Jiang Fan said flatly.
"Test the medicine!"
Lu Bo nodded and patted the armrest of the chair beside him. Before long, a young man came jogging over.
"Uncle Lu!"
Lu Bo gave a slight nod.
"Take this to Zhang Qiang, then report the results to me!"
The young man respectfully accepted the bottle and quickly left.
Jiang Fan was somewhat taken aback.
He had thought this place would be like Lei Zhendong's operation, where they would drag someone over for a test on the spot. He had not expected Lu Bo to simply give the order.
Lu Bo seemed to have seen through Jiang Fan's thoughts.
"Young brother, don't worry. Our underground auction house has a professional appraisal department. We can quickly assess the value of this medicine!"
"If there's no problem with this bottle of medicine, we can arrange the auction soon!"
Jiang Fan nodded.
Before long, the young man returned and handed Lu Bo a sheet of paper.
After reading it, Lu Bo's expression turned solemn.
He waved his hand, and the young man bowed before withdrawing.
"The effects of this medicine are indeed as Lei Zhendong said. They are twice as strong as those of the third-generation products on the market."
He pondered for a moment, seemingly already having everything under control.
"Leave the other bottle here. I'll arrange for someone to handle the auction procedures for you!"
"If everything goes smoothly, we can arrange it in as little as three days!"
After saying that, he added, "However, you need to be mentally prepared. I can't guarantee how high the final auction price of this medicine will be. Although its effects are excellent, they are only twice those of the third-generation products on the market."
"I can only do my best to notify the three major pharmaceutical groups. This medicine is only truly valuable to them!"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly.
To ordinary people, this medicine was worth no more than twice the third-generation products of the three major pharmaceutical groups. One bottle alone was not especially tempting.
However, to the three major pharmaceutical groups, it was worth its weight in gold.
If they could obtain it and develop a new product from their research, they would seize the initiative.
Jiang Fan left the underground auction.
After telling Lei Zhendong about the auction, he plunged straight into the cultivation room.
He still had nine bottles of Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup left, which should be enough for two days of cultivation.
By the time he finished cultivating, the auction would be about to begin.
That way, the money earned from auctioning the medicine could be used to buy more medicinal herbs, ensuring that his cultivation would continue without interruption.
In the cultivation room, Jiang Fan drank bottle after bottle of Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup.
Steam billowed from his body.
When the last bottle of medicine had been completely consumed, Jiang Fan opened his eyes and rose to his feet.
After two days, he felt that his qi and blood had improved tremendously.
He casually threw a punch. The Combat Power Testing Device displayed the number 2,185.
The number on the Qi and Blood Testing Device's screen finally stopped at 16.3.
With qi and blood at 16.3, he could already surpass most of the teachers at Third High School.
He wondered whether this qi and blood value would be enough to challenge the Third Trial.
At that thought, Jiang Fan sat down cross-legged once more.
With a thought, he returned to the space again.
A prompt sounded within the space.
"Successor, would you like to challenge the Third Trial?"
"Challenge!"
Jiang Fan confirmed.
Ever since he had finished challenging Qing Yue, he had been using Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup to cultivate.
By relying on medicine, he had also experienced the joy of cultivation.
His surging qi and blood brought him an immense sense of accomplishment.
However, he still had not tried challenging the Third Trial.
Based on his analysis of the first two trials, the difficulty of each subsequent trial would increase by leaps and bounds.
When he challenged the Second Trial, he had already been close to the mid-stage of a First-level Martial Artist, yet he had still struggled for a long time before barely succeeding.
Therefore, challenging the Third Trial immediately after entering the ranks of a Level Two Martial Artist was practically hopeless!
However, the tremendous increase in his qi and blood this time had given him immense confidence.
Whether he could succeed or not, he would give it a try first!
As Jiang Fan's voice fell, the space shifted.
A figure dressed in ancient official attire appeared in the arena.
He wore a flying-fish robe, its magnificent garments also exuding a chilling air.
