"Then why did you stop growing them, Mister Dugu?"
Xue Ye asked in confusion.
"Do you think I wanted to?"
Dugu Bo said irritably, "Things aren't what they used to be. Times have changed."
"Was there a natural disaster? Were all the medicinal herbs destroyed?"
"No. It was a man-made disaster."
Dugu Bo spoke with heartache.
"A man-made disaster..."
The entire bedchamber fell silent at once.
Even Xue Ye said nothing more.
Anyone capable of wreaking havoc on the Poison Douluo was certainly no ordinary person. The less he knew about this matter, the better.
"Mister Dugu, how long will five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins' worth of medicinal herbs keep me going?"
Xue Ye asked again.
Dugu Bo thought for a moment and said, "Seven days, I suppose."
"Only seven short days?"
At those words, Xue Ye's voice rose involuntarily.
Didn't that mean he would have to spend a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins a day?
How many commoners' taxes would it take to gather a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in the Heaven Dou Empire...?
A hundred thousand a day meant at least three million a month, bringing his annual treatment expenses to thirty or forty million...
"At least thirty or forty million Gold Soul Coins a year. Isn't that price a little too steep...?"
Just thinking about it made Xue Ye's breathing grow heavy. He had never imagined staying alive would cost so much.
"If only thirty or forty million Gold Soul Coins could keep you alive."
Just then, Dugu Bo shook his head, shattering Xue Ye's illusion.
"Are you saying even thirty or forty million Gold Soul Coins won't be enough?"
Xue Ye asked in shock.
"Of course not."
Dugu Bo said, "After seven days, your body will develop a resistance to the medicine. The next