Hong Jinglin was sitting in his house with three large bottles in front of him. These three large bottles contained the potions he wanted. To be honest, when he saw the black-clothed cultivator pouring the potions into the three large bottles, he really doubted whether the potions would be useful or not. But soon he knew that his worries were unnecessary, the potions were indeed useful.
When he went out, his body hadn't fully recovered. But now, his body had almost recovered. This was all due to the effect of these three bottles of potions.
Hong Jinglin let out a long breath. He knew that he didn't have to be angry about the pills anymore. To be honest, even if the cheap potion store gave him less, he would still agree. But the other party gave him the potions that he deserved, which made him very touched.
Although these potions were low-level goods, for some low-level cultivators, these potions were indispensable.
In the eyes of many cultivators from the big sects, these low-level pills were worthless, but these low-level cultivators couldn't do without them. Without the Energy Restoring Pill, their spiritual qi wouldn't be able to recover quickly during or after a battle. Without the Blood Replenishing Pill, they would suffer from a loss of blood qi after an injury, which would make their body weak. Without the external injury medicine, their external injuries would take a long time to recover. And if any of these conditions couldn't be recovered in the shortest time possible, it would be enough to make them lose their lives!
Low-level cultivators had their own survival rules. For low-level rogue cultivators like them, their living environment was cruel. It was far from what the disciples of the big sects could imagine. They were like rabbits in the jungle, they lived at the bottom of the food chain. They could only eat grass to survive, and at any time, they would become food for other animals.
The reason why he took out three large jade bottles to store the potions was because he didn't want to part with the jade essence. Maybe in the eyes of the cultivators from the big sects, what could a piece of jade essence do? He was afraid that it couldn't do anything. Usually, when they rewarded people, they wouldn't give a piece of jade essence. That was too little and would lose their status.
But for rogue cultivators like him, a piece of jade essence was their property. When necessary, a piece of jade essence could determine their life and death.
A potion like this that was cheap and effective was definitely the most popular among them. Hong Jinglin was even lamenting why such a potion hadn't appeared earlier.
Just as Hong Jinglin was sighing, a voice suddenly sounded, "Jinglin, Jinglin, are you home? Why aren't you saying anything? "
When Hong Jinglin heard the voice, he was stunned. He quickly said, "I'm at home. Come in." The sound of the door being pushed open was heard. Then a person came in.
This person was Hong Jinglin's good friend. His surname was Zheng, and his name was Zheng Yigong. The two of them grew up together, cultivated together, and went out to do missions together. As the saying went, they were friends who had an extra head and a different surname.
When Zheng Yigong entered the room, he saw that Hong Jinglin was actually sitting there with three large jade bottles in front of him. He couldn't help but stare blankly as he said, "I say, Jing Lin, what are you doing? How many times did I call you before you answered? What happened to the bottle? "
Hong Jinglin looked at Zheng Yigong and smiled, "It's fine. Yigong, I found something good. Look at these three bottles, they contain potions. Blood Replenishing Potion, Origin Restoring Potion, and External Injury Potion."
Zheng Yigong was puzzled as he looked at Hong Jinglin and said, "Potions? What's that? Did you fail in alchemy? I say, your alchemy talent is really bad. Later on, you can just give me the herbs. At least my success rate is higher than yours. "
Hong Jinglin glanced at Zheng Yigong and said, "Don't make sarcastic remarks, your Alchemy skills aren't much better than mine. I'll tell you, I didn't refine this potion, I traded for it, I traded for it, do you understand?"
Zheng Yigong looked at Hong Jinglin and said, "I don't understand. What did you exchange these potions for? You can refine them yourself. "
Hong Jinglin patted his head and said, "It's really hard to talk to an idiot like you. Alright, you listen to me. These potions were exchanged for by me using herbs. They are absolutely worth it …"
Then Hong Jinglin told him about the cheap pharmacy. Zheng Yigong listened in a daze. After a while, he asked, "What's going on? Why would such a pharmacy appear? If they do this, then what do they rely on to make money? Are you sure that these potions are effective? "
Hong Jinglin stared at Zheng Yigong and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Whether or not it's effective, you'll know once you try it. Your injuries haven't healed yet, right? First, give me a cup of blood replenishing potion. " Then Hong Jinglin took out a small jade cup. These jade cups were given to him by the cheap pharmacy. Inside each cup was a jade bottle.
