"I'm telling you, don't get cocky now that you're rich. You still have a long way to go."
When he said this, the bookstore owner suddenly became serious. Even Du Feng was embarrassed to smile mischievously. Ever since he met Qu Yi, Du Feng had become more well-behaved. He knew that there were too many people more powerful than him in the Divine Emperor Realm.
When he entered the Castellan Residence, he became even more well-behaved. Because the seniors there were all unfathomable. He wasn't even sure that he could win against the guard captain, let alone those seniors. If he didn't suppress his Cultivation and quickly advanced to the peak of the ninth level of the Divine Emperor Realm, his strength could indeed improve faster.
He couldn't say that he could win against those seniors, but he could win against the guard captain and many other Castellan Lords of other cities.
But in order to preserve the chance of another breakthrough in the future and to increase his chances of becoming a Saint, Du Feng decided to continue suppressing his Cultivation. He had to stay on each floor for a long enough time to squeeze out all of his potential.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Du Feng took the admission ticket and put it away without hesitation. He couldn't take the admission ticket for free, but he was too embarrassed to ask how much it was. So he bought some talisman papers and other things in the store. He would make them into talismans and then entrust the bookstore owner to sell them for him. If he sold them, they could split the profit 60% to 40%, which was quite generous.
"That's right. It's not bad for young people to learn more skills. I heard that you can make elixirs. When are you going to sell some in my store? "
The elixirs Du Feng made were all sold by the Dragon Emperor. Most of them were sold to stall owners, and some were sold to individuals, but they had never been sold to pharmacies. Because the owners of the pharmacies knew each other, they didn't allow outsiders to make money in their business.
"Sure, can your bookstore sell elixirs too?"
The reason why Du Feng didn't ask the bookstore owner to sell his elixirs was that the bookstore was a place that sold cultivation books. It would be too strange if he sold elixirs.
"What? Can't my bookstore sell medicine? Are you reluctant to part with it?"
"Don't worry, the cost of the pills is high, I won't ask you for too much commission."
The bookstore owner understood very well. Divine talismans were, to put it bluntly, the cost of a piece of paper and a brush, and the talisman brush could be reused. On the other hand, pills were different. Many kinds of herbs and ore powder were needed as raw materials. Sometimes, the bones, internal organs, and even inner elixirs of pseudo-divine beasts were also used. The cost was relatively high.
Even if Du Feng's alchemy skills were brilliant, after deducting the cost, he could only earn 50% of the profit. If he wanted another 40%, then Du Feng would not be able to make money. What's more, alchemy was very laborious, and the cost of manpower alone was not low. Therefore, he only wanted 10% of the profits from selling the pills.
"Sure, why didn't you say so earlier? I'm short of money these days, I even want to sell my pants."
When Du Feng heard that their relationship was good, and he could even help sell pills in the bookstore, he was delighted. Actually, the Dragon Monarch had helped him sell the medicinal pills in secret. Although the people in the City Lord's Mansion knew about this, they turned a blind eye to it. After all, Du Feng was also a person who had been rewarded.
However, if they sold it openly, they would definitely be reported by the pharmacy. Because Du Feng hadn't opened a shop yet, he didn't have the right to sell pills. He could only deal with it as a second-hand personal goods, which was similar to pawning things in a pawnshop. Of course, the profit would be lower.
If he could sell it in the Virtuous Bookstore, it would be different because it was a regular shop. Since the boss said that he could sell it, it meant that the shop had the right to do so. When Du Feng was happy, he took out a batch of pills on the spot and handed it to the bookstore owner.
"Brat, you have a lot of goods."
The bookstore owner had only heard that Du Feng was secretly selling pills before, but he didn't know how many he had. Perhaps it was just a personal hobby of refining pills for fun and selling them to earn some pocket money or something. However, when he saw Du Feng take out so many bottles in one go, he knew that he was really refining pills to make money.
"Old man, sell them first. If they sell well, I'll come back to replenish them."
Du Feng didn't dare to take more because most of the pills were with the Dragon Emperor and Xiao Hei. He often needed to cultivate in seclusion or refine pills, so he didn't have that much time to manage them.
"Are you really that short of money? Don't be so busy making money that it will delay your cultivation."
Seeing that Du Feng had refined so many pills, the bookstore owner began to worry about his cultivation. After all, refining pills also took time. It was impossible to cultivate while refining pills.
"Don't worry, refining pills is also a kind of cultivation."
Du Feng wasn't bragging. Refining pills was also a kind of cultivation for him. Especially when he suppressed his Cultivation and wasn't in a hurry to break through, he could use refining pills to hone his will.
"Okay, do as you see fit. When you buy something from the black market, remember to put it back in the temple first. "
The bookstore owner reminded Du Feng that if he bought something valuable at the auction, he must remember to put it back in the temple first and not run around with it. Although the Holy City was safe, many people would be thinking about him. If he ran around with a treasure, it was very likely that something would happen. If he put it back in the temple, no one would dare to touch it. That was because in the Holy City, no one could attack someone else's temple.
Moreover, putting it back in the temple had another purpose, which was to remove the original traces on the treasure.
The items sold at the black market auction house would usually be marked on them, and others wouldn't be able to tell if they bought them. Some marks were made by the original owners of the treasures so that they could find them or snatch them back after they were sold. Some marks were made by the auction house. Since they were called the black market auction house, they were naturally best at stealing from others.
Therefore, after buying something, they had to bring it back to the temple to remove the traces. Only when they were completely removed could they be taken out and used.
"Okay, I'll remember."
Du Feng agreed verbally, but in fact, he was thinking the same thing. Anyway, I'm buying forging materials. I'll throw them into the furnace to be calcined. With such a high temperature, what kind of marks can be left? They will definitely be burned completely. However, the old man's reminder made him understand one thing. The black market in the Holy City was even more shady than the black markets in other cities. They actually marked things that had already been sold to customers.
It was simply too shameless for them to bring it back and continue to sell it. Even so, there were still many people who came to participate in this large-scale black market auction, and it was difficult to get a ticket.
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