Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

"There's really not a single drop left!"

Margaret leaned even closer, her nose almost touching Ron's forehead, her blue eyes wide open.

Her nostrils flared as she sniffed him all over, as if trying to make sure he wasn't hiding anything.

Ron was pushed backward by her and almost fell over.

He braced himself against the ground and moved back a little, and Margaret's head followed, looking like she was saying, "I won't let you leave until you give me an explanation."

"There really aren't many left!" Ron spread his hands.

The other person clearly didn't believe her, and she nudged his arm with her nose.

That's where Ron's spatial bracelet is located; he's quite clever.

Margaret believed Ron was hiding it inside and refused to take it out.

She was right; Ron did indeed have quite a bit left, but it was clear that she couldn't use it anymore.

No matter how much is left, it's only enough for the silver dragon to rinse its mouth.

"I'll give you one more bottle at most."

"This thing is very precious! It's a special secret technique of our family."

"It's an essence extracted from magical beasts using special methods."

"What? You're saying you'll trade me World of Warcraft?"

Margaret's Dragon Head Puzzle:

"Is that what she meant? How come I didn't know that?"

"Well... okay then, I'll take the loss and consider it making a friend!"

Ron finished speaking to himself, then looked at the other person with an expectant expression.

"Go quickly! I'll wait for you here."

Margaret agreed in a daze.

Since tasting the original liquid, she has felt that it has been very beneficial to her.

But she knew that given the current situation, she definitely couldn't extract any more of the original liquid from Ron, so she might as well give it a try.

Margaret stared at him for two seconds, then stood up.

Her body fully extended from a prone position, her silvery-white scales bursting with dazzling light in the sunlight. Her wings spread, obscuring half the sky.

She glanced down at Ron, then flapped her wings, creating a gust of wind that sent Ron stumbling back several steps.

The silvery-white figure soared into the sky, circled once in the air, and then flew towards the distant sea.

It flew farther and farther away, until it became a small silver-white dot on the horizon and disappeared at the boundary between the sea and the sky.

Ron tilted his head back until he could see nothing at all before looking away.

Ron got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

Although his injuries had healed, they still ached. He glanced around.

Abadon lay motionless on the muddy ground, and his other men were still unconscious.

Ron: "..."

He went over and woke up the people who were still lying on the ground, telling them to go back to the boat first.

Abad had broken several ribs, his mouth agape, and his body was covered in bruises, but he was otherwise unharmed. The other henchmen also got up one after another, each with bruised and swollen faces.

"Get back to the ship," Ron said.

"I still have something to do with this dragon."

Aibatang hesitated for a moment: "Sir... let's run!"

"Go back." Ron's tone left no room for argument.

Aibadang naturally obeyed, limping as he led the group toward the beach.

Only Ron remained.

He collected the armor that had been scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the deformed armor in front of him, Ron was on the verge of tears. He had just bought it!

I will definitely repay this silver dragon tenfold in the future.

Time passed slowly. The sea was calm and still, without any disturbance.

Ron leaned against the rock, gazing at the distant sky. The sun slowly moved westward, tinging the clouds with a pale gold hue.

Just as he began to suspect that Margaret had flown away and would not return, a small silvery-white dot appeared on the horizon.

The small dot grew larger and larger at an extremely fast speed, like a shooting star crashing down from the clouds.

The silver dragon swooped down from the sky, its wings half-folded, its body almost vertically plunging towards the sea. The sound of the air being torn apart took a long time to reach us, booming like thunder.

Just before it hit the sea, Margaret suddenly spread her wings, creating a huge shockwave that sent white spray flying across the surface of the water.

As Margaret approached the island, Ron could see that she was clutching a grayish-blue object in her claws, which was struggling from time to time.

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, sending pebbles and branches flying. Ron instinctively took a step back, squinting at the things that had been thrown down.

It was a shark. No, not an ordinary shark. It was several times larger than a normal shark, and its entire body was covered in grayish-blue scales.

Its mouth split open to its cheeks, revealing three rows of inward-curving teeth, each as big as a palm. Its tail pounded the ground wildly, cracking the rocks.

Level 1 magical beast, Ironspined Shark!!

Ron had seen this kind of monster in a "Warcraft Compendium" that Liulichuan brought him.

Tier 1, extremely fast, with teeth capable of biting through iron armor, it is one of the most dangerous predators in coastal waters. Adults are seven or eight meters long, but this one in front of us is at least ten meters long.

Margaret landed on the ground and pinned the shark's head down with her claws, as easily as a cat pacing a mouse.

She looked down at Ron, a hint of smugness in her blue eyes, and her tail tip swayed slightly.

Ron swallowed hard. It seemed that the silver dragon had indeed held back during the beating he had received earlier.

She spent an hour or two flying an unknown distance to capture a first-tier magical beast alive. If she really attacked him, Ron estimated he wouldn't be able to escape.

Margaret pushed the shark monster in front of Ron, signaling him to quickly take out the original solution.

Ron took out all the remaining essence from his spatial storage. After all, such a large Tier 1 magical beast had to be worth it.

Margaret licked the entire liquid away with her tongue.

Then she showed a look of rapture, and afterwards she stared at Ron with her big eyes as if to say:

"Give me some more."

Ron is truly gone this time.

"Well, this is all the magical beasts you can get in exchange. After all, you've already used the effects of this treasure, so you understand how precious it is."

"Go catch another one!"

"I'll give you the rest this time!!"

"I swear!!"

Margaret flicked her tail slightly, clearly unhappy.

She nudged Ron with her head, and when he wouldn't budge, she started acting like a rascal, turning her back to Ron, folding her wings, and making the whole dragon look like a wronged big cat.

But Ron firmly refused.

She didn't leave, and Ron didn't move either.

After a brief standoff, Margaret reluctantly flew away.

Ron watched her figure disappear into the horizon and quickly dealt with the first-tier shark.

He really has no more original liquid left, so he needs to refine it quickly.

With a hand placed on the shark, the shark was immediately captured and put into the Demon Refining Pot.

This is a new technique that Ron developed after becoming a full-fledged knight; it allows him to use his body as a medium simply through physical contact. It's much more convenient now.

Ron also added an energy stone to the Demon Refining Pot to speed up the refining process.

Relying solely on the refining speed of the Demon Refining Pot itself, it might not be able to refine it properly before Margaret returns.

It wouldn't be good if Margaret felt she'd been tricked and beat Ron up again.

Fortunately, with the help of the energy stone, the original liquid was refined before Margaret returned.

Bottle the concentrate.

Ron thought about it and decided that a 30/70 split would be better.

Margaret III, Ron VII!

That's right, Lord Ron's revenge came just that quickly!