Travel a Thousand Miles

This time, Chu Fei traveled with remarkable ease—one might even call it carefree.

The Mother Nest crisis had been resolved, the Dragon People crisis had been dealt with, his friends had been looked after, and his Cultivation Level had reached its limit. Everything was perfect.

Compared with all his previous escapes, this was by far the most comfortable.

Across the land, two enormous land carriers were moving eastward, while Chu Fei and Wu Yong rode two large motorcycles west at full speed.

A small cloth pouch hung from Chu Fei's motorcycle, containing more than a dozen "pills."

Pills—Chu Fei had first seen them at a trade fair outside the Potion Trading Center in Red Pine City, where he had wanted to buy some but failed. After going in a great circle, he had finally obtained them without spending a cent.

In the environments Chu Fei had encountered so far, people generally preferred potions. Potions were effective, technologically mature, plentiful, and relatively cheap.

There were also medicines such as aerosols and solid solutions, but they were rare.

Aerosols dispersed too easily, had poor utilization rates, were difficult to preserve, expensive, troublesome to produce, and had a limited market. Naturally, they had declined.

Solid solutions, on the other hand, commonly took the form of so-called pills. Low-grade ones might be called traditional patent medicines.

The pills here were nowhere near as miraculous as those in cultivation novels—at least, Chu Fei had never seen any like that. Perhaps things would change after level 12.0.

Here, pills were less effective than potions. Given the same cost, a pill generally offered only seventy or eighty percent of a potion's medicinal effect, and it took longer to work after being swallowed. But pills had one advantage: they could be stored for a very long time.

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