125: The booming market for elixirs
Sure enough, as time passed, everyone noticed Chen Changsheng's Medicinal Pill stall.
"Are your Medicinal Pills authentic?"
Many people surrounded Chen Changsheng's Medicinal Pill stall, and one Cultivator, unable to hold back, began to inquire with Chen Changsheng.
"Everyone, since I dare to set up a stall here, I naturally guarantee there are no issues with the Medicinal Pills. My name is Chen Changsheng; if you have any problems in the future, you can find me!"
Chen Changsheng said with a smile. He believed in the power of his Medicinal Pills; regardless of whether they were real or fake, they would definitely give them a try.
"How do you sell these Medicinal Pills? What are their effects? We are all seeing these Medicinal Pills for the first time!"
Another Cultivator stepped forward, picked up a bottle of Medicinal Pills, smelled the medicinal fragrance, and then asked urgently.
"As for the Early Stage of Qi Refining, after taking this Medicinal Pill, it can provide fifteen days worth of Cultivation mana. If you are trying to Breakthrough a small Realm Bottleneck, you should be able to use it. My Medicinal Pills are not expensive, 2000 spirit crystals each, purely to break even!"
Chen Changsheng was afraid he had asked for too high a price, so after speaking, he immediately observed everyone's reactions carefully. He did not expect it to immediately explode among the surrounding Cultivators!
"What? This bottle of Medicinal Pills only sells for two thousand spirit crystals? The Cao family clan's Medicinal Pill shop starts at five thousand spirit crystals!"
"You can't say that. Although the Cao family's Medicinal Pills are five thousand spirit crystals, they can increase mana by a month..."
"Even so, this Brother Chen's Medicinal Pills are cheap. If the effect is truly as he says, give me one!"
"Heh, you're only buying one? I want all five of these!"
"Damn it, are you looking for trouble? There are only five Medicinal Pills in total; if you take them all, what are we supposed to buy?"
Seeing that the people around were about to fight, Chen Changsheng quickly intervened and said:
"Everyone, do not be anxious. To be honest, these Medicinal Pills were made by me. I will continue to sell them here once I refine more. Everyone, please do not be impatient!"
After Chen Changsheng finished speaking, the previously heated situation eased. The look in the Cultivators' eyes toward Chen Changsheng changed, carrying a hint of respect.
"So Your Excellency is an Alchemist. I was rude. I am willing to purchase one Medicinal Pill and order ten more. I wonder if Mr. Chen is willing?"
A middle-aged Cultivator bowed to Chen Changsheng and said. Chen Changsheng did not expect that someone would actually place an order, but he could not refuse money delivered to his doorstep.
"No problem. I only take a ten percent deposit. I will be setting up my stall here again in seven days!"
Chen Changsheng agreed immediately, and who would have thought the market behind him would become completely explosive.
"Mr. Chen, I'll buy one too, and pre-order five!"
"I'll buy one, and order twenty!"
In an instant, the five Medicinal Pills were sold out, and the people pre-ordering Medicinal Pills came in an endless stream, leaving Chen Chuanjie stunned.
Chuanjie suddenly recalled what his father said: that being an Alchemist is the most profitable profession. Now it seems that is indeed the case. As expected, ginger is still spicier when it's old!
"Alright, alright, alright! Everyone, do not be anxious, and do not crowd. I will write it all down for everyone!"
Watching the swarm of people looking to pre-order, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but get a headache. He didn't know how long it would take to refine these Medicinal Pills; regardless, seven days would not be enough.
Finally, an hour later, the crowd completely dispersed.
Chen Changsheng looked at the large bundle of spirit crystals in his hand and asked Chuanjie somewhat helplessly:
"How much deposit did we collect?"
Chuanjie took out the account book with an excited face and calculated it with full concentration:
"Dad, we collected ten thousand as a deposit. Once you refine all the Medicinal Pills, we can earn one hundred thousand spirit crystals! This Alchemy makes money way too fast!"
Chen Changsheng looked at Chuanjie's excited expression and scolded him grumpily:
"You only know how to make money; can't you think about your old man? Refining so many Medicinal Pills in one breath will tire me to death!"
Chuanjie scratched the back of his head and chuckled somewhat embarrassedly:
"Heh heh, Dad, you work hard, you work hard. By the way, we haven't bought the Materials for Alchemy yet. How about we go buy a batch!"
Chen Changsheng looked at this son who had his head buried in money, couldn't help but sigh, and scolded grumpily:
"Buy my foot! How many hands do you have? Can we carry all these things? Let's go home first. With so many spirit crystals on us and having been seen by so many people, trouble is inevitable. Let's leave quickly!"
After scolding, Chen Changsheng packed up the stall and left the market with Chen Chuanjie.
The two mounted fast horses and left the Prefecture City without stopping, heading toward Jade Dragon Peak.
However, what happened next was exactly as Chen Changsheng had predicted!
As the two were riding fast, suddenly an arrow shot toward Chen Changsheng. Although Chen Changsheng did not have much experience fighting people, he was an Innate Master and knew how to listen for sounds and identify positions in the Martial Forest.
Chen Changsheng pulled the horse's reins, dodged the arrow, and narrowed his eyes as he looked forward. Chen Chuanjie frowned, flipped off his horse, drew his netherworld sword, and his eyes were filled with forcing Evil Qi.
"Alchemist Chen, we respect your identity as an Alchemist and do not want to hurt you. Since you earn spirit crystals so easily, leave some for us brothers, and we will let you pass. What do you think?"
Three burly men appeared in the mountain forest. The leader held a large hammer, was obese, and had an evil smile on his face toward Chen Changsheng.
"Damn, we really ran into road robbers!"
Chen Changsheng cursed in a low voice and then drew his long saber. However, he estimated that as a new practitioner of Qi Refining, he probably wouldn't be able to contribute much, so this battle would depend on Chuanjie.
Thus, Chen Changsheng asked Chuanjie beside him in a low voice: "Chuanjie, do you have confidence against the three robbers in front?"
Chen Chuanjie's eyes were like swords as he scanned the three people opposite. He lowered his voice and said: "Dad, one is Mid-stage Qi Refining, and two are Early Qi Refining Stage. As long as they don't have any hidden trump cards, I can completely take them out!"
Hearing Chen Chuanjie's words, Chen Changsheng's hanging heart finally relaxed. The people opposite were poor enough to be robbing the road just for the ten thousand spirit crystals he had revealed; what kind of treasure could they possibly have?
"Brothers ahead, I am willing to make friends with you. I will offer one thousand spirit crystals so you don't make this trip for nothing. What do you think?"
Chen Changsheng shouted to the robbers ahead. Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want Chuanjie to fight others. What if the people opposite really had a ruthless person, and they crashed and burned?
"Damn it! Alchemist Chen, are you treating us like beggars? You want to dismiss us with a mere one thousand spirit crystals?"
"Leave all your Medicinal Pills, spirit crystals, and Magical Artifacts, and we will let you go. Otherwise, you will die here today!"
Seeing Chen Changsheng show weakness, the opponents' true faces were immediately exposed. Their appetites were quite large, actually wanting everything.
Chen Changsheng sneered, patted Chuanjie on the shoulder, and shouted to the fat man in front:
"Since you brothers don't want to be reasonable, then try my son's sword. If you win, you get everything; if you lose, then..."
Before Chen Changsheng could finish his sentence, Chen Chuanjie could no longer hold back. With Killing Intent on his face, he drew his sword and charged toward the three, shouting in a low voice:
"If you lose, leave your lives behind!"