The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, bright sunlight streamed into the room.
Master Pagoda lay sprawled on the floor, his eyes vacant and his face utterly drained.
He had refined pills for an entire night!
An entire night!
"The master is inhuman!"
Master Pagoda felt like crying. He wanted to slap himself twice. If he had known, he never would have said he could refine pills.
Now he was totally screwed.
Beside Master Pagoda, Jun Wangyou happily gathered up the pills.
Over the course of the night, Master Pagoda had refined more than two thousand Qi Refining Pills.
Each one could sell for forty-five spirit stones.
If they all sold, that would be ninety thousand spirit stones.
If this continued every day, would he still have to worry about cultivation resources?
When he turned to look at Master Pagoda, Jun Wangyou's smile immediately vanished.
He also felt somewhat guilty toward Master Pagoda and could not help saying,
"Tata, is there anything you want? I'll go buy it for you."
"Don't worry. This level of intense pill refinement is only for today. It won't be like this in the future."
"Are you serious?"
Master Pagoda climbed up, rolled his eyes at Jun Wangyou, then looked at him with deep suspicion.
"Of course."
Jun Wangyou nodded, then grinned mischievously.
"Actually, if you don't want to refine pills, that's fine too. As long as you can teach the other artifact spirits, you won't have to do it yourself."
With that said, Jun Wangyou had already packed up all the pills.
As he reached the door, Jun Wangyou turned back and asked again,
"Tata, is there really nothing you want?"
Hearing this, Master Pagoda shook his head and sighed.
"Not for now. Even if there were, Master, you couldn't afford it."
"Oh, then forget it."
With that, Jun Wangyou hurried away without delay.
"Money, here I come."
After Jun Wangyou left, Master Pagoda lowered his head in thought.
He seriously considered whether it was feasible to teach other artifact spirits how to refine pills.
Artifact spirits also had ranks. Not every artifact spirit was as intelligent, clever, kind, adorable, generous, and handsome as he was.
The vast majority of artifact spirits were rigid and could only carry out a single command. In common terms, they were idiots.
You wanted to teach an artifact spirit like that to refine pills?
What a joke.
"Forget it. I should still give it a try. There must be some that can learn!"
Master Pagoda sighed and raised his head, beginning to doubt his very existence as an artifact spirit.
In the past, with his status, which of his masters had not treated him with utmost courtesy? They had all carefully coaxed and pampered him.
But now...
"Ah, fate."
Duobao Market.
Jun Wangyou returned here once more.
It was still that familiar corner and that familiar little stall.
He spread out a piece of cloth and placed two hundred bottles of pills atop it.
Once everything was ready, Jun Wangyou began shouting,
"Selling pills! Top-grade Qi Refining Pills, forty-five spirit stones each! Selling at a loss, direct from the producer! You won't lose out, and you won't be fooled..."
Jun Wangyou's voice was loud and clear, quickly drawing the attention of many people.
Quite a few of them were repeat customers from last time.
"Hey, it's Daoist Duobao."
Someone recognized Jun Wangyou, their eyes lighting up as they immediately stepped forward.
"Hurry, hurry, Daoist Duobao is back! If we're too slow, we won't get any!"
"Daoist Duobao, save fifty bottles for me! I'll go home and get money from my wife right away."
In almost an instant, Jun Wangyou's stall was surrounded once more.
This time, no one questioned whether Jun Wangyou's pills were real.
They all eagerly pulled out spirit stones to buy them.
Jun Wangyou immediately beamed with delight. As he collected money and handed over pills, he said,
"Forty-five spirit stones each. Small business, no credit. Limited quantity, first come, first served."
While Jun Wangyou's pills were selling like hotcakes.
Inside Baodan Pavilion across the street, Nalan Fenghua's brows had already knitted deeply together.
"That brat actually came again. Even if he wants to squander money, he shouldn't do it like this. Damn it!"