The exquisite patterns embroidered with fine, dense stitches radiated majesty and made people tremble at the sight of them.
His sturdy frame stretched the clothes across his upper body so tightly that they seemed filled with boundless explosive power.
A slender Xiuchun saber hung at his waist.
At that moment, his right hand was gripping the hilt of the Xiuchun saber tightly. Jiang Fan's gaze fell on his hand, and he could faintly see a cold glint revealed between the hilt and the sheath.
It was the Imperial Guard!
And he was armed.
This was the first time Jiang Fan had encountered an opponent carrying a weapon. Facing him bare-handed, Jiang Fan could not help but tense up, his eyes locked firmly on every movement the other man made.
Almost in an instant, the Imperial Guard suddenly drove off with both feet and charged over.
At the same time, the hand gripping the Xiuchun saber shot out like lightning.
The Xiuchun saber left its sheath with a clear ringing sound and slashed toward Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan's expression changed. Keeping a close eye on the man's movements, he slid diagonally away.
Once he had steadied himself, he saw the opponent attacking again.
Jiang Fan was just preparing to dodge once more when a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his skull. The world spun, and his mind instantly returned to the cultivation room.
Jiang Fan opened his eyes, his face blank with bewilderment.
He rubbed his still-painful head and remained dazed.
Just now, it seemed that he had not even come into contact with the Imperial Guard. The saber's tip had still been three meters away from him.
Yet when he dodged for the second time, something seemed to pierce his skull, and he lost the ability to move in an instant.
What exactly was that?
Unwilling to accept this, Jiang Fan launched the Second Challenge.
A few seconds later, he returned to the cultivation room again.
This time, he could finally confirm that he had been attacked from the air by something used by the Imperial Guard.
What exactly was it?
If this was how things were, how was he supposed to challenge the trials that came later?
Jiang Fan suddenly felt a headache coming on.
Jiang Fan continued researching at Thunder Martial Hall.
He tried challenging it several more times, but still made no progress. In the end, he simply set the matter aside and focused on cultivating.
And so, before he knew it, it was around ten o'clock at night.
He checked the time in the cultivation room, quickly tidied up, and headed back to Aunt's Home.
When he got home, Su Qingwan had already prepared the food.
Ma Ning and the others had already eaten.
"Xiao Fan, why did you come back so late today?"
"I saved some food for you separately. Hurry up and eat!"
Jiang Fan gave a brief explanation, then sat down and shoveled food into his mouth.
Ever since his appetite had increased, he had to eat at least six bowls of rice every time. This time, Su Qingwan had simply left him an entire pot.
After wolfing down his meal, Jiang Fan looked around the room. Seeing no sign of Ma Jiang, he asked, "Where's my uncle-in-law?"
Su Qingwan said with a smile, "He's going back to work with the patrol team tomorrow. I told him to go to bed early tonight and adjust his schedule!"
Jiang Fan frowned when he heard that.
"He's going back to work so soon? Why doesn't he rest at home a little longer?"
Su Qingwan spread her hands.
"I said the same thing, but he can't sit still!"
"Just let him go!"
Jiang Fan thought of the conversation the two of them had had in the living room last time. After hesitating, he nodded.
If Ma Jiang did not go to work, he would probably only grow more anxious at home.
It would be good for him to go out and get some air!
As for money, the 50,000 Blue Star Coins he had given them last time should not have been spent yet.
After this auction, he would have more income. He would find a suitable excuse to give Su Qingwan some more.
After Jiang Fan finished eating, Su Qingwan went to the kitchen to clear away the dishes.
Jiang Fan was just preparing to return to his room when Ma Ning quietly slipped out of her own room.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Jiang Fan asked in surprise.
Ma Ning went to bed early. Usually, she would have been asleep by this time.
Ma Ning whispered, "I was waiting for you to come back!"
As she spoke, she quietly stuffed a bottle of something into his hand. Jiang Fan opened his palm to look at it and immediately froze on the spot.
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