I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Kneeling in front of the Blood Pill Patriarch, the head of the Blood-stopping Pill Sect's Jingcheng wanted to cry but had no tears.

Ancestor Xuedan was in a very bad mood. He glanced at the revenue reports from various places in the past few hours. His chest heaved violently and he was so angry that his eyes went dark.

Almost none of the two types of hemostatic pills, Type A and Type B, were sold.

Although this small loss is nothing to the Hemostatic Pill Sect, what if it continues?

God knows how many issues of that grandson's broken lucky bag are left! One issue has already caused such a terrifying effect. If there are a few more issues...Will I, the ancestor, only be able to afford shark fin and bird's nest porridge?

Ancestor Xuedan understood that not only the power of the sect, but all his strength came from money. Touching his money would mean touching his life!

This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate!

"But you don't have to worry, ancestor." The person in charge of Jingcheng raised his head and suddenly laughed confidently. "This method of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting yourself by ten thousand, the guy behind the scenes will definitely not be able to hold on for long... The other party's goal is definitely not to target our Danzong Alliance, we just happened to be caught in the crossfire."

"Huh? Tell me."

"Look, where did the other party get these pills from?" The person in charge of Jingcheng smiled proudly and pointed at the land under his feet. "Didn't they buy them from our Hemostatic Pill Sect at a high price? Even if he can get some money back from selling the lucky bags, it is far less than the original value of those pills! His business is a huge loss! With such a loss, no matter how rich he is, how long can he hold on? Even the Jiugong Chamber of Commerce probably wouldn't dare to play like this!"

"That's true," Blood Pill Patriarch sighed and looked at the account book with a painful look on his face, "but we still lost money!"

"The loss won't last long! In my opinion, that person just wants to spend a lot of money to expand the sales of the lucky bags," the person in charge of Jingcheng said with a smile on his face, "It won't be long before the price of the lucky bags will double! Then not only will there be less goods sold, but there will also be fewer people buying them... Naturally, they won't be able to impact our market!"

"Yes," the Blood Pill Ancestor nodded in agreement.

"We each make our own money. You go your way, and I go mine. We won't affect each other, and we can even collaborate! No matter how much he sells, he's still selling our elixirs, so we won't lose money!"

These words really made sense. Although the Blood Dan Ancestor felt that something seemed to be wrong, he still felt a lot more at ease.

"You should step back first."

"Yes." The person in charge of Jingcheng left the luxurious courtyard of the Blood Dan Ancestor.

He has appeared in front of the Blood Dan Ancestor several times recently, and has repeatedly demonstrated his strong ability to analyze situations and his talent in controlling the overall situation... The person in charge of Jingcheng couldn't help but feel very happy.

Until a scream was heard not far away.

"No, no, no... No! Something terrible has happened!"

A disciple from the Zhibleing Sect came crawling in front of him.

The person in charge of Jingcheng knew this disciple. He was also a clerk in the Jingcheng shop and his subordinate... Because Jingcheng was not far from the headquarters of the Zhixuedan Sect, he should have just rushed back.

"If you have something to say, just say it. If there is a problem, solve it. It's not appropriate to be in such a hurry!" the person in charge of Jingcheng shouted angrily.

"Just now...just now that mysterious bastard put the third batch of lucky bags on the shelves!"

"So what?"

The person in charge of Jingcheng smiled disdainfully. According to his reasoning, the other party would not be able to hold out for long, so no matter how many lucky bags they launched, they would not be afraid... and his reasoning was impeccable! There was no need to panic!

"The first prize of the third lucky bag... is... is..."

"What is it? Why are you panicking? Tell me now!"

"It's the formula for the Grade A hemostatic pill!"

"..."

It is said that the Blood Dan Patriarch was sitting in the yard, leisurely flipping through the auction house's latest list of magical instruments for auction.

He planned to add some powerful magic weapons to his storage ring to calm his nerves and increase his sense of security.

"No, no, no... No! Something terrible has happened!"

The person in charge of Jingcheng came to him, crawling all the way.

"Huh? You're in such a panic, how disgraceful!" The Blood Pill Ancestor was furious and kicked the person in charge of Jingcheng out the same way he came.

"No, no, no...it's really not good!"

