There were sounds of applause and praise. Dujuan and the other three girls turned around in shock and saw several old alchemists in long robes walking towards them quickly.
The four girls' mouth corners twisted, their eyes twitched, and they glanced at the old alchemists with disdain.
In their hearts, their current abilities are no less than those of the old guys, so they are too lazy to be as respectful as they were before when facing these old guys - after all, they are not Master Qiao!
Master Qiao nodded to several old alchemists, who quickly walked to the cold pond, bowed solemnly to Master Qiao, and called out "Master Qiao" respectfully.
"You all look so anxious, what's the matter?" Master Qiao narrowed his eyes and glanced at several old alchemists.
"It's a disaster." Several old alchemists laughed bitterly at the same time and said almost in unison. They looked at each other, and one of the most aged alchemists took two steps forward and said to Master Qi: "Hu Xiaotian and the five major families have signed a contract to supply low-grade elixirs in large quantities."
"Large quantities?" Master Qiao snorted coldly. "There are millions of spiritual practitioners in Windless Valley, and the low-grade spiritual pills they need each year are in the hundreds of millions. How many can Han Cuiya... supply?"
"Fifty percent!" The old alchemist's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "The amount that Hu Xiaotian promised is fifty percent of the total amount of various low-grade elixirs consumed in the entire Windless Valley last year!"
Master Qiao's face suddenly turned pale!
Fifty percent of the total amount? Why is it such a huge number? This is enough to be equal to the total amount of low-grade elixirs provided by all the alchemists in the Windless City Alchemist Guild in the past year!
Low-grade elixirs are indispensable for spiritual practitioners to practice, live, fight and adventure, just like rice, vegetables, fruits and meat are indispensable for ordinary people. There are millions of spiritual practitioners in Windless Valley, and the amount of low-grade elixirs consumed every year is an extremely large astronomical figure.
The Alchemist Guild controlled by Master Qiao provides 50% of the low-grade elixirs in the entire market every year. The other 50% of the low-grade elixirs are purchased by the major forces in Windless Canyon from the territories of major forces in the deeper island circles of the Fallen Star Ocean.
The cost of elixirs purchased from overseas is naturally high. Master Qiao and his colleagues can rely on the cost advantage of local alchemy to manipulate the price fluctuations in the elixir market and make huge profits from it.
The premise of all this is that the Windless City Alchemist Guild has a monopoly on the supply of 50% of the low-grade elixirs!
If Chu Tian could really supply the Alchemist Guild with a considerable number of low-grade elixirs, Master Qiao and his companions would no longer be able to dictate the prices of the low-grade elixirs, and they would no longer be able to make excessive and unconventional profits.
"How could it be possible for him?" Master Qiao murmured to himself with a pale face.
With a 'ding-ling-ling' sound, a jade bell rang from Master Qiao's sleeve. He took out a bell made of white jade from his sleeve, put it close to his ear and shook it gently a few times.
Amid the sound of bells, faint voices could be heard.
However, due to the sound of the bell, the old alchemists and the four disciples could not hear clearly whether the voice was male or female, old or young. But everyone saw that Master Qiao's face suddenly became extremely ugly!
"Not only did he sign a supply contract for low-grade elixirs with the five major families, he also... supplied them at 90% off the normal cost price!" Master Qiao's body trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "More than 10,000 menial disciples under his tutelage can actually, actually all refine low-grade elixirs such as the Bigu Pill and the Detoxification Pill!"
With a sneer, Master Qiao gritted his teeth and looked at the old alchemists: "My old friends, three years, that man only took three years to train more than 10,000 low-level alchemists! Haha, haha, haha!"
The bodies of several old alchemists shook, and their faces suddenly turned as pale as Master Qiao's.
Several veteran alchemists are well aware of the difficulty of training an alchemist. Unlike spiritual cultivation, the training of an alchemist requires a huge amount of resources. Only by constantly consuming a large amount of medicinal materials and conducting a large number of alchemy attempts can one master the art of alchemy.
How much financial and material resources would be needed to train more than 10,000 disciples to become alchemists?
It's only been three years!
What would happen if we gave him another three years?
The old alchemist just now asked Master Qiao with a stern look: "90% of the cost price? How dare he do this? How could he do this? Even if it is a low-grade elixir, this price is, is, too... outrageous!"
Master Qiao closed his eyes and began to consider whether the price offered by Chu Tian was possible!
After pondering for a moment, Master Qiao made his calculations. He sneered and said, "Unless all of his more than 10,000 disciples can refine low-grade elixirs with a 30% success rate, otherwise..."
Thirty percent success rate?
The faces of several old alchemists were extremely ugly. They refined their own low-grade elixirs, so naturally there was no possibility of failure. However, among their disciples, those who had invested a lot of effort and carefully trained them in recent years, the highest success rate was only 25%!
Could it be that all of Chu Tian's more than 10,000 disciples can achieve a pill success rate of 30% or even higher?
How is this possible?
"No matter if it's possible or not, the fact that he dared to set such a price means that the five major families are fully capable of reducing the market price of low-grade elixirs by 20%! From now on, there will be no room for us to get involved in the low-grade elixirs in Windless Valley!"
Master Qiao gritted his teeth and whispered with a hint of extremely sinister resentment: "He wants to dig up our roots, cut off our path, destroy our jobs, and kill us all!"
Several old alchemists looked at Master Qiao with bleak expressions.
Master Qiao murmured, "Now it's low-grade elixirs. When his disciples grow up, and those kids can refine mid-range or even high-grade elixirs, or even elixirs of higher levels... Hu Xiaotian's wealth is getting stronger, and he can recruit more and more disciples..."
The bodies of several old alchemists swayed, and their eyes went dark. They seemed to see tens of thousands of alchemy furnaces floating in front of them. Eleven pills spurted out of the furnaces like a tide. The high-temperature elixir spewed out flames and fireworks, completely submerging all of them.
This is an upright army. They will use the magic pills of absolute numerical advantage and price advantage to defeat them and make it impossible for them to recover!
Chu Tian simply disdained to use such despicable means as Master Qiao. In the past three years, Chu Tian did not take any revenge on Master Qiao for his plot three years ago.
What’s the point of that kind of private revenge unless Chu Tian can completely kill Master Qiao?
But such an upright offensive did not require Chu Tian to do any small moves behind the scenes. It was like a mountain pressing down on one's head or a tsunami emptying out, sweeping away all the monsters and demons with endless and magnificent power!
Master Qiao and several old alchemists swayed, and Master Qiao was the first to spit out a mouthful of blood. Then several alchemists also spit out blood, and sat on the ground in embarrassment with weak legs.
"How could he do this!" Master Qiao's face was as grim as a ghost: "He is trying to force us to fight him to the death!"
"My dear friends, either you burst out with one strike and kill this boy."
"Otherwise, we can just wait and watch him devour us, embezzle all our interests, and drive us to death!"