100: Chapter 100 Pills Sell Well, Fame Spreads Far and Wide

The morning light had just crossed the threshold of the Council Hall when the first transport team arrived.

The wheels crunched over the gravel road, creaking loudly. The people from the Wen Family were covered in dust, and when the mineral crates were opened, they kicked up a cloud of powder.

Chen Wuwang did not come out to greet them, only instructing the clan guards to check the items one by one according to the list on the whiteboard. When the results came out, they were stuck on the spot—twenty jin of low-grade spiritual ore had an impurity level exceeding the limit by thirty-seven percent.

"We refined it overnight!" The Wen Family Clan Chief's neck turned red with anxiety. "This is already the limit! If we purify it any further, I'm afraid we won't even be able to cover our costs."

The clan guard shook his head: "The Head of the Chen Family has given orders that the standards will not change. If it is not qualified, we will not exchange it for the Medicinal Pill for now."

The man felt a lump in his throat, his fists clenching and unclenching. Finally, he gritted his teeth: "I will resend it within two days! I will watch the furnace fire myself!"

As the words fell, he turned and hurriedly left with his team.

The second wave was the Liu Clan. As the baskets of Spiritual Plants were laid out, a faint ripple of Spiritual Qi emerged. Although not as uniform as those from the spirit fields, the veins were clear and the moisture content was moderate. The clan guard took a sample for distillation; the values flickered a few times, and the green light turned on.

"Qualified."

Thirty golden-patterned spiral Medicinal Pills were immediately sealed into a jade bottle and handed over.

Clan Head Liu received it with both hands, his fingertips trembling. Among his attendants, a young man immediately pulled the stopper and swallowed the Medicinal Pill, sitting cross-legged. In less than half an incense stick of time, the Spiritual Qi in his body flowed like a stream merging into a river, breaking through the Bottleneck and jumping from the eighth level of Qi Refining to the ninth level Peak!

The surrounding clansmen were in an uproar.

"It really worked? Are the ones refined by the machine this powerful?"

"Look at his Meridians glowing, it's very stable, there's not even a hint of backlash!"

The news spread like the wind, flying out via Jade Slip messages. That afternoon, a message came back from the North Slope: The entire Liu Clan was shaken, and the Council of Elders decided overnight that the next transaction would involve bringing a whole basket of liquid Spiritual Plants to exchange for fifty pills.

The third group was the He Clan. The land deed was handed over, and Chen Wuwang personally inspected it with his spiritual sense—the abandoned workshop was located on the side of the South Hill cliff, the foundation was intact, the remnants of the Formation still existed, and there were no ambushes, curses, or traps.

"Acceptable."

The Medicinal Pills were delivered in full.

The leader of the He Clan was in no hurry to leave.

He stood outside the Council Hall, looking at the young people in the square who were testing the pills and having a Breakthrough, and suddenly spoke: "Head of the Chen Family, I am willing to survey the abandoned workshops in the southern mountain range for you. There are no fewer than thirty registered from a hundred years ago. If they can be rebuilt, I can coordinate the Materials, manpower, and blueprints."

Chen Wuwang glanced at him: "Conditions?"

"For every one that is put back into operation, exchange for ten pills, paid off over three years."

"Deal."

The jade contract was agreed upon instantly.

The transactions with the three families were concluded, and the news exploded.

In just three days, forty-seven small families sent people to negotiate. The transport convoys lined up for ten miles outside the city, the jade talismans vibrated non-stop, and orders flew in like snowflakes.

The clan guards' voices were hoarse from reporting the numbers:

"The Li Clan of East Valley wants to buy forty pills!"

"The Han Family of West Ridge is willing to exchange three old mines for half a year of supply!"

"The Zhao Clan of South Plains brought a copy of their ancestral body-forging technique, asking to exchange for twenty pills for their young child's Foundation Establishment!"

Inside the Council Hall, the words on the whiteboard had changed:

[Total Orders: 47 Families | Pending: 39 Families | Followers: Unknown]

Chen Wuwang sat in the main seat, his fingers tapping on the table in a rhythm of three long and two short, never losing the beat.

He didn't smile, nor was he in a hurry to order an expansion of production.

Instead, he summoned the clan Elder in charge of the handovers and dropped a single sentence: "From today on, every batch of Medicinal Pills must include an instructional Jade Slip."

The inscription on the Jade Slip was simple and direct:

《Instructions for Taking the Medicinal Pill

Limit of one pill per day, sit quietly to refine the medicine.