Hong Jinglin poured a cup of Blood Replenishing Medicine for Zheng Yigong. Zheng Yigong wasn't polite and immediately drank it. As soon as he drank it, he immediately felt his body heat up. The feeling of weakness caused by the loss of Blood Qi had completely disappeared.
Zheng Yigong's eyes couldn't help but light up. He stared at the three bottles and said, "These potions are very good. Can you really use herbs to exchange for them? Moreover, there's no discount at all?" Hong Jinglin nodded and said, "It's the shop in the alley."
Zheng Yigong said, "Let's go, I'll also take a look. I also have a lot of herbs, I want to exchange them for some of these potions. With these potions, we'll have a bigger advantage when we fight in the future." Hong Jinglin nodded, then he led Zheng Yigong to the cheap medicine store.
In fact, in Dingshan City and the nearby cities, there were several such cheap pharmacies. Moreover, there wasn't only one of these pharmacies in each city. In the bigger cities, there were several such pharmacies.
Moreover, there was only one owner of these pharmacies, the Four Righteous Gang. Generally, Great Sects wouldn't care about small pharmacies like these. In fact, Great Sects wouldn't do business with these low-level pills. This was because they simply couldn't make any money. Because of this, the Great Sects didn't pay attention to these small pharmacies. They wouldn't even notice that there was only one owner of these small pharmacies.
Situations like what happened to Hong Jinglin and Zheng Yigong often happened in these small cities. Zhao Hai didn't do any advertising, but these Cultivators had their own circle. Soon, the news of the cheap pharmacies spread in this circle. Everyone knew about the existence of these pharmacies.
After a few days of desolation, the business of the cheap pharmacies slowly improved. Their business didn't get better all of a sudden. Instead, it got better slowly and their income kept increasing.
To be honest, when Zhao Hai said that he wanted to do this business, the Ancient Heart Saint and the others were still doubtful. This was especially true in the first few days when business wasn't good. The Ancient Heart Saint and the others almost lost their confidence. The Ancient Heart Saint wanted Zhao Hai to find a way to advertise. In the Void Realm, advertising wasn't a great method. Many big shops would do some advertising. For example, they would invite some Rogue Cultivators to shout on the streets to advertise. Or they would invite people to act in some big restaurants to advertise. These things could be seen in the Void Realm.
Don't underestimate the people in the Void Realm. In any realm, almost all merchants were the same. They only had one thing in mind, and that was to make more money. That was their pursuit.
Because of this, the Ancient Heart Saint wanted Zhao Hai to advertise. However, Zhao Hai didn't allow it. This was because Zhao Hai knew that the thoughts of the lowest level Cultivators were different from the Cultivators of the Great Sects. The Cultivators of the Great Sects would buy things that were more famous, but the lower level Cultivators wouldn't. They didn't even have the spirit to look at the famous things. This was because they knew very well that they couldn't afford those things.
Therefore, Zhao Hai didn't do any advertising. The things they bought were the lowest level items. When have you seen toothpicks being advertised? When have you seen fifteen-yuan pants being advertised? The same went for the potions that Zhao Hai bought.
Soon, the business of the pharmacies improved. This was beyond the expectations of the Ancient Heart Saint and the others. Seeing the income of the pharmacies increasing day by day, the Ancient Heart Saint and the others were very happy.
However, the Ancient Heart Saint and the others were distressed. This was because most of the Cultivators were using herbs to exchange for potions. The Jade Essences that they received were very little, but the herbs that they received were a lot. This made the Ancient Heart Saint very distressed.
These low-grade herbs could only be used to refine low-grade potions. They couldn't be used to refine higher grade potions. In other words, the Ancient Heart Saint and the others didn't have much income.
However, Zhao Hai didn't find this strange. He just had the Ancient Heart Saint store the herbs and then increase the production. After that, he opened shops all over the Bitter Crust Planet.
Hong Jinglin came to Dingstone City's cheap medicine shop this time. His body was injured and his face was pale. The moment he entered the shop, the black-clothed cultivator from last time immediately came forward to greet him. After seeing Hong Jinglin's appearance, the black-clothed cultivator quickly said, "Isn't this Old Brother Hong? Old Brother, what happened to you? "
Hong Jinglin's complexion didn't look too good. This time, he went out to do the mission. Although they completed the mission in the end, Zheng Yigong was seriously injured. He lost an arm, and Hong Jinglin's injuries weren't light either. This was a huge blow to him.
