"In a while, I'll leave Windrise Stronghold and make a trip to Desolate Suppression City."
Chen Shi'an's gaze swept slowly over Pi Hou, Du Gang, and the other two.
Confusion appeared on Pi Hou's face. "Boss, what are you going to Desolate Suppression City for?"
Chen Shi'an replied, "If we want to grow strong as quickly as possible, the most important cultivation supply is Marrow-Washing Pills.
"Only with enough Marrow-Washing Pills can we produce large numbers of martial artists.
"But all the Marrow-Washing Pills in Windrise Stronghold come through the Four Seas Trading Company.
"The supply is unstable, and the prices are high.
"I'm going to Desolate Suppression City to solve that problem."
Du Gang blinked. "Boss, are you planning to go to Desolate Suppression City and buy Marrow-Washing Pills yourself?"
Pi Hou rolled his eyes. "Can you use your brain before you speak? Can having the boss haul goods back and forth between Desolate Suppression City and Windrise Stronghold all by himself solve the long-term supply problem?
"Even if it could, what do you take the boss for, a laborer running errands?"
Du Gang scratched his head. "Then what else can we do?"
Zhu Neng thought for a moment. "Boss, do you have your eye on the Alchemists in Desolate Suppression City?"
The corners of Chen Shi'an's mouth lifted high. "Exactly. We have the spirit herbs and spirit medicines needed to refine Marrow-Washing Pills here in the Desolate Ruins, and in greater abundance than in Desolate Suppression City.
"But we have no Alchemists and no techniques, so instead, we have to buy them from Desolate Suppression City at high prices.
"If we solve the Alchemist problem, Windrise Stronghold's strength will rise like a boat on a swelling tide, climbing higher and higher."
At that moment, Chen Shi'an finally understood