The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

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The man in black vanished in a flash.

Qian Tong stood by the window, gazing outside with a bewildered expression.

He always felt that Xiao Fan would become a major threat to Medicine King Valley in the future.

In the evening, Xiao Fan returned to the Xiao family home, only to be stopped by Uncle Yu as soon as he entered.

"Young master, the master requests your presence in the study."

Xiao Fan nodded and walked directly into the East Courtyard.

Pushing open the door, one sees Xiao Zhankui sitting in a grand chair, his brows furrowed, an account book spread out in front of him.

"Grandpa, what did you want to see me about?"

Xiao Zhankui looked up at him, his gaze complex: "What was your pill shop's revenue today?"

"That's about right, about a thousand taels of silver."

"Over a thousand taels of silver?" Xiao Zhankui curled his lip. "How much did your pills cost to make?"

Xiao Fan scratched his head and said, "The cost... is less than a hundred taels."

"The cost was one hundred taels, and it sold for just over a thousand taels?" Xiao Zhankui slammed his hand on the table. "Are you trying to drive me crazy? Why didn't you sell more?"

Xiao Fan said, both amused and exasperated, "Grandpa, pills don't just fall from the sky. There's a limit to the amount I can refine each day. Besides, I'm only aiming for small profits but quick turnover. I want to build a reputation first, and then gradually raise the price."

"Small profits, quick turnover, huge profits?" Xiao Zhankui sneered, "Do you know that Sun Xingzhou came to me today because the pills you sell are too cheap, disrupting the market, and he wants the Xiao family to give his Medicine King Valley an explanation?"

Xiao Fan's gaze sharpened: "What did he say?"

"He said that the people of Medicine King Valley already know about this, and if things continue like this, they might target the Xiao family." Xiao Zhankui said in a deep voice, "Fan'er, tell me the truth, are you confident in dealing with Medicine King Valley?"

Xiao Fan remained silent for a moment, then raised his head, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

"Grandpa, don't worry about Medicine King Valley. I know what I'm doing. However, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

"I want to expand the Xiao family's guards to three hundred."

Xiao Zhankui was stunned.

Why do we need so many people?

"Train the troops." Xiao Fan slowly uttered two words. "Donglin City is about to change. We need to be prepared."

Xiao Zhankui stared at him for a long time, then finally sighed, "Whatever. My life is in your hands."

A warm feeling welled up in Xiao Fan's heart, and he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Over the next two weeks, business at Fanchen Danfang became increasingly booming.

Not only were there independent cultivators from Donglin City, but also cultivators from several nearby cities who came from all directions.

Xiao Fan's pills are of high quality and inexpensive, so they are always in short supply, with people queuing up every day.

However, Baicaotang's business plummeted, and it became deserted.

Qian Tong was extremely anxious and sent three secret letters to Yaowang Valley, but he received no response.

On the night of the fifteenth day, a black carriage arrived silently in Donglin City.

The carriage stopped at the back gate of Baicaotang, and a middle-aged man dressed in black with a fierce face stepped down from the carriage.

"Qian Tong, how's it going over there?"

Qian Tong went up to him, cupping his hands in greeting, and said, "So it's Steward Liu. That Xiao Fan is too arrogant. We haven't been able to sell any pills these past few days, and our sales this month have dropped by 70% compared to last month!"

Deacon Liu sneered, "The Valley Master instructed me to come personally to assess Xiao Fan's strength. If it's just good luck, we'll accept him; if he has powerful backers, we'll eliminate him."

"Steward Liu, what do you mean?"

"Let's test the waters first."

A cold glint flashed in Deacon Liu's eyes as he said, "I've heard that he's holding another pill-tasting competition tomorrow. This is a golden opportunity!"

The so-called Pill Tasting Conference was nothing more than a gimmick that Xiao Fan deliberately created to promote the Mortal Pill Workshop.

Every ten days, he would take out a batch of freshly refined pills and let passing cultivators taste them for free and judge their quality.

Whoever can point out its flaws will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver.

This move can be described as extremely ruthless.

Not only did it generate buzz, but it also brought up the comparison between Baicaotang's pills and other products, showing everyone the difference.

On this day, the entrance to the Mortal Alchemy Workshop was already packed with people.

Xiao Fan stood at the second-floor window, watching this scene, a smile appearing on his face.

"Young Master, why are there so many people today?" Fan Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face filled with excitement and nervousness. "Do we have enough pills?"

"Don't worry, we made three portions last night, that's enough for them."

These words immediately caused a stir among the crowd.

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe stepped out from the crowd; it was none other than Deacon Liu.

He looked up at Xiao Fan and said coldly, "You're Xiao Fan?"

Xiao Fan glanced down and his heart skipped a beat.

With ill intentions.

The aura emanating from this person is at least at the fifth level of the Spirit Realm.

"My name is Xiao Fan. May I ask your honorable name?"

"Liu Hei, the outer sect steward of Medicine King Valley." Steward Liu didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I have long heard of Young Master Xiao's remarkable alchemy skills, and have come to learn from him."

These words immediately caused an uproar.

Medicine King Valley is here to challenge us!

Xiao Fan smiled slightly and said, "I wouldn't dare, Deacon Liu. How would you like to proceed with the competition?"

Liu Hei took out a pill from his sleeve, held it up in the air so that everyone could see it clearly.

It was a crimson pill with faint, flowing patterns on it, radiating a scorching heat.

"Young Master Xiao, can you refine this pill?" Steward Liu asked.

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Looking across the entire Donglin City, the number of people who can find Grade 3 pills is extremely limited!

Xiao Fan looked at the pill in his hand and a smile appeared on his face.

"This is a pill called 'Blazing Flame Pill,' which requires a Spirit Realm expert to activate. Deacon Liu, please don't make things difficult for me. How could a sixth-grade Profound Realm martial artist like me possibly refine a third-grade pill?"

A hint of arrogance appeared on Deacon Liu's face as he said, "Then does that mean Young Master Xiao has to admit defeat?"

"Admit defeat?" Xiao Fan sneered. "Who says only those with high cultivation levels can refine pills?"

He jumped down from the second floor, came to Deacon Liu, and stretched out his hand, saying, "Let me see your pills."

Deacon Liu was slightly taken aback, then handed him the Blazing Sun Pill in his hand.

Xiao Fan picked up the pill, examined it carefully, and shook his head after a long while.

"Deacon Liu, the Blazing Sun Pill you refined is nothing but garbage."

"Nonsense!" Deacon Liu's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "This is a pill I personally refined. It has pill patterns on it and a rich medicinal fragrance. How could it be garbage?"