A gleam flashed through Lin Yang's eyes. Sidestepping the main issue, he said lightly, "I only happened to make two potions by chance. Just don't laugh at me, Uncle Ning."
"Laugh at you?"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his expression turning serious. "Yang, just ask around outside and you'll know. These two potions have already become standard equipment for every Soul Master."
"Habit is a frightening thing. Once everyone gets used to the convenience potions bring, I think you know better than anyone just how staggering the profits involved will be."
He more than knew.
By now, Lin Yang felt as though he could squander Gold Soul Coins however he liked and never spend them all.
And that was his profit after splitting it three ways.
Lin Yang understood the subtext of Ning Fengzhi's words.
Even the vast holdings of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, attracted covetous eyes, let alone the potion business with its even more staggering profits.
No one dared make a move now because Poison Douluo was protecting him.
But when someone or some faction more powerful than Poison Douluo stepped in, Lin Yang would have to make a choice.
Either hand over the potion formulas and join that faction;
or die!
Although Ning Fengzhi had not named that powerful faction, both of them knew perfectly well.
It was Spirit Hall, looming over the heads of all Soul Masters.
On the surface, Ning Fengzhi was analyzing the benefits for Lin Yang, but he was also quietly steering him into a carefully woven web of words.
Poison Douluo was not strong, but their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two Titled Douluos, Sword and Bone.
The Ye Family had apothecaries across the continent, but their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also