There was a brief silence in the room.
Wei Zhishu, Long Qi, and Murong Buyi traded glances, with Wei Zhishu laughing out loud. "You're so humorous, Mister Jiang."
The Strengthened Bezoar Detox Pills were slightly larger than normal, which was why they did not recognize them right away. Still, the Amoxicillin capsules and band-aids were too obvious …
Homemade spirit medicine?
Humorous?
Jiang He appeared rather displeased and asked, "Do you think I'm joking, gentlemen?"
The trio traded glances, and Long Qi could not help asking, "Aren't you?"
He appeared to be the youngest of the trio, and was dressed in black training garb and white cloth shoes. His slightly plump figure made him appear imposing, and he smiled. "We come with sincerity, Mister Jiang."
"Do you mean that I'm not sincere?"
How could Jiang He feel comfortable being belittled when someone looked down on what he had planted with so much effort? Hence, he turned to Long Qi and said, "Chief Long, lend me a hand."
Long Qi was rather puzzled, but he still extended his hand.
With a turn of his hand, Jiang He's Dragon-Slaying Saber appeared and he swung it down.
What the hell!
This scene was something that the three family heads had never expected. Long Qi was even more shocked. His vital energy exploded and he instantly pulled his hand back … However, he was still a little too slow. He could only feel a pain in his finger and one of his fingers had already fallen to the ground.
"Jiang He!"
Long Qi was furious, and Murong Buyi and Wei Zhishu all burst out as well, glaring fiercely as they barked, "What do you think you're doing, Jiang He?"
Long Mountain Lin hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Three Patriarchs, please calm down, calm down …"
And then, he could not continue.
Not only did the three clan chiefs not expect that, but even Long Mountain Lin's brain could not wrap itself around it.
They were just having a nice business discussion, so why did they suddenly resort to violence?
"…"
As a matter of fact, Jiang He was a little confused as well.
He did a double take and put away his Dragon-Slaying Saber, smiling awkwardly. "I'm really sorry, Chief Long … I actually just wanted to cut a wound on your hand and let you test the effect of my spirit medicine, but I didn't expect you to pull your hand back …"
Long Qi clutched his finger as blood gushed out like a fountain from where it was cut off. Circulating his True Qi to seal his veins, he looked worse than if he had eaten shit, and was left speechless just then.
Does that mean I blame myself?
I pulled back my hand. Did I pull it back by mistake?
Moreover, it's just a cut. You should've told me in advance that I brought my own dagger …
I thought you were going to kill me when you suddenly came out with a big saber?
However, the auras of the three Patriarchs were somewhat restrained.
Even as he spoke, Jiang He had already picked up the severed finger on the ground, saying, "Still, it's better to cut it off, since I could directly show everyone the effect of my soul medicine … hmmm, Chief Long, please hold your horses. There's so much blood on this severed finger, I'll wash it first."
He took the severed finger and went into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard.
Wash with tap water?
Aren't you afraid of being washed into the sewers?
Shaking with rage, Long Qi was about to go on a rampage when he saw Jiang He walking out, staring at his hand and saying, "Chief Long, go wash your hands first. How are you going to reattach your fingers when they're covered in blood?"
The ten fingers are linked to the heart.
The pain of having his finger cut off was excruciating. Holding back the pain, Draconic Seven coldly said, "Jiang He, I'd like to see what you can do today!"
He angrily stormed into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard again.
When Long Qi was done washing his hands, Jiang He caught his wrist and gestured at the severed finger, saying, "Actually, there are many impurities and bacteria in tap water. It's very dirty and unhygienic to use it to wash wounds, and hospitals usually use hydrogen peroxide and alcohol to disinfect it. So … "
Jiang He took out an Amoxicillin capsule, opened it and sprinkled its contents over Long Qi's severed finger, saying, "That's why the Amoxicillin capsules are needed to reduce the inflammation."
"I've specially made these Amoxicillin capsules as well, and it counts as a strengthened version. It has powerful anti-inflammatory and germicidal effects, effectively treating various inflammation."
After sprinkling the Amoxicillin capsules, Jiang He unwrapped a band-aid.
Being three times the size of a normal band-aid, the Strengthened Yunnan Baiyao band-aid resembled a female product, although there was a difference in the shape.
The corner of Long Qi's mouth twitched as he watched Jiang He casually wrap his severed finger with the band-aid, and could not help asking, "Mister Jiang, isn't that a band-aid?"
"Is this thing … useful?"
"Please don't hold me up if it isn't. I have spirit medicine at home, and it could reattach my severed finger with no repercussions when used with surgery."
Long Qi was a little shocked.
Reattaching a severed finger with a band-aid?
Why did that sound so nonsensical? Even though it was just a finger, it would definitely affect his private life if there were repercussions. Moreover, the Long clan was most adept at palm techniques, and the repercussions would be even greater.
After wrapping the band-aid, Jiang He grabbed the severed finger and gently twisted it a few times, adjusting the direction so that it wouldn't deviate.
