The male supporting character was actually myself.

He swallowed the spiritual medicine rich in spiritual energy in one gulp, then sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the comfort of his entire body's meridians being enveloped by the rich spiritual energy. He began to clear his mind of distractions and circulate his inner energy for cultivation.

The night passed quickly as I focused on my practice.

"Hoo!" Lu Fan exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

His eyes, which had been weak and listless, suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He could feel that the damaged meridians in his body had been repaired to about 70-80%. He was confident that with just one more day, he could solidify his useless body into a superior physique suitable for cultivation.

At that time, soaring to new heights will be just around the corner!

He looked down at the clear water that had been completely absorbed by the medicine, and a smile curved his lips. "Cultivation, of course, requires a balance of work and rest. We can't be impatient for quick results. It's time to plan carefully. The chosen one can't continue living in such a dilapidated place."

After washing up and changing his clothes, Lu Fan hesitated for a while, wondering whether to take the Imperial Bottle out or lock it at home.

What if a thief steals it if I don't carry it with me?

But what if you carry it with you and then lose it like the Illusion Mirror?

"Meow~ Can you hurry up and go show off and slap people in the face? The trial card for the Chosen One doesn't last long. I won't steal your bottle now, and I'll even keep an eye on it for you. It doesn't matter where you put it, right?" The little white cat stretched and felt a bit bored.

After careful consideration, Lu Fan decided that he would feel more at ease keeping it in his pocket.

After carefully filling several small bottles with the medicinal herbs, he covered and hid the large basins of herbs before locking the door and setting off proudly towards Langya.

"I heard that the Treasure Pavilion has just released a healing medicine that's surprisingly effective, and everyone's scrambling to buy it!"

"I've heard about it too. The spiritual medicines developed and refined by seventh-grade pharmacists are a bit expensive, but they can save lives in critical moments!"

"One tael of gold for a bottle! It's true, it's easier to make money off superhumans!"

"Superhumans are inherently wealthy; even a low-level one can secure a good position in the government. Buying a bottle of medicine that could save a life in a critical moment for an ounce of gold is well worth it..."

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Just entered Langya, Huaizhu, Pahui, Chitiao, Bengding, Jiaobu, Tun, Jiexing, Sougou, Gua, Gaodi.

He leaned closer to listen, and it turned out to be the sound of a thousand birds chirping and rustling in the wind. He listened intently, and realized it was the sound of countless birds chirping and rustling in the wind. He listened intently, and realized it was the sound of countless birds chirping and rustling in the wind.

It should be understood that even those who have cultivated to a high level of superhuman ability are still only made of flesh and blood. Once they are injured and bleed uncontrollably, they are basically not far from death.

Having a healing potion like this during a battle is like having an extra lifeline!

"Heh, I thought it was something special, but it's nothing special." After carefully inquiring, Lu Fan's face showed a disdainful expression. "A seventh-level pharmacist used so many spiritual herbs to personally refine this, and this is it? He still has the nerve to sell it for a tael of gold? Why doesn't he just rob people!"

Immediately, someone nearby sneered, "That's all? Who do you think you are, looking down on a spiritual medicine personally refined by a seventh-level pharmacist?"

The Treasure Pavilion is having a massive sale, selling each bottle for only one or two taels of gold. Do you know how much it costs just to make the formula for the elixir?

Tch, look at your pathetic appearance, there's not even a ripple of spiritual energy around you, you're definitely a useless piece of trash who can't cultivate!

Being a frog in a well and not understanding the ins and outs of the superhuman world is forgivable due to your ignorance.

"But don't let anyone else hear you say that, otherwise those cultivators who idolize the Treasure Pavilion's royal pharmacist will definitely beat you to a pulp!"

"Healing medicine is such a low-tech thing. I can easily beat any imperial pharmacist with just a little bit of it." Lu Fan sneered with an arrogant expression. "I'm going to meet the Treasure Pavilion now. That pharmacist you're talking about will soon be kneeling at my feet, crying and begging to become my disciple."

Seeing his shameless boasting, the passersby, influenced by his aura, all followed suit.

"Is this guy so obsessed with cultivation that he's gone mad?"

"That good-for-nothing is still delusional; he'll definitely get beaten out of the Treasure Pavilion by the staff!"

"Let's go, let's go watch the show! It'll be so satisfying to see him get slapped in the face later..."

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As they walked, the group mocked and ridiculed him, even going so far as to introduce this overconfident good-for-nothing to others.

So Lu Fan walked behind, attracting the attention of people from half the street who came to watch the spectacle with amusement.

"That's such an old trick." The little white cat rolled its eyes and complained, "If you didn't have the halo to help you, and you brought out anything that was more valuable than yourself, you would definitely be targeted, arrested, interrogated, or even treated like a medicine-making machine and exploited."

What kind of demon king is that? He's utterly stupid.

"You don't even understand the principle of making a fortune quietly? Any protagonist with a modicum of sense would at least disguise themselves or have an old man help them conceal their whereabouts. Someone as brainless as you probably won't survive half an episode!"

