Xu Yuan secretly said that he really couldn't refuse this temptation.

"Okay, deal."

Xu Yuan nodded and said.

"I wonder what you call me?"

Zuotang said.

"Zeng Aniu."

Xu Yuan said calmly.

"Brother Zeng, I don't know how many boiling blood pills you still have in your stall now. Wrap them all up for me."

Zuotang said slowly.

"There are fifty-eight more."

Xu Yuan glanced at the remaining porcelain bottles on the stall and said.

"Okay, this is nineteen thousand one hundred and forty taels. Brother Zeng, keep it. I will take these boiling blood pills."

Zuotang didn't do any ink, and just asked the man in black who was following him to take out a thick stack of silver notes and handed it to Xu Yuan.

"Yeah."

Xu Yuan nodded and took the stack of banknotes and counted them. They were indeed correct.

"Brother Zeng, let's see you next time when the ghost market opens. Brother Zeng is welcome to bring more boiling blood pills. We will charge you as much as you can. The price is still three hundred and thirty taels a piece."

Zuotang said with a smile, and then pointed Xu Yuan to a bungalow located deep in the ghost market, saying that the future trading location would be there.

"Okay."

Xu Yuan nodded slightly, and then left the ghost market.

All seventy-five Boiling Blood Pills were sold this time, and they were sold very quickly, saving a lot of time. A total of 23,880 taels of silver were received, which is undoubtedly an extremely huge amount.

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"It's just money. When we go back, we will buy more medicinal materials and refine some more Boiling Blood Pills!"

Xu Yuan was extremely happy to have made so much money during this trip to the ghost market, but he knew that although more than 23,000 taels seemed like a lot, it would probably only last more than half a year if it was given to him.

Time, so he still needs to refine more Boiling Blood Pills to earn more money!

The next day, Xu Yuan went to the Baicao Chamber of Commerce again. This time he directly bought forty-five copies of the Boiling Blood Pill medicinal materials, spending 22,500 taels!

Forty-five portions of medicinal materials, which means refining three portions and three furnaces of boiling blood pills every day!

Xu Yuan feels that from now on, he should only use this amount at most, because this is already his limit. It will take at least six or seven hours to refine three furnaces of boiling blood pills every day.

Of course, this is completely enough. Forty-five medicinal materials can be used to refine at least more than a hundred Boiling Blood Pills. If they are all sold, they can be exchanged for a large amount of silver. It is completely enough for Xu Yuan to use it by himself.
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Xu Yuan's life has become extremely busy now. There are twelve hours a day, six or seven of which are used for refining alchemy, and the rest of the time is spent practicing. Xu Yuan is undoubtedly very busy. In desperation, he can only

The sleeping time was shortened to two or three hours, and I worked hard to the extreme.

Xu Yuan is either sweating profusely in the alchemy room or in the yard every day. Although the days are tiring, they are very fulfilling. Xu Yuan also enjoys it. Such a life can not only make progress, but also make a lot of money.

Making money, why not do it?

In the blink of an eye, it’s half a month later.

Xu Yuan completed the refining of all forty-five medicinal materials, resulting in a total of one hundred and eighty pills!

As usual, fifteen of them were eaten by Xu Yuan within half a month, which means there are only one hundred and sixty-five left!

In the evening, Xu Yuan took the 165 Boiling Blood Pills to the ghost market.

This time Xu Yuan did not set up a stall, but went straight to a bungalow deep in the ghost market.

This bungalow was the trading place Zuotang mentioned last time. After Xu Yuan came in, he found three figures sitting in front of the wooden table. One of them was very familiar, and it was Zuotang.

Zuotang has never worn a mask or covered his face since the last time they met, probably because of the Iron Sword Gate behind him. The Iron Sword Gate is well-known in this area, and no one dares to provoke it, including in this ghost city.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Zuotang felt there was no need to hide his face.

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"Brother Zeng, you are here. Sit down quickly."

Seeing Xu Yuan's arrival, Zuotang immediately stood up and entertained him warmly.

Xu Yuan nodded, sat across from Zuotang, and then without saying much, he took out the big cloth bag on his back, which contained porcelain bottles one after another, and said: "This is a hundred

Sixty-five Boiling Blood Pills."

"One hundred and sixty-five? I didn't expect that Brother Zeng's alchemy skills were so great. He could actually refine so many boiling blood pills in half a month." After Zuo Tang saw this, he couldn't help but admire.<

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Then Zuotang looked at Xu Yuan and continued: "Brother Zeng, actually the purpose of my coming today is not to buy the Boiling Blood Pill."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's face slowly became heavy. He looked at Zuotang and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zuo, what do you mean? Have you changed your mind?"