Even as he adjusted it, he smiled. "To tell the truth, this is my first time using this thing, and I'm not sure how effective it is. Still, you don't have to worry, Chief Long. I'll take responsibility for you."
Draconic Seven was speechless. He reached out to tear off the band-aid, but when his hand landed on the band-aid, he stopped.
He slowly raised his hand and held it before his eyes, turning it left and right as he studied it carefully, a look of disbelief flashing over his face.
Being a rank-eight martial artist, he was very sensitive to his own senses.
In that very moment, Long Qi could clearly feel the flesh and bone wriggling and growing over the severed finger.
A numbing itch extended from the severed finger.
The sensation faded after around three minutes, and Long Qi tried to move the severed finger … it moved freely. Still a little worried, he dug his nose again and could not help exclaiming, "Did it work?"
Abruptly tearing off the band-aid, Long Qi studied the finger that was as good as new, his eyes twinkling as he asked, "Mister Jiang, does this band-aid have any other effects?"
Jiang He thought about it seriously and said, "Under normal circumstances, any place that the band-aid can be applied, including wounds like blades or broken bones, would be healed."
It was not just Long Qi — both Murong Buyi and Wei Zhishu were getting excited too.
This band-aid …
It was simply amazing!
Reattaching a severed finger was actually not much. As long as the surgery was performed within a certain time, modern medical methods could do it, and it could be done with certain spirit medicine.
Even so, it was a process.
Even if a martial artist's physique was strong and regenerated quickly, it would take at least a month to fully recover.
But what did this band-aid mean in a matter of minutes?
If one was injured in battle, as long as it was not fatal, one could just slap a band-aid on and continue fighting, and the injury would heal as they fought. Of course, the prerequisite was that one had to have the time to slap the band-aid.
Jiang He sat down and smiled. "I don't have a lot of those spirit medicines, but I could sell some to the three clans."
Picking up the Bezoar Detox Pill nonchalantly, he then said, "By the way, there's also this Bezoar Detox Pill that cures all poisons … Chief Long, do you have any stronger poisons to try?"
"There's no need to try, no need."
Long Qi quickly waved him off. "I've heard from Elder Lin that the Bezoar Detox Pill cures the rank-nine Six-eyed Desert Spider's venom, so it must be extraordinary!"
Even as he spoke, Long Qi had a weird look on his face.
The Bezoar Detox Pill …
Such a miraculous medicine was given such a mundane name. It was a complete waste of its effect.
In fact, Long Qi had already decided that after he got his hands on the Bezoar Detox Pill, he would change its name to the Hundred Treasure Detox Pill and package it a little so that it would be the finale item at the auction.
The three of them traded glances.
Murong Buyi then smiled. "Mister Jiang, how would you sell those spirit medicines?"
"Barter."
Jiang He replied. "Aren't the three clans going to hold an auction? There must be something good. Prepare a list, and I'll have a look. "
"Alright!"
Murong Buyi nodded and whipped out his phone to make a call.
Soon, a middle-aged man delivered a booklet.
"Mister Jiang, each of our clans has put up some treasures for the auction. There are a total of seventy-eight items, including cultivation manuals, floral spirits, rare treasures, weapons, and combat garments, all of which are listed in this booklet."
Jiang He took the booklet and studied it carefully.
There were twelve cultivation manuals in total, including sword techniques, blade techniques, fist techniques, and inner strength manuals.
Shaking his head, Jiang He appeared disappointed.
Those cultivation manuals …
They were too weak.
Most of them were low-level martial arts, and any cultivation manual he made up would be stronger than that.
Then, it was the floral spirits.
Floral spirits were the most common among the seventy-eight treasures, with some improving qi and blood, physique, cultivation, spirit … and what interested Jiang He was the rank-nine Origin Fluid.
According to the notes, this rank-nine Origin Fluid was obtained from a rank-nine locust tree.
"How much of this Origin Fluid do you have?"
Jiang He turned to Murong Buyi, who in turn turned to Wei Zhishu. The Wei Clan was the one who provided it.
Wei Zhishu rose to his feet and said, "Mister Jiang, this Origin Fluid improves spirit, and we obtained it two years ago after the elites of the Wei Clan cut down an old locust tree. There are around two thousand drops left in our clan, and we'll be auctioning five hundred drops this time.
Jiang He frowned …
By the drop?
The Rank-9 Origin Fluid that could increase one's Mentality was worth more than the Origin Fluid that could increase one's cultivation base. For example, the Origin Fluid from his willow tree was worth around 500 thousand per drop. The one from this locust tree could probably be sold for 1 million.
Still, it was too stingy to calculate by the drop.
Could it be that when he was thirsty in the future and wanted to drink some Vitality Serum, he would have to use a dropper to count it?
"Chief Wei, how does the Origin Fluid taste? Is it good? I'll take it all if it's good! "
"…"
Wei Zhishu did a double take.
Good?
Taste?
You'll take it all if it's good … does that mean you don't want it if it's not good?
How would he understand Jiang He's lifestyle? Why would he buy it if it's not good?
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