Batch after batch of pills emerged from the furnace. Lin Fan carefully stored the steady stream of high-grade pills in porcelain bottles, intending to sell them all in Commandery City once he had amassed enough.
Commandery City drew vast crowds and gathered martial artists from everywhere. There was a broad market for pills, and prices were much higher than in a small town. Besides, few people in a small town needed higher-grade pills.
Once he had helped Su Yuanshan reach the Bright Force Realm, he could take his wife, child, and younger sister to Commandery City. There, he would first rent a secluded courtyard as a place to cultivate in seclusion and refine pills for sale.
Pill trading would bring in a steady stream of silver to support the enormous cost of his cultivation. As for robbing the treasuries of other martial factions, Lin Fan instinctively wanted no part of it. The risks were considerable, too. In the Zhao Kingdom, robbing another martial faction without cause was a serious crime.
Their earlier clashes were different. Those counted as fights between martial factions, and the authorities generally remained neutral.
At that thought, Lin Fan looked at the rows of porcelain pill bottles gradually filling the shelves of the pill room. Resolve shone in his eyes.
Commandery City was his next destination. He only needed to stockpile more pills and make a few other preparations before setting out.
The evening breeze stirred the treetops in the courtyard. Faint babbling came from the cradle in the bedroom. Seated cross-legged in the pill room, Lin Fan slowly worked through every matter in his mind, considering each one carefully.
While Lin Fan devoted himself to cultivating, improving his strength, and honing his Alchemy, a deeply secretive and ruthless scheme of conquest was quietly taking shape