In fact, it doesn't matter whether Xu Yuan changes his mind or not. Zuotang doesn't want the 165 boiling blood pills he refined, and many people want them if he sells them in the ghost market outside. It's just to make less money.

"It was my negligence, Brother Zeng. To be honest, our sect leader has a son who is very interested in alchemy. He was sent to the alchemy school in Zhoucheng two years ago to study alchemy. I originally thought it would take a few years for him to come back.

But I didn’t expect that a few days after I bought the Boiling Blood Pill from Brother Zeng last time, our sect leader’s son had already returned from his studies, and he had also entered the first level as an alchemist! In other words,

He can already contribute to our Iron Sword Sect and become our Iron Sword Sect's specialized alchemist. In the future, he will no longer need to go out and buy alchemy." Zuotang said slowly, "But the only flaw is that our sect leader's

My son has not yet mastered the recipe for the Boiling Blood Pill, and I thought this would definitely not work. Although our Iron Sword Sect’s Brave Realm and Grandmaster Realm are limited, this is the core combat strength after all, and the provision of the Boiling Blood Pill is indispensable.

Now that our Iron Sword Sect already has an alchemist, for future convenience, we must have this alchemist master the blood boiling elixir!"

"After hearing this, the sect owner also felt that this was indeed the case. Then I told him what happened between me and Brother Zeng. After some discussion, the sect owner asked me to take advantage of this ghost market to meet you and see if I can pay a high price.

I bought the blood boiling elixir prescription from you, Brother Zeng, and gave it to his son to master when he returns."

Zuotang continued.

"What price can Danfang offer?"

Xu Yuan asked, first asking about the price.

"Two hundred thousand taels, I've brought all the money." As he said that, Zuotang took out a thick stack of banknotes and put them on the table, and then continued: "Brother Zeng, don't look at the fact that these two hundred thousand taels are not much.

, but actually for you, this is money earned in vain. After all, you don’t have any actual loss by giving us the prescription, right?”

Hearing this, Xu Yuan couldn't help but sneered in his heart, "Two hundred thousand taels? Isn't this insulting?

Based on the current speed at which Xu Yuan can refine 165 boiling blood pills in half a month, he can earn 200,000 taels in two months!

Although on the surface it seems that Xu Yuan made the two hundred thousand taels in vain by giving the elixir recipe to Zuotang and there was no actual loss, is this really the case?

Once the elixir recipe is controlled by the son of the leader of their Iron Sword Sect, will the Iron Sword Sect only let that son refine the Blood Boiling Pill for the people of the sect to use, instead of refining more and selling them for money?
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Obviously impossible, mastering the elixir recipe is equivalent to mastering an endless way to make money!

And if Iron Sword Gate chooses to sell Boiling Blood Pills, this Black Wind Mountain Ghost Market will definitely be their first choice! After all, it is very close!

And once the Iron Sword Sect expands the sale of Boiling Blood Pills to the ghost market, it will be a huge competitor for Xu Yuan. At the same time, the Iron Sword Sect's ambition and appetite must be great, and they will definitely want to monopolize the entire ghost market.

The business of Boiling Blood Pill!

With the influence and strength of Iron Sword Sect, as long as they operate a little bit, it is easy to monopolize. If Xu Yuan continues to sell Boiling Blood Pills in this ghost market, the business will definitely be greatly reduced or even plummet!

Isn’t this a loss? The most important thing is that Xu Yuan feels that something is wrong!

"Of course, it doesn't matter if Brother Zeng doesn't want to sell it. We will still buy the boiling blood pills you brought us at the agreed price. As for the pills, our Iron Sword Sect will purchase them through other methods, but once we find them

If so, then the cooperation with Brother Zeng will have to be terminated. I hope Brother Zeng can understand."

Zuotang looked at Xu Yuan and said.

When Xu Yuan heard this, he also fell into deep thought. After a moment, he pushed the big cloth bag containing one hundred and sixty-five boiling blood pills to the left hall and said: "Let's trade."

Seeing this scene, a cold light flashed across the depths of Zuo Tang's eyes, and then he counted 54,450 taels of money to buy the Boiling Blood Pill from the 200,000 silver notes in his hand and pushed it to Xu.

Yuan, at the same time with a faint smile on his lips, he said to Xu Yuan: "Brother Zeng, happy cooperation."

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