Yun Fan smiled and nodded at the crowd, returning the greeting with cupped fists.
Actually, it was not that Yun Fan did not want to sell at a higher price, but he had learned something from the sale of the Hundred Herb Dew Crystals.
No matter how expensive the elixir was, its price would be reduced by a lot under his own mass production.
In this way, the disciples who bought it at a high price would definitely complain.
Moreover, in this marketing model, because of the interference of the spiritual material merchants, he did not earn much profit.
Instead, it was better to set a reasonable price from the start. Not only would he win the hearts of the people, but he would also gain profits. Killing two birds with one stone, why not?
The final result was also developing according to Yun Fan's plan.
Some of the disciples who bought the three-striped Spirit Gathering Elixir sold a large pile of spiritual materials to Yun Fan. They did not buy it at Yun Fan's high price, but at the normal market price to Yun Fan as a return.
Some disciples didn't forget to glance at Nangong Lingfeng and the others before they left. After leaving behind a cold snort, they swaggered off.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Nangong Lingfeng muttered as he looked at the endless stream of people around Yun Fan's stall and the more than 50 three-striped Spirit Gathering Elixirs on the table cloth.
As a yellow-grade alchemist, his success rate of refining the Spirit Gathering Elixir was less than 30%. In his hands, he could only refine about 15 to 16 Spirit Gathering Elixirs worth a million.
However, Yun Fan could refine three times as many Spirit Gathering Elixirs as he could.
Could it be that this guy's success rate of refining elixirs was 100%?
If that was the case, then he could not be described as a genius, but a monster!
"These three-striped Spirit Gathering Elixirs must have been stored in his storage ring before he entered the Secret Realm!"
Thinking of this, Nangong Lingfeng, who was on the verge of collapse, seemed to have grasped at the last straw.
"Yes! It must be so! His master is the Saintess, so the Saintess must have given them to him! "
Nangong Lin echoed from the side, looking very certain.
On the other hand, Nangong Mo did not say a word. He stared at Yun Fan with a murderous look in his eyes.
Just as Nangong Lingfeng and the others were casually guessing, Yun Fan sold out all fifty of the Three Runes Spirit Gathering Pills.
After bidding farewell to the disciples that were looking at him with admiration, Yun Fan turned around and walked toward Nangong Lingfeng and the others.
Yun Fan walked in front of Nangong Lingfeng. Looking at the latter's bloodshot eyes, he did not waste any time and directly threw a storage ring at Nangong Lingfeng.
"Here are one million spirit stones. It's the final payment for the purchase of your spiritual materials."
Nangong Lingfeng clenched his storage ring tightly and said through gritted teeth, "I will wait until the day you can't hold on anymore!"
He believed that Yun Fan was holding on. He believed that the spiritual materials that Yun Fan bought at a high price would all be wasted in his hands.
Yun Fan smiled noncommittally when he heard this. Without hesitation, he turned around and waved goodbye. "Thank you for selling me so many spiritual materials. I will go back and continue refining pills. See you later!"
With that, he packed up the stall and left with Meng Miao.
…
In the blink of an eye, a week had quietly passed.
In these seven days, Nangong Lingfeng and the others set up stalls to sell Spirit Gathering Pills every day. Although there were many disciples coming and going, there were not many who actually bought the pills.
This was especially the case for some disciples who had just returned from hunting Evil Spirits. Just as they were planning to buy a few Spirit Gathering Pills, they were pulled back by their companions and whispered to each other. The former glanced at Nangong Lingfeng with disdain before hurriedly leaving.
Among the three people from the Nangong Family, Nangong Mo's cultivation was the highest. He could vaguely hear the conversation between the two.
The general meaning was, "I heard that the Nangong Family is too greedy. If you want to buy Spirit Gathering Pills, you should buy them from Master Yun Fan. Not only is the price cheaper, but the quality of the pills is also a hundred times better!"
When Nangong Lingfeng heard these words, his blood surged and anger filled his chest.
"Yun Fan, let's see how long you can keep this up!"
At this moment, Nangong Lingfeng saw a commotion in the small square. Then, he saw Meng Miao, surrounded by a group of people, swaggering over.
Seeing Nangong Lingfeng, she did not lower her head. Instead, she raised her head and cupped her fists. "Greetings, Young Master Lingfeng!"
Nangong Lingfeng gritted his teeth. When they were at Medicine Refinery Peak, Meng Miao always lowered her head and took a detour. Now that she was with Yun Fan, she actually became arrogant.
"What are you doing here?"
Nangong Lingfeng asked fiercely.
Meng Miao smiled and pointed at the impatient crowd beside her. She replied, "Of course I'm here to help my master sell medicine."
As he spoke, he opened up his stall, and under the fervent gazes of countless onlookers, he took out one three-lined Spirit Gathering Pill after another from his storage ring.
In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Gathering Pills piled up into a small mountain.
Seeing the scene of countless disciples rushing to buy Three-Rune Spirit Gathering Pills from Meng Miao, Nangong Lingfeng's heart throbbed with pain.
"There must be more in stock! Definitely! "
Nangong Lingfeng's eyes were red as he roared in his heart.
…
Just like that, week after week passed.
A month later, Meng Miao sold out seventy Three-Rune Spirit Gathering Pills in front of him for the fourth time. She came to his side with an embarrassed expression and spoke to him.
"Young Master Lingfeng, my master has been consuming too many Spirit Gathering Pills recently. The Spirit Gathering Pills that we have purchased is running out. My master wants me to ask you if you have any extra Spirit Gathering Pills. We will purchase them at the highest price in the market … "
However …
Before Meng Miao could finish speaking, Nangong Lingfeng, who was already at the end of his rope, turned red and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, no matter how unwilling he was to admit it, he had to believe that those Three-Rune Spirit Gathering Pills were all refined by Yun Fan.
In the past month, Yun Fan had sold more than three hundred Three-Rune Spirit Gathering Pills.
Even the Fire Spirit Sect's Holy Maiden could not easily take out such a large number of pills.
From this, it seemed that these Three-Rune Spirit Gathering Pills were indeed refined by Yun Fan.
At this moment, Nangong Lingfeng had to admit that Yun Fan's attainment in alchemy had far surpassed his!
At this moment, in front of Yun Fan's powerful strength, he had no chance of turning the tables.
After realizing this, Nangong Lingfeng completely broke down. His eyes rolled back and his body collapsed weakly.
"Young Master!"
Nangong Mo hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Nangong Lingfeng's limp body.
"Ah!!"
In the next moment, Nangong Lingfeng's body suddenly stiffened. After roaring at the sky, his bloodshot eyes glared at Nangong Mo.
Looking at Nangong Mo's face, Nangong Lingfeng seemed to have gone mad. He roared, "Yun Fan, I'm going to kill you!"
After saying that, he clawed at Nangong Mo's face.
Nangong Mo frowned. He blocked Nangong Lingfeng's claw with one hand and slapped the back of Nangong Lingfeng's head with the other, causing him to faint.
At the side, Nangong Lin asked in shock, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
"Young Master's heart is being attacked by the poisonous fire. He has gone mad!"
Nangong Mo carried the unconscious Nangong Lingfeng horizontally. Looking at the crowd that was pointing at them, he said in a low voice, "Retreat!"
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