In just a few days, the sect's shortage of pills will be resolved.
Faced with being ignored and even ridiculed, the chubby boy simply smiled and remained silent.
That same night, nine more people effortlessly broke through the reinforced sect formation and stormed into the sect, beginning... a brutal beating.
Those who were sent by the sect to purchase spiritual herbs in other regions after dawn were all found unconscious and left in front of the sect.
The price of the healing pills sold by the chubby boy increased twentyfold.
But still, no one came to buy.
That evening, the nine people came again.
And this time they didn't even bother to cover their faces; they were asking questions while beating the girl.
Are you going to buy it or not?
Are you going to buy it or not, you fucking?
This has already made it clear, because these nine people are the guys standing behind the chubby boy.
If you don't buy it, they'll probably come and beat you up every night, and each time it'll be worse than the last.
As soon as it was light, a man with a bruised and swollen face came running over and bought the pills for twenty times the price.
Those who bought the pills were given a wooden plaque by the chubby boy.
The wooden sign is engraved with three characters: Good Citizen Certificate.
Those who arrived later discovered that the price of the pills had increased thirtyfold.
By the afternoon, the price had increased fortyfold.
As darkness fell and the nine people were itching to try their luck, a long queue formed in front of the chubby boy's stall.
The line was even longer than the lines that had formed when people came to sell pills before.
Looking at the long queue of people holding handfuls of spirit crystals to buy pills.
The chubby boy fiddled with the abacus in his hand and grinned.
"Your Highness is right."
"This person is just despicable."
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