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

Ron's idea was pretty good, mainly because things had been going too well for him lately.

As the exploration of the River Bend Territory deepened, the hidden wild spirit insects were gradually discovered.

In the meantime, Ron has harvested two more agricultural bugs and one magic potion bug, all of which were discovered by his serfs while they were working.

Nobody knows where these little things usually hide. Since they don't want to come out, the cordyceps disguises itself exactly like a normal plant.

In the early days of exploration, Ron's daily thoughts were always about whether he could find another Elf Bug the next day. Unfortunately, he just couldn't seem to find one.

Fortunately, Ron later received help from his neighbors, which led him to discover a road to heaven.

The potion-making bug that was discovered was a leek spirit bug, and to be honest, it was quite effective.

The chives sprouts looked plump and healthy, with fiery red tips on their leaves—truly a magical potion.

My darling!

Ron ate several plates of leek and egg soup, and his whole body felt like it was on fire. Liulichuan alone couldn't stop Ron's onslaught.

They had to urgently call over Little Pink Hair and Elise to finally calm Ron down, whose eyes were red and swollen.

After this incident, even though the caravan raised the price of the Leek Potion to ten gold coins per bottle, which was comparable to the price of the Elf Potion, Ron still had no intention of selling it.

Let's turn our attention back to Margaret.

After Ron finished recording the location of War Sheep Island, he asked Margaret to take him back first.

After putting Ron down, Margaret immediately went back to hunting.

She wouldn't stop until she'd emptied out all the original liquid Ron had brought, and Ron was happy to see Margaret so diligent.

It's a win-win situation!

This time, Ron didn't restrict Margaret's exchange limits. Since they were all on his side, Ron could refine as many magical beasts as she captured.

After a full day and night of work, Margaret even started catching mid-level magical beasts.

Ron then stopped her from hoarding the goods: "Alright, alright, you won't go hungry in the future, there's no need to rush."

"You can continue exchanging them after you come back with me."

Margaret stopped what she was doing: "Oh? Are you leaving so soon?"

"Yes, the two of us will go back early and show you around our new home."

"You should pack up your treasure first," Ron said calmly.

Margaret turned and went back to her dwelling, using her claws to clear away the rubble, revealing a large pile of crystal cores and gems. She began to fill them into her scales.

Ron was a little envious; those crystal cores were all first or second grade, and they were hard to buy on the market.

Margaret had so many that she could hardly hold them all. Every time she moved, one or two gems would fall out, and she would quickly pick them up again.

Ron also helped pick them up, handing one to Margaret and asking with a sheepish grin:

"This is quite inconvenient for you. Why don't you leave it with me for now? I have spatial equipment."

"Just ask me whenever you want it, it's so convenient."

Every dragon is extremely sensitive to its own wealth, and when it comes to this, their intelligence can briefly reach its maximum level.

She refused without even thinking:

"That won't do! I have to count them every night before I go to sleep, otherwise I can't fall asleep."

Ron gave an awkward smile and didn't ask any more questions.

Ron wasn't actually short of money; he just had a habit of being tempted by nice things.

Even if one plan fails, I will not be disappointed.

Next, Ron gave instructions to the knights who stayed behind, and then told the fleet to finish mining before returning.

He rode Margaret and flew towards the pioneering land.

In the sky, Margaret glanced back at the island where she had lived for decades. The beach and boulders slowly faded into black dots in her view.

She was about to travel to an unknown continent, and for a moment she felt a little bittersweet.

In less than two hours, the two could see the coastline from the air.

Margaret flew very high, her body almost invisible as she was shrouded in clouds.

"North," Ron pointed her toward the northern wilderness.

"Just go around that mountain, and you'll get there."

Margaret changed direction, flapping her wings slowly. Her eyes looked around, her blue pupils reflecting the unfamiliar scenery.

This was the first time she had seen the mainland, no longer the scenery of an island. There was no sea, only an endless wilderness.

You can see black dots on the ground from time to time; those are terrestrial creatures.

Soon, the two arrived above the valley.

"This is it," Ron said.

Margaret lowered her altitude and circled once above the valley.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one exit. A stream flows through the valley floor, its banks covered with lush green grass, and there is also a huge stone platform.

Ron spent a whole day carving it out with his sword, just so Margaret could lie down and sunbathe.

Margaret was delighted to see this, and Ron showed her around the valley.

Overall, Margaret was satisfied. She was a homebody dragon to begin with, and she quite liked this somewhat secluded environment.

"Margaret, I have something to tell you."

Her ears twitched.

"First, you can't let anyone see you for the time being. At least not now."

"Why?" Margaret's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"You bad guy, didn't you say you were the lord of this place, and that everyone here listened to you?"

Ron comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, it's only temporary. Once I've dealt with these few useless spies around here, it'll be almost over, and then there will be fewer spies in the territory."

"Now that you've appeared, all the nobles in the area will rush over to capture you. You'll be locked up and forced to use magic to produce metal day and night. You won't be able to sleep peacefully or bask in the sun anymore."

Margaret said with some worry, "Then they won't arrest me if I stay here, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here, there won't be any problems."

Let me tell you, those nobles outside are awful. They actually make people work night shifts and don't let them sleep at night.

Margaret obediently listened to her.

Ron took the opportunity to embellish the story and give her a detailed account of the wilderness.

Tell Margaret not to go to inhabited areas in the south. She should also avoid going to the north, where orcs and other intelligent races live.

"This place is close to the ocean, so you can hunt in the northern seas from now on. There are no human caravans there, so you won't be exposed."

"I'll come every three days. You can catch monsters and exchange them for the original fluid then."

Margaret was now completely swayed and could only nod, but she did ask one question:

"Will someone come and brush my scales again?"

"Yes, yes, we have it all." She's as naive as a college student looking for a job who only knows to ask about social insurance and housing fund.

There are many more pitfalls ahead! You'll have to step into them one by one.

The sun was setting, and the clouds on the horizon changed from golden-red to dark purple. The light in the valley dimmed, and the sound of the stream became clearer.

Ron stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes.

"I should go back now."

Margaret looked up at him, somewhat flustered.

Ron said, "I'll bring you something delicious tomorrow."