A Rare Opportunity to Make a Killing

Zhou You listened to his further request and revealed an incredulous expression. "Heir, could it be that you've already broken through to the Quadruple Heaven? Is your demand for great medicine really this immense?"

"That's not right. The Lian family treasury should have quite a few great medicines of Fourth Grade and above stored away!"

Lian Feihong braced himself and explained, "It's a friend of mine. He has a need for freshly refined great medicine."

Ha, the quintessential cliché. All that was missing was: that friend wouldn't happen to be you, would he?

"This is difficult, Heir. You're deliberately putting me in a bind."

Zhou You spread his hands. "You don't think a Great Medicine Master has no pride, do you? Though he bears the title of personal guard, his status is special. Under me, he's the sort who obeys assignments but not summons."

"Even for this favor, I had to talk myself hoarse before he agreed. If you ask again, are you trying to kill me?"

Lian Feihong clung to him like malt sugar, begging repeatedly. "Brother Da Qian, help me one more time. At worst, I'll grit my teeth and part with what I love—you can take my entire song-and-dance troupe!"

"No, absolutely not. My home can't house that many people!"

Zhou You thought that bringing ten people home as a reward last time had already been outrageous. If he brought back the remaining seventy-odd this time, would he be forced into business and open a "Da Qian Song-and-Dance Troupe"?

While refusing, he calculated that Lian Feihong's persistence must mean the Great Medicine Master behind him was applying pressure.

His third avatar, Pharmacist Ku Tang, had relied on the System Panel's Experience Points to refine the Buhua Pill in just a few days, filling in the final missing