"Good! You young people are quick-witted."
Sun Hongbo slammed his hand on the table and stood up, excitedly pacing back and forth. "Soaking tiger bone and bull penis is nothing. This is a celestial elixir. At least you should soak a dragon penis and dragon bone to make it impressive!"
"Let's make a large glass jar and display it prominently so that everyone can see the genuine ingredients of our Nourishing and Health-Preserving Wine."
"With this kind of pomp and circumstance, selling a cup at a loss for a thousand or eight hundred taels is quite reasonable, isn't it?"
Yes, yes, yes, the price was a loss of one thousand taels, but we made a profit of nine hundred or one hundred taels with tears in our eyes.
Damn it! You guys are the ones who are truly heartless!
Bai Cang originally intended to suggest a cup of medicinal wine and sell it for a hundred or eighty taels, but unexpectedly, "Old Sun" immediately doubled the price.
Moreover, Bai Cang had only just begun when the other party had already devised a series of "marketing plans," which shows that they were a ruthless old man.
Thinking of this, Bai Cang quickly bowed and said, "Master's insight is profound; this disciple is far inferior to you!"
"You stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."
Sun Hongbo became more and more excited as he thought about it, and immediately slipped away and went into the inner room.
He came out again shortly afterward, this time with a gourd in his hand.
"Good boy, here's your reward!"
Bai Cang took it and saw that it contained a brightly colored liquid, which, when shaken slightly, was as viscous as amber.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master!" Bai Cang was both pleased and worried, and immediately said, "This disciple will take his leave."
"Wait a minute!"
Sun Hongbo stopped Bai Cang, who was about to flee, and said with a half-smile, "This is a 30-year-old wine that I have treasured, and I have also added a rare Peiyuan Pill. Don't you want to try it?"
Damn it! Still want to try?
Are you really not afraid that I'll explode on the spot and unleash my beastly nature?
Bai Cang, with a bitter face, could only take a small sip. Immediately, his eyes lit up. "It's smooth on the palate, goes down the throat, and the heat rises from the lower abdomen, reaching the lungs and internal organs. The medicinal properties are mellow, and it even has a subtle effect of purifying qi and blood. It's simply amazing!"
If you want to drink this good wine, shouldn't you ask your son to buy it for you?
However, Sun Hongbo was clearly unaware that Bai Cang was subtly cursing him as a "good-for-nothing."
Hearing this, he said with a hint of pride, "This is a thirty-year-old Daughter's Red wine, soaked with many highly nourishing herbs, and also infused with my treasured Peiyuan Pill. Others would love to drink it but can't."
"If this little gourd were sold to the public, even asking for 10,000 taels would be considered a bargain."
"If it weren't for the fact that I find you pleasing to the eye, hmph..."
Bai Cang quickly feigned delight, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. I am deeply grateful."
"Go take a break! Go take a break!"
Sun Hongbo waved his hand impatiently, "When you get back, remember to circulate your internal energy to refine the medicinal power. Don't reward yourself, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted, and you may even damage your vital energy."
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He simply bowed and then hurriedly squeezed his legs together, running out of the medicine hall in an awkward posture, heading straight for the hermitage.
Three hours later.
Bai Cang slowly finished his practice and stood up. The gourd of medicinal wine had been completely drunk.
"As expected of a highly nourishing tonic soup named after 'Dan', it is indeed extraordinary."
Bai Cang's face was full of joy, but also somewhat unsatisfied. "Just one small Qi-cultivating pill, plus a gourd of flavored medicinal wine, is equivalent to two and a half years of my hard cultivation."
That's right! At this moment, Bai Cang has already opened up four meridians: the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang, the Bladder Meridian of Foot-Taiyang, the Kidney Meridian of Foot-Shaoyin, and the Stomach Meridian of Foot-Yangming. Even the fifth meridian, the Spleen Meridian of Foot-Taiyin, has been half opened up. He has successively opened up acupoints such as Yinbai, Dadu, Taibai, Gongsun, Shangqiu, Sanyinjiao, Lougu, Diji, Xuehai, and Yinlingquan.
This one "opportunity" allowed him to accumulate a full 120 strands of true energy. Combined with the original 45 strands, his total true energy now reaches a staggering 165 strands.
He has already completed nearly half of the cultivation of the Twelve Classics, and can barely be considered a "mid-stage second-rate master".
As for why he only broke through the "foot meridians," it's naturally because "Master Bai" was afraid of dying and thought that breaking through the foot meridians first might allow him to run faster in case of danger.
However, the result seemed to have no effect whatsoever; on the contrary, his physique and strength showed a visible increase.
At this moment, right now.
Bai Cang's muscular physique was already beginning to take shape.
However, his streamlined body does not appear bulky, presenting a "broad back and narrow waist" figure, a typical example of "looking slim in clothes but muscular when undressed".
His strength increased dramatically, and he could swing his arms with the force of 800 jin (400 kg).
Even the gilded bronze vajra, which once felt somewhat heavy, now feels a bit light and lacking in power.
Of course, Bai Cang also understood that this was an illusion caused by a sudden surge in strength.
At least until he was promoted to a first-class master, the gilded bronze vajra was his most handy weapon.
"It wasn't a gamble that wasn't in vain! It really was a gamble that turned a bicycle into a motorcycle!"
Bai Cang pondered to himself, silently taking stock of his gains this time.
The biggest gain, of course, was the cultivation level of "half-step second-rate mid-stage".
Only strength and fists will never let me down!
Secondly, they managed to latch onto the coattails of "Pharmacist Sun" and somehow managed to get the title of "teacher."
Whether he admits it or not, Bai Cang has admitted it, and that's how he can make it public.
After all, in this world, being good at fighting isn't enough; you also need connections, influence, and the bigger the backer, the better.
Within the Three Yin Temple, the innate expert Sun Yaoshi, who presided over the medicine hall, was undoubtedly one of the biggest backers.
What "Father Zhang"? He's not even worthy of a mention, not even "Master Sun." He's not even worth a sliver of his talent. You'd better not get involved.
A true man lives between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long?
Finally, Bai Cang realized that he had been trapped in a misconception all along.
That is: since "food of quality" can make one immune to all poisons and refine all medicinal power, why insist on finished pills?
Others take finished pills only because they lack the skill (they haven't died yet). They need to use methods like monarch, minister, assistant, and guide to balance the medicinal properties in order to facilitate absorption and eliminate harm while maximizing benefits.
But they didn't die, while Bai Cang did!
Why not just eat the medicinal herbs raw?
In particular, medicinal herbs such as ginseng, which are highly nourishing tonics for qi and blood, may even be more effective for Bai Cang than finished pills.
It's not that we can't afford pills, but that raw medicinal herbs are more cost-effective.
Moreover, the limited channels for purchasing elixirs make it easier for others to notice and expose the scheme.
If it were medicinal herbs, his "elixirs" would be everywhere in the entire Guobei County.
"So here's the question: where do we get the money to buy the medicinal herbs?"
But after all that, he ended up back where he started: he had no money!
Even a hero can be brought down by a single penny! Why is making money so difficult?
Meanwhile, in the dormitory steward's room.
Chen Xunzhao was plotting how to trip up Bai Cang and make things difficult for him.
Suddenly, a Taoist priest hurried in and whispered a few words in his ear.
Is this really true?
Chen Xunzhao was suddenly startled and asked in disbelief.
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