Nalan Fenghua tightly gripped the teacup in her hand, gritting her teeth.
If Jun Wangyou had sold at the market price, she would not have been so upset.
But Jun Wangyou's price was five spirit stones lower than the market price.
Wasn't that clearly disrupting the market?
A small quantity would be manageable, but if the quantity grew too large.
Who would come to Baodan Pavilion to buy pills in the future?
Unless they lowered their prices as well.
But then their profits would inevitably suffer.
"Damn brat! Don't let me find out who you are, or else... No, this cannot continue. Who can guarantee that he won't come again next time?"
Nalan Fenghua's eyes flickered. She decided to personally make a move and meet Jun Wangyou.
Meanwhile, the two thousand pills Jun Wangyou had brought were quickly sold out.
The name Daoist Duobao gradually became known throughout the market.
With ninety thousand spirit stones in hand, Jun Wangyou was all smiles as he happily counted them.
After subtracting the five thousand spirit stones spent on materials, he had made a net profit of eighty-five thousand.
"Having free labor really is great. No wonder those heartless bosses in my previous life loved exploiting their employees."
Jun Wangyou muttered to himself, then packed up his things and prepared to leave.
Just then, a sweet and melodious voice, like an oriole's song, called out to him.
"Junior Brother, could we talk?"
Jun Wangyou turned toward the voice.
He saw a beautiful woman standing behind him, dressed in a red gauze skirt, with a voluptuous figure and an alluring face.
"Senior Sister, you came too late. The pills are sold out. Come back next time."
Jun Wangyou raised an eyebrow, assuming that she had come to buy pills. After giving her a perfunctory reply, he turned to leave.
At the sight of this, Nalan Fenghua was instantly enraged. She stamped her beautiful leg, revealing a large expanse of snowy-white skin, and said furiously,
"Junior Brother, I did not come to buy pills from you."
"I came to talk to you about the price you're selling them for."
"Do you know that your price has already disrupted the market?"
"The market? What market?"
Jun Wangyou turned back, his gaze provocative. By now, how could he not know why she had come?
"The pill market, of course. Your price is too low, far below the market rate. As long as you come here to sell pills, none of ours can be sold. Don't you think that's immoral?"
Nalan Fenghua frowned as she spoke with righteous indignation.
"The market? Morality? Heh, what the hell does that have to do with me? I'll sell them this cheap if I want. What, are you going to bite me?"
Jun Wangyou was utterly disdainful.
He had bought the materials himself, and he had refined the pills himself. How many spirit stones he sold them for was entirely up to him.
As long as the price was higher than the cost of materials, he made a profit no matter what.
And this woman actually wanted to use morality to pressure him? Spare him.
"You... do you know who you're talking to?!"
Nalan Fenghua was burning with rage as the pressure of the Golden Core Realm began to spread.
Yet Jun Wangyou acted as though he felt nothing at all and continued,
"Who you are has nothing to do with me. If you don't like my price, then sell yours for less than mine.
"After all, even if you sell them cheaper, you still make a profit, don't you?"
A cold smile curled across Jun Wangyou's lips before he turned and left.
This time, Nalan Fenghua did not stop him. She merely watched Jun Wangyou coldly before turning away as well.
Not long after Jun Wangyou left.
Every merchant in Duobao Market who sold pills received an order.
The next time Daoist Duobao came to sell pills.
All merchants had to lower their prices at the same time, and their prices had to be lower than Daoist Duobao's.
Nalan Fenghua had decided to wage a price war and force Jun Wangyou away.
Naturally, Jun Wangyou knew nothing about this.
He was currently making his way back to Lingtian Peak in high spirits.
But just as he returned to Lingtian Peak, a thunderous voice rang out from the foot of the mountain.
"Chen Tian, together with my younger brother Chen Xiaotian, has come to apologize to Core Disciple Jun Wangyou. I hope Core Disciple Jun will grant us an audience."
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