For a low-level cultivator, losing an arm would have a huge impact on their strength. Hong Jinglin knew that Zheng Yigong was finished. In the future, he might not even be able to eat. Of course, he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. However, Zheng Yigong would be depressed because of this matter, this was the most terrifying thing.
Although Hong Jinglin's mood wasn't good, he was still grateful for the black-robed Cultivator's care. He looked at the black-robed Cultivator and sighed, "Don't mention it. This mission was very tragic. I was injured, and Old Zheng who came with me last time lost an arm. I'm afraid he'll be crippled."
When the black-robed Cultivator heard Hong Jinglin, his eyes couldn't help but light up. Then the black-robed Cultivator looked at Hong Jinglin and said, "Mister Hong, can I invite you to the back to talk about Mister Zheng's matter?"
When Hong Jinglin heard the black-clothed cultivator, he couldn't help but stare. However, he still agreed. This was because he knew that low-level cultivators like them wouldn't be targeted by ordinary people. This was because they didn't have anything, so there was no need to target them. Just like how an emperor would never scheme against a beggar, there was no need to do so.
The two went to a room in the back and sat down. The black-robed Cultivator poured a cup of tea for Hong Jinglin. Then he sat down and said, "Mister Hong must be curious about the background of our Fair Price Pharmacy."
Hong Jinglin nodded. In fact, it wasn't just him. A lot of low-level Cultivators were also curious about the background of the Fair Price Pharmacy. Why were their potions so cheap and easy to use?
The black-robed Cultivator smiled and said, "Actually, this isn't a big deal. Our identity isn't a secret, we're from the Four Righteous Gang."
When Hong Jinglin heard the black-robed Cultivator, he couldn't help but stare. This was because he hadn't heard of the Four Righteous Gang. The black-robed Cultivator looked at Hong Jinglin and knew that he hadn't heard of it. However, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Mister Hong might not have heard of the Four Righteous Gang, but I'm sure Mister Hong has heard of another name." After saying this, the black-robed Cultivator paused for a moment. Then he looked at Hong Jinglin and said, "Death Knight!"
Hong Jinglin stared, then his eyes couldn't help but open wide. Martha City wasn't far from Dingshan City. Naturally, Hong Jinglin had heard of Death Knight Zhao Hai's name. In fact, the small cities around Martha City and Dingshan City regarded Zhao Hai as their pride.
Zhao Hai was famous in Martha City. Martha City and Dingshan City were both small cities. It was rare for a small city like this to have a famous person. Zhao Hai's sudden appearance made these small cities proud. Therefore, when Hong Jinglin heard the name Death Knight, he couldn't help but get excited. Hong Jinglin looked at the black-robed Cultivator and said, "Did you say that Sir Death Knight joined the Four Righteous Gang?"
The black-robed Cultivator shook his head and said, "He didn't join. In fact, the Four Righteous Gang was founded by Death Knight Zhao Hai. In fact, we should call him Leader. We are also members of the Four Righteous Gang. The reason why Leader founded the Four Righteous Gang was because he saw a lot of Rogue Cultivators being bullied by big forces. Strictly speaking, he was also a Rogue Cultivator. Therefore, he contacted some Rogue Cultivators and founded the Four Righteous Gang. The Four Righteous Gang has only been established for a month. The Leader invested all the Jade Essence he obtained from the Life and Death Arena into the Four Righteous Gang. However, he still felt that it wasn't enough. He thought that he could help Rogue Cultivators from another point of view. Therefore, he established the Fair Price Pharmacy. The Fair Price Pharmacy doesn't sell potions for money. In fact, the Fair Price Pharmacy has been losing money up until now. However, the Leader wanted to help Rogue Cultivators. Maybe when the Fair Price Pharmacy opens up, we'll be able to buy more potions."
Hong Jinglin looked at the black-robed Cultivator. He only believed half of what the black-robed Cultivator said. He wasn't a three-year-old child. He didn't believe that there would be people like the black-robed Cultivator who didn't want to make money and only wanted to help others. Then he wouldn't be a person, he would be a saint. And there were no saints in this world!
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