If taken in excess, Qi will stagnate in the Meridians, and you are responsible for any fainting.

The Chen Family will not save you; the Heavenly Dao is hard to defy.

The clan guards took the order and began mass-copying on the spot.

At the same time, they supervised the representatives of each Family as they read it aloud; violators would be blacklisted and disqualified.

But this was not enough.

Rumors still started.

Someone secretly took two extra pills, and the Spiritual Qi blocked their Danzhong acupoint, causing them to faint on the spot. Upon waking, they shouted: "The Chen Family's pills are poison! Eating too many makes you explode!"

There were also busybodies exaggerating: "Swallowing one pill caused three consecutive Breakthroughs! I saw it with my own eyes!"

After hearing this, Chen Wuwang only said two words: "Record it."

That night, the Clan Chiefs of the Wen, Liu, and He families were invited back to the Council Hall. As the three stood in place, the Resonance Recording Formation was activated.

The image solidified, the sound was projected, and it clearly reached the ears of every waiting team.

"I am the Clan Chief of the Wen Family."

"I am Clan Head Liu."

"I am the leader of the He Clan."

The three spoke in turn, personally describing the process of taking the pills, their cultivation changes, and the details of the acceptance. Finally, they said in unison:

"These pills were not bestowed by the heavens, but obtained in exchange for resources. It is a fair trade, deceiving neither the young nor the old. If there is any falsehood, may the Heavenly Dao punish our hearts."

The recording was sealed, engraved into a thousand transmission Jade Slips, and sent out in all directions.

The wind direction changed.

It was no longer "The Chen Family bestowing Divine Pills," but "Bring things to exchange, and you can become stronger."

The small families even began to compete over who could bring more substantial, faster, and more accurate resources.

Some families took the initiative to dismantle their ancestral houses and brought the spiritual wood beams to exchange for pills; some families organized herb-collecting teams overnight to pick accurately according to the list provided by the Chen Family; even more extremely, some carried half-broken mecha wreckage to the door, saying it was left over from a defeat years ago and they didn't know if it could still be melted down.

Chen Wuwang had people accept it and gifted them five pills in return.

He knew this wasn't gratitude, but a signal—these people had already begun to think about how to turn themselves into a "useful link."

He stood before the whiteboard, staring at the newly added line of text, remaining silent for a long time.

His fingers were still tapping.

Three long and two short.

Suddenly, a clan guard hurried in: "Head of the Chen Family, the Sun Family of North Ridge brought twenty jin of high-purity cold iron, specifically asking to exchange for thirty pills, but they... didn't follow the order and forced their way in."

Chen Wuwang didn't even lift his eyelids: "Tell them to get out and go to the back of the line."

"But they said... they are willing to pay more! They'll bring ten more jin!"

"I said," his voice was not loud, but it suppressed the entire hall, "Batch rotation, priority fulfillment. Whoever follows the rules gets it first. Those who don't, even if they add ten times more, don't even think about entering."

The clan guard took the order and left.

A moment later, there was shouting outside, followed by the sound of footsteps fading away.

It became quiet.

Chen Wuwang walked to the whiteboard and added a fourth rule under the original three principles:

[Export Principle Four: Batch rotation, priority fulfillment]

After writing it, he took a step back, looking at these four lines of text, as if looking at a net that was being woven larger.

He knew that this net could only catch small fish for now. But when there are many fish, the water will move. The big fish will smell the scent and sooner or later, they will take the bait.

But he was not in a hurry.

He sat back in his chair and took a sip of the cold tea.

Outside the door, a clan guard whispered a report: "Clan Head Liu left a message before leaving that next time he will bring liquid Spiritual Plants to exchange for fifty pills."

"Write it down," he said.

Another person came in: "The He Clan's exploration team has set off and is expected to arrive at the first abandoned workshop in the south in seven days."

"Mm."

Another person: "The Wen Family promises to resend the refined ore within two days, with the Clan Chief personally escorting it."

"Understood."

He listened to them one by one, remaining calm and composed.

Until all the news was reported, he slowly stood up and walked toward the whiteboard.

The sunlight shone in diagonally, reflecting on the four principles, the last line particularly clear:

"Batch rotation, priority fulfillment."

He raised his hand and his fingertips gently traced these eight characters.

Then, in the blank space below, he wrote two small characters:

"Circulate first."