This Cauldron Is a Little Evil

He died at his workstation and opened his eyes as a servant in a cultivation sect, with both legs broken and a mountain of medical bills unpaid.

The battered cauldron in his hands could reveal the properties of medicines. He casually pointed at a three-hundred-year-old ginseng root and split it open. Inside was a Gu worm, stealing the last wisp of spiritual energy from every pill before it could fully form.

The inner sect had just bought an entire batch of this medicine. Who was stealing the pills?

Chen Yan smiled. Good. The more they steal, the more people will pay for someone to "see through" them.