved, he can see all kinds of subtle flaws.

Gou An repeatedly screened the sixty pills submitted by the three demon cultivators, ultimately selecting only twenty-six that were up to standard, and returning the rest for refining.

Based on this calculation, the daily quota was actually fourteen units short.

Left with no other choice, Gou An returned to his alchemy room and personally opened the furnace to make up for the shortfall.

For ten consecutive days, Gou An went back and forth between the various alchemy rooms to collect pills, carefully verifying them. If the quantity was insufficient, he would open the furnace himself to make up the difference. His days were much busier than when he was refining pills alone.

But when he thought about the stable monthly payment of spirit stones, he didn't utter a single complaint.

If you want to obtain spirit stones continuously, this is the only reliable way right now.

Before long, the day for the first delivery of the pills arrived. At dawn, Gou An piloted his flying boat straight to the spirit stone mining area.

It was still Black Horn Immortal and his demon generals who came to greet him.

However, this time the situation was completely different from last time. Everyone looked indifferent, unlike the enthusiasm they had shown when they saw Huang Pingzi last time.

Gou An tried to greet Huang Pingzi in the same way, but the other party only responded indifferently.

He handed over the precious bottle containing the elixir, and Black Horn no longer simply sniffed it and hastily ended the conversation.

Black Horn instructed the little demon to bring a large wooden basin, and poured out all the pills from the bottle, examining them one by one in detail.

Gou An stood to the side, secretly anxious, waiting quietly for the test results.

After all one thousand pills had been verified, the Black Horned Master, whose face had been gloomy and tense, suddenly burst into laughter, his expression instantly relaxing.

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Gou, there's no need to be nervous!" Black Horn strode forward and put his arm around Gou An's shoulder: "This is your first time escorting and handing over pills alone, so naturally I must keep a close watch and not slack off in the slightest."

"As you know, the mines are the lifeblood of my Demon City!"

"The Transformation Pill is the source of blood transfusion to the lifeline, and this source must not be wrong. Don't blame me for being a little strict."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to the demon general beside him and loudly ordered, "Quickly prepare wine and meat, and host a grand feast to entertain Fellow Daoist Gou today!"

Gou An breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no problem with the batch of pills.

Following Black Horn, we arrived at the stone table and took our seats. Wine and meat were served one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Gou, you've arrived just in time!" Black Horn picked up his wine bowl, took a sip, and said, "I just bought a few jars of spirit wine from Scarlet Moon Pavilion through connections. The taste is excellent, you should try some!"

Gou An took a sip, and it was indeed the taste of Feiyuelou.

Just then, a little demon nearby said, "Big brother, I heard that Miss Red Moon from Scarlet Moon Pavilion is going to perform on stage again tonight. Aren't you going to go and watch?"

Upon hearing this, the black-horned bull's ears twitched, clearly indicating that it was tempted.

But in the end, he shook his head: "Never mind, I'd better not go."

"Why not?" the little demon asked, puzzled. "Big brother, didn't you used to go whenever you had time? Why aren't you going now?"

"You know nothing!" Black Horn took a swig of his drink and said, "If I can't see the Red Moon, I'll be upset, but I can still bear it."

"But if I saw it, but... but couldn't have it, that would be worse than death!"

As Blackhorn spoke, he scratched his chest, as if he were itching all over.

"And a few months ago, during the time I wasn't there, I heard that someone answered the question Miss Hongyue asked, and that guy even went upstairs with Hongyue and spent the night there!"

Gou An heard this, but dared not interrupt.

After all, this black-horned guy seems to be obsessed with the red moon. I wonder what his reaction would be if he knew that the protagonist he was talking about was himself.

"If I find out who it was, I'll cut off their weapon to vent my anger!"

As Blackhorn finished speaking, he suddenly slammed his fist on the stone table.

Although it didn't seem like much force was used, a crack suddenly appeared in the stone table.

Gou An could sense that the Black Horn in front of him was not weak.

It seems to have reached the Transformation Realm, which is above the ninth-tier demon beast level, and its strength is far superior to mine.

If he really wanted to disassemble his tools, he could actually do it.

"Fellow Taoist Gou!"

Suddenly! Black Horn looked at Gou An and asked curiously, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Gou has ever been to the Crimson Moon Pavilion?"

"Me?" Gou An gave an awkward smile. "Never been there!"

"That's perfect!" Black Horn lightly patted the table, then said, "Tonight it's my treat. I'll take you to the Crimson Moon Pavilion and broaden your horizons!"

Gou An's heart tightened immediately upon hearing this!

You absolutely can't go!

I was asked to go upstairs, and I'm sure many people noticed me.

If I go with them tonight and they recognize me, it will be troublesome.

So he could only say, "Thank you for your kindness, but I won't go!"

"Why?" Blackhorn's face immediately darkened. "Are you disrespecting Blackhorn?"

"No, no, no!" Gou An's dog-like brain quickly thought, "It's not that I'm being disrespectful, it's just..."

"But what?"

"But... I can't do it! Going would be a waste of time! It would be too painful to just watch!"