The person in charge of Jingcheng covered his face with the shoe prints and crawled back as fast as he could, crying.

"What's wrong?"

The Blood Pill Ancestor still didn't take it seriously. As long as the pill recipe was not lost, everything would be a small matter.

Oh, these dogs are always startled all day long. You should know that those big things to them are just trivial matters to me, their ancestor.

The person in charge of Jingcheng opened his mouth and shouted with all his strength: "The recipe is lost!"

"puff--"

The Blood Pill Patriarch sprayed a mouthful of tea all over the face of the person in charge of Jingcheng.

"What do you mean?!"

The person in charge of Jingcheng explained hastily, ignoring the water on his face: "The recipe! The first prize of the third batch of lucky bags is the recipe for the Grade A hemostatic pill! It's selling like crazy now!"

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(The current number of monthly ticket draws is 255.)

41. Crazy Bag (6)

[Obtained 20000 villain points from Blood Pill Ancestor. ]

Blood Pill Ancestor? Who?

Although no one knew who this fellow named Blood Dan Patriarch was, in such a short time, he had already provided several rounds of villain points. His resentment was so deep that Jiang Ke'er had never seen it before!

Maybe he is some unlucky guy who is addicted to lotteries but can never win a prize and can only watch others around him show off their prizes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Keer raised her head and looked at the tall mountain gate in front of her.

There were four big words written on the door.

【Hemostasis Pill Sect】

At the gate, two fierce-looking disciples stood guarding the door, glaring at Jiang Ke'er and her group viciously.

Xuan Yang's heart was in his throat, and his fists were already clenched. Seeing that the situation was not good, he was about to punch out.

Is the little apprentice sister crazy? She actually brought a group of elite disciples from the Taiming Sect to the front door of the Zhixue Sect and swaggered around to have sex!

He even suspected that Jiang Ke'er was actually a spy of the Hemostasis Sect, which would completely explain her behavior!

Jiang Ke'er walked forward, lowered her posture, and whispered: "This is a membership gift specially used by our store to give back to major customers. Please help pass it on to your sect leader."

After receiving the envelope, the two gatekeeper disciples immediately relaxed their expressions.

Because the Blood Dan Patriarch was very generous, some shop owners would often personally send membership cards, gifts, etc. to the ancestor in the hope that he would continue to patronize.

Obviously Jiang Keer is just an ordinary clerk or a small shop owner. They see dozens of such small people every day who are eager for the ancestor's patronage and fantasize that they can have food and clothing without worries if the ancestor visits them once. They have long stopped taking them seriously.

They looked at Jiang Ke'er and the others and found that they were all strangers. They thought that they were not familiar with the ancestor. They couldn't help but be arrogant and said, "The ancestor is busy with affairs, how can he have time to look at the garbage you sent."

Jiang Ke'er took out two bags of magic crystals that she had prepared in advance, with ten in each bag, and handed them to the guard, giving him a knowing smile.

The guard skillfully put away the magic crystal without saying anything. He just waved to Jiang Ke'er and the others and said, "You can leave now. The ancestor will see you."

Jiang Keer smiled, turned and left.

*******

On the other side, the Blood Pill Patriarch used the fastest speed in his life and took as many disciples of the Hemostatic Pill Sect as possible to rush straight to the consignment area in Jingcheng.

The huge crowds of people here made him feel overwhelmed.

This bunch of lowly casual cultivators! They spend all day trying to fleece me, their ancestor!

He was flying in the air and soon saw the source of the disaster - a small stall piled with bags. Many strong men from the Jiugong Chamber of Commerce were standing nearby to maintain order, forcing others not to have any bad thoughts.

Trouble.

With the guards of the Jiugong Chamber of Commerce around, they definitely can't use force, otherwise it would be tantamount to declaring a war with the Jiugong Chamber of Commerce. Even if the Zhixue Sect is large in size, if they dare to provoke the Jiugong Chamber of Commerce, they will be reduced to ashes in minutes.

However, Ancestor Xuedan noticed that there were two piles of lucky bags on the stall. There was a huge crowd of people in front of one of the piles, and the queue almost stretched to the outside of Jingcheng. But in front of the other pile of lucky bags, there were not many people queuing.

