Shen Zhaozhao looked at the cultivators frantically grabbing the pills and smiled, "Commander, aren't you curious why I didn't make it to the finals myself?"
The system screen is flashing: [Yes, why?]
Shen Zhaozhao stretched out a finger and pointed in the air: "The Foundation Establishment and Realm Breakthrough Pills in Yunqi City are rare, but do you think they're worth at most?"
“300 high-grade spirit stones is the maximum, right? Besides, this thing can be bought at the ‘Yuntai Immortal Market’ held twice a year in Lingzhou.”
"Take another look at these cultivators in front of you."
Her gaze swept over the crowd before her, her eyes like she was looking at a field of thriving leeks: "Which of those who can participate in the Newcomer Competition isn't a promising talent selected by the various sects of the righteous path in Lingzhou? They will at least become the backbone of the future."
"As long as they know that the pills refined by my second senior brother are highly effective and of superior quality, today they might buy Spirit Gathering Pills or try their luck in a lottery, but tomorrow they might willingly hold spirit stones and seek to purchase even higher-grade pills."
Shen Zhaozhao paused, a shrewd smile curving her lips: "Think about it again, who dominates the pill market now?"
"It's Medicine King Valley."
"If I want to break through their grasp and seize market share, I must first let these most promising customers use our 'samples' and experience the difference firsthand."
"The previous mosquito repellent pills had already made them subconsciously believe that my second senior brother's pills were incredibly effective. This time, the more practical Spirit Gathering Pills will only solidify that impression of 'usefulness' even further."
Shen Zhaozhao's eyes gleamed with the light of business warfare: "Once they return, word will spread, and Second Senior Brother will have no trouble getting big orders. Orders will come flying in like snowflakes!"
"I can't even imagine how much profit is involved here!"
"Isn't this more worthwhile than me struggling to make it to the finals, only to lose 200 high-grade spirit stones for a single Breakthrough Pill?"
The system paused for a moment before finally managing to say with difficulty: "Luckily, host, you only love money. If your interests were even slightly unorthodox, this system doesn't even want to imagine the chaos you would have caused in the cultivation world."
Shen Zhaozhao: "...Are you praising me?"
However, just as Shen Zhaozhao was about to argue with the system about her "business plans" a few more times, a figure carrying a strong sense of resentment pushed through the frenzied crowd and came to her.
Yun Wan'er's eyes were filled with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice: "Senior Sister Zhaozhao!"
This shout brought the surrounding frenzied buying atmosphere to a standstill.
"Wan'er knows that you've been holding a grudge against me because of Senior Brother Gu... You've always been my enemy, but I've always tolerated you out of consideration for our past friendship... But this time, you've really gone too far!"
"Just to satisfy your own selfish desires, you're going to ruin my path to success! How can you be so heartless?!"
Shen Zhaozhao's expression instantly changed from casual banter with the system to a blatant look of disgust that said, "Are you crazy?"
She didn't even bother with words, her eyes turning cold—
"Smack!"
A slap even crisper and louder than Liu Qingyi's earlier landed unexpectedly on Yun Wan'er's carefully maintained face, which was now streaked with tears!
The surroundings fell into an instant silence.
Yun Wan'er was completely stunned by the slap. She covered her face, her eyes filled with disbelief and horror—how dare she?! How dare Shen Zhaozhao?! Is it now possible for any lowlife to slap her?! Do they really think Ling Xiao Zhenren is dead?!
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Shen Zhaozhao instantly switched modes, clutching her chest, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking weak and frail as if she had been "attacked," and began to speak in a low, melodious voice, mimicking Yun Wan'er's intricate and convoluted tone.
"You know...you know perfectly well that I've always disliked you, yet you still deliberately come up to me and get in my way..."
"You're ruining my enjoyment today just because of your own selfish desires!"
"Aren't you going too far?!"
Yun Wan'er: "???"
Just as Yun Wan'er was completely bewildered by this "tea ceremony counterattack," her mind buzzing and utterly at a loss for words, the disciples of Tianyan Sect who had just been hesitating about whether to buy pills suddenly rushed over as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
They hurriedly shielded Yun Wan'er, glaring angrily at Shen Zhaozhao with eyes so fierce they looked like they wanted to devour her.
"Shen Zhaozhao! You've gone too far!"
"How dare you humiliate Junior Sister Wan'er in public like this! Do you really think my Tianyan Sect has no one to rely on?!"
One of the male disciples, with his neck stiffened and a fierce but weak expression, threatened, "If you treat Junior Sister Wan'er like this, don't even think about making us buy your Spirit Gathering Pills!"
Shen Zhaozhao lowered her hand from her chest, rolled her eyes, and chuckled, looking at a group of idiots with a disdainful gaze: "What a coincidence, isn't it?"
"I never intended to sell it to you."
Her gaze swept over the group of Tianyan Sect disciples, filled with undisguised contempt: "You treat the death of your fellow disciples so lightly, using their corpses as stepping stones and even feeling smug about it. Do you really think you're anything special? You think you're worthy of using the pills refined by my second senior brother?"
Yun Wan'er was stung by Shen Zhaozhao's blunt words, her face burning with pain and her heart filled with shame and indignation.
She abruptly shoved aside her fellow disciples who were blocking her way, then adopted that "fearless and righteous" demeanor again. She took a deep breath and was about to launch into another attempt to whitewash herself with the same old lines: "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand," and "Senior Brother Lin rests in peace."
"Shut up."
Shen Zhaozhao glanced at her with a look of disdain, as if she were looking at the mud at her feet: "Of course you can continue to shout that Lin Feng was willing to die for you, that it was his 'last wish' to die for you."
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