"Gentlemen! Thank you for your patronage. However, we have run out of healing medicine for today. Master Fan's energy is limited, and he can only concoct fifty bottles of healing medicine per day. Please come again tomorrow if you still wish to purchase more!"

As soon as Lu Fan arrived at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, he saw a huge crowd gathered together, while the shop assistants of the Treasure Pavilion kept announcing that the healing medicine was sold out.

"Oh? Sold out already?" Lu Fan raised an eyebrow, snorted, and squeezed into the crowd, calling out loudly, "Waiter, does the Treasure Pavilion accept treasures?"

Without looking up, the shop assistant pointed to the right and said, "Customers who wish to sell, please come over there. Professionals will appraise and value your items according to different categories."

The others who hadn't been able to buy healing medicine were affected by the aura and lingered, sighing and reluctant to leave.

The accomplices, A, B, and C, then spread rumors about Lu Fan's arrogance, which attracted a large wave of ridicule. People gathered in circles at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"What would you like to sell, sir?" A soft female voice came from behind the black curtain that categorized medicinal herbs.

As a disciple of Master Fan, a seventh-level pharmacist at the Treasure Pavilion, Gu Ling'er would occasionally come to the main hall to help identify medicinal herbs.

The herbs usually sent to the Treasure Pavilion for sale are spiritual herbs collected by professional herb hunters from various places with rich spiritual energy and dangerous terrain. Occasionally, they might encounter rare and valuable items. When she has nothing to do, sitting in charge is a way for her to hone her basic skills.

"I sell elixirs." Lu Fan took out a small bottle from his pocket and pushed it behind the black tent, saying coldly, "This is a healing medicine I refined; it can heal wounds instantly!"

what?

Gu Ling'er, who was comfortably leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed, immediately sat up straight upon hearing this, a look of disbelief flashing across her face.

What a huge joke!

My master is the only pharmacist in the Great Sui Dynasty who has reached the threshold of level eight. Other more powerful pharmacists have all gone into hiding, and some are even said to have perished!

Even the old man wouldn't dare boast that he could concoct a healing medicine that could instantly heal wounds. This kid sounds young, how dare he make such a boast?

Gu Ling'er was filled with suspicion. The moment she picked up the small bottle and opened the stopper, her expression suddenly turned serious!

"I know, you're definitely going to rave about him and secretly fall for him." The fluffy little ball rolled its eyes, licked its paws, and meowed, "Don't worry, with me protecting you, I definitely won't let that kid succeed!"

Chapter Twelve: Undercurrents

"Master Fan, you've worked hard!" The owner of the Treasure Pavilion was a middle-aged man who looked to be only in his forties. He was dressed luxuriously and had a clean face, but his expression was full of respect. "The healing medicine you refined has set a new sales record since the establishment of the Treasure Pavilion!"

Fifty bottles of healing medicine were snatched up, alarming many noble families who tried to use their connections to obtain some from me. Tonight, I will hold a celebratory banquet for you, Master, to properly celebrate that you have once again provided the world with this invaluable elixir!

The elderly man, known as Master Fan, waved his hand with a kind smile and said, "The fact that such a high-quality healing medicine was made this time is also thanks to the generosity of the Pavilion Master, who spared no expense in providing me with so many precious spiritual herbs to experiment with..."

The two were happily exchanging compliments, after all, a small bottle of healing medicine could sell for a tael of gold and was unique in the world. The maker and the boss were overjoyed and had to flatter each other.

"Dangdang!"

Just then, the door was violently pushed open, and the usually dignified and composed Gu Ling'er rushed in, breathless and completely disregarding her image, shouting, "Master, Master, something terrible has happened!"

"What kind of behavior is this, panicking like this?" Master Fan frowned slightly and scolded, "Have you forgotten what I've always told you? As a pharmacist, you must remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you."

The owner of the Treasure Pavilion smiled broadly as he looked the beautiful young woman up and down, saying, "Ling'er is growing more and more beautiful. She has also received your true teachings from Master Fan. She will surely become one of the top female pharmacists in the world in the future. I wonder which boy will be lucky enough to have her!"

Gu Ling'er blushed slightly, bowed to the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, and then looked at the old man anxiously, saying, "Master, something terrible has happened! A young man named Lu Fan came downstairs, and he actually... he actually refined a spiritual medicine that is even better than our healing medicine!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a dagger from her waist and slashed the back of her hand without hesitation.

"Ling'er, have you gone mad?"

"What are you doing?!"

The two elders were clearly startled by her actions. However, Gu Ling'er casually put the dagger away and showed them the deep, bone-revealing wound on her fair left hand. She was sweating from the pain. Then she took out a small bottle and poured a few drops of light green medicine onto the wound.

The next second will witness a miracle—the light green elixir comes into contact with the wound, quickly stops the bleeding, and begins to heal at a visible speed!

A few breaths later, apart from the remaining bloodstains proving that what had just happened was not an illusion, Gu Ling'er's left hand wound had been reduced to a faint white mark.

