"Can this magic item make money?"
Zhang Huaping was utterly stunned. Her beautiful face was filled with bewilderment:
"It's so unscrupulous. Mixing defective goods with normal products—can this really sell?"
The Old Steward chuckled and gestured for Zhang Huaping to sit down. "Selling it this way actually lets us sell more."
Seeing her utter confusion, the old man smiled. "First, do you think there's any difference between a defective magic item and a normal one?"
Zhang Huaping said, "Of course there is. One spell versus three spells—that's a full threefold difference. In battle, that can cost you your life."
She faltered at that and muttered, "Though perhaps not necessarily."
"Exactly. With this magic item, there may not be any difference!"
The Old Steward toyed with the exquisitely crafted box, liking it more the longer he looked:
"This magic item is unusually special. Berserk mode—whether it's a defective item or an ordinary one—is used only once by cultivators. The side effects are too severe, and no one can enter berserk mode twice in one day. So in terms of effectiveness, there's no difference."
Zhang Huaping understood as well.
So the blind box seemed foolish, but in reality, no one would make a fuss over getting a defective item because of it.
One was enough. Any extra uses were merely icing on the cake.
It didn't touch the magic item's fundamental attributes, or the cultivators' bottom line.
"What a pity. This blind-box sales method is incredibly unique, but only this weapon can use it. We can't imitate them."
The Old Steward sighed over how the other party's blind box had broken from conventional thinking and said:
"Unless we find another mass-produced magic item where using it once is no different from using it three times, no cultivator will stake their hard-earned savings—saved