The Blood Pill Ancestor looked at the product descriptions standing next to the two piles of lucky bags. The lucky bags with more people were written as follows: The fourth phase of the super-value elixir lucky bag. The unit price is 100 magic crystals, and the first prize is 100 Grade A hemostatic pills...

When he saw the name of this first prize, Blood Dan Patriarch felt a pang of pain in his flesh and his heart was filled with negative emotions.

Our family's most precious treasure! Was it just packaged up and given away at a low price?

But after a moment, he realized that he was too early to feel sorry for himself.

Because the other lucky bag pile with fewer people reads: The third phase of the super-value pill recipe lucky bag, first prize: Grade A hemostatic pill recipe. Note: There are no other prizes, and the lucky bag is sold for 1000 magic crystals.

Ancestor Xuedan was in a very bad state.

How to do?How to do?

Don't panic, the other party may not really have the recipe for the hemostatic pill. This lottery may be fake, a gimmick to trick people into spending money!

But I can’t gamble, I can’t afford it!

“No matter what, tell the disciples to line up first!” said the Blood Pill Patriarch viciously. He had already seen many rival sects of the Hemostatic Pill Sect lined up in front of the stall, spending huge sums of money to try their luck and try to get the Hemostatic Pill formula, a super treasure that could change the situation in the Great Si Kingdom!

No matter what, they can't get it!

Fortunately, I arrived in time. The high price of this lucky bag discouraged most of the passers-by monks, and only the big sects had the desire to buy it... and the influence of those big sects was far away from Jingcheng, and they could not arrive as fast as I did.

Therefore, this pill recipe has not yet fallen into the hands of others, and I still have a chance to prevent the loss.

"Ancestor, what should we do?" The person in charge of Jingcheng asked in a crying voice.

"What else can we do?" The Blood Pill Patriarch slapped the person in charge of Jingcheng in the face, "Buy it! Are you waiting for someone else to buy it?"

At this time, the Zhixuedan Sect was already in a difficult situation.

Although he knew that buying the formula would not solve the fundamental problem, if the other party really had a Grade A hemostatic pill formula, he must have a copy and could take it out and sell it a second time at any time.

But if they don’t buy it and the recipe is stolen by a hostile sect, the Hemostatic Pill Sect will be destroyed in an instant!

Even if it is to delay the collapse of the Hemostatic Pill Sect and seek an opportunity to solve the problem, the Blood Pill Patriarch must bite the bullet and buy these lucky bags and the Hemostatic Pill recipe!

but……

Ancestor Xuedan looked at the stall full of thousands of lucky bags and felt like crying but had no tears.

It costs 1000 magic crystals to buy one of these lucky bags. A full 1000 magic crystals!

Moreover, unlike the stall next door where you can buy anything you want without losing money... among these thousands of lucky bags, only one contains the pill recipe, the rest are all empty!

Every time I failed to draw the recipe, it was like all the money I spent was wasted.

If you are unlucky, you don’t know how long it will take to draw the recipe!

Even if you have a lot of money, you shouldn't spend it like this!

The Blood Pill Ancestor was unwilling to give up and tried his best to enhance his perception, trying to see something from the pile of lucky bags... However, at this moment, he finally understood why the other party chose these Qiankun bags as lucky bags.

Because the Qiankun bag can completely block the perception of other cultivators! Cheating? Absolutely impossible!

Oh, I’ve come to the point of saying it all, let’s start smoking.

There is no choice anyway, and time is running out, so I have to do my best to draw.

There is still a purchase limit of ten per person, so just buy ten for yourself first.

The first one, empty.

The second one...the tenth one, empty, empty, empty.

It's all empty.

The Blood Pill Ancestor glanced sourly at the stall next to him. Unlike the stall next to him where everyone was making money no matter how they drew, everyone was losing money no matter how they drew... It was simply a waste of experience!

The Blood Pill Ancestor's heart was bleeding, but he could only bite the bullet and said, "Go ahead, you guys go ahead."

What else can I do? I can only confront you head on! I have to confront you even if it lasts till the end of time!

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(I will update one more chapter tomorrow.)

42. Crazy Bag (7)

The Blood Pill Ancestor was almost dying.

Ten pumps, air.

One hundred pumps, air.