"Snapped!"

The teacup in Master Fan's hand rolled to the ground and shattered into pieces. The scalding tea splashed onto his clothes, but he was still not brought back to his senses.

The owner of the Treasure Pavilion's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at Master Fan with an anxious expression and asked, "Master, can you deduce the raw materials used by the other party based on the spiritual medicine?"

"Let me see it quickly!" Master Fan didn't even care about his identity. He snatched the small bottle, took a deep breath of the rich spiritual energy, and his expression changed slightly. "This, this spiritual medicine... is too strange! I have never encountered a spiritual medicine that I can't even sense a single herb!"

"Ling'er, where is the person who made this medicine? Take me to him quickly!"

As expected, after seeing Lu Fan, who had no spiritual energy fluctuations and was full of arrogance, the owner of Treasure Pavilion immediately wanted to control him and use him as a medicine-refining machine to make Treasure Pavilion shine.

But with the aura surrounding him and no fluffy ball interfering, how could Lu Fan possibly be unlucky?

After hearing the boss's plan, Master Fan came up with a whole bunch of reasons for the wild pseudo-master, such as that he was just a disqualified and expelled student of the White Crane Academy, and that the data showed that he had never been exposed to pharmacology and could not possibly have refined such a rare treasure!

Therefore, Lu Fan must have a powerful, experienced figure behind him. Not only should we not act rashly, but we should also cultivate a good relationship with him and leave a good impression so that he will choose to cooperate with Treasure Pavilion first if he has better spiritual medicine in the future.

In order not to provoke the "mysterious big shot" behind Lu Fan, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, who had been assimilated, almost fawned over him and negotiated an exclusive supply agreement. He then ordered someone to personally deliver a batch of small porcelain bottles with the words "Treasure Pavilion" printed on them to be used to repackage the spiritual medicine.

"As expected, this deal was quite good!" Lu Fan negotiated a high price of ten taels of gold for a bottle of healing medicine, and with twenty taels of gold in his pocket, he instantly felt more confident.

The crowd that had been blocking the street outside the Treasure Pavilion did not see the arrogant guy being thrown out, but they did witness the astonishing scene of the Treasure Pavilion owner and Master Fan, who were usually elusive, respectfully sending the ragged young man out with friendly smiles!

"Young Master Lu, please wait. If it's inconvenient for you to send someone over to give the order, we can easily bring people to your door to collect it."

“Our Treasure Pavilion sells all kinds of spiritual plants and medicines. You can come and pick them up anytime you need. There’s no need to discuss the price between us.”

Those who had been mocking and shouting, waiting for Lu Fan to be proven wrong, now only felt the sting of their own faces. The street became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The onlookers stared in disbelief as the aloof Master Fan and the mysterious Treasure Pavilion Master showed great care for the poor boy, even with a hint of ingratiation. Everyone wondered if the sun had risen in the west today.

"Meow~ Ignoring logic and morality, this kind of domineering slap in the face is really satisfying!" The little white cat, perched on the wall, looked up at this scene and couldn't help but sigh, "When will I be able to let my host have such a glorious and mindless blast?"

The crowd went from mockery to shock, then to confusion and envy. Clearly, they couldn't guess what could possibly make two big shots, whose mere presence could shake Kyoto, fawn over them.

Therefore, many people began to inquire about the poor boy's background and looked for opportunities to try to get close to a wealthy person or form a good relationship.

Around noon, just as Lu Fan had quickly found a satisfactory courtyard house, purchased it, and moved in, Langya and Dangbikang broke through the walls.

Rumor has it that there is an even more skilled pharmacist than Master Fan living in seclusion in Kyoto. Lu Fan, who was expelled from the White Crane Academy, was taken in as a closed-door disciple because of his exceptional talent. The master concocted a healing medicine that could instantly heal wounds, but unfortunately, it was extremely rare and expensive.

After Treasure Pavilion obtained the exclusive sales rights, it never even put the product on the shelves!

After all, although the daily production of only one hundred bottles is not small, it is not enough for the royal family and many noble families who came upon hearing the news to divide it up.

A healing medicine with miraculous effects made Lu Fan and the Treasure Pavilion, which exclusively sold it, rich in just two days.

"Host, when can we make our move?" the fluffy dumpling said coquettishly while rubbing its fur. "I've really had enough of watching Lu Fan show off and get slapped in the face every day!"

"Quickly put the bottle away! He's just recovered enough to cultivate, and Lu Fan immediately asked the Treasure Pavilion for spiritual plants and herbs to refine puppet medicine. If we let him get away with this, he'll really become a force to be reckoned with!"

Jiang Chen, looking utterly hopeless, gave up resisting being petted. He slowly licked her fur and whispered, "Don't rush, we'll do it tonight at the latest."

After all, the unprecedented and rare news that a seemingly useless person whose martial arts skills had been completely destroyed could train again and even be physically stronger than before had spread throughout Kyoto, and even the Imperial Family was paying close attention.