166: Selling medicine

"He really is a scumbag dog; he should be forced to eat more of this kind of medicine..."

Crimson saw Wangcai, who had just finished and then turned around and trotted away, and a look of displeasure immediately appeared on her face.

How did that guy fool that little white dog in the illusion just now? And now he just ran off.

Wang Lin tilted his head in confusion, a strange expression on his face.

The other party's muttering just now seemed to have revealed some information; this dog must have eaten something to turn into this state.

"It seems I'll have to change the formula next time."

Little Fatty Bai took out his paper and pen, recording Wangcai's reaction just now and what he did after falling into the illusion.

This Medicinal Pill can not only restore Spiritual Qi in the body but also assist in combat, increasing one's combat power by about 10%.

It's a comprehensive improvement for both Physical Body and spiritual power, but the dog in front of him only used its Physical Body, and the side effect was a bit outrageous. If it ate it and then turned against its own people, that would be terrible.

After much deliberation, Little Fatty Bai decided to replace Huan Xin Grass with another herb. After thanking his Revered Master for the idea, he prepared to leave.

But his body then turned back pitifully.

As an Alchemist, he usually had to buy a large number of herbs for practice. With one formula after another, it would probably take hundreds or thousands of attempts to create a Medicinal Pill with the desired effect.

His Revered Master had given him a lot of resources before, and he was very grateful to his Revered Master, but those resources were not enough to support his research. Now, less than half a month had passed, and all his resources were already used up.

During this time, he refined dozens of batches of Medicinal Pills at once, but only a few were successful, and they also had strong side effects, requiring further improvement. Otherwise, these Medicinal Pills would be unusable. Now he could only find a way to ask his Revered Master for help to see if he could get some resources.

"Revered Master, your Disciple is out of money again..."

Little Fatty Bai gave a very obsequious smile, rubbing his hands as if trying to beg for some benefits. Li Haotian didn't even look at him, directly throwing out a Storage Pouch.

"This is the last time I will support you this month. If you run out again, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Li Haotian curled his lips, a little speechless. Although he allowed his Disciple to ask him for all sorts of herbs if he followed him, he still preferred his Disciple to find ways to earn them himself. He could give all these herbs to his Disciple, but the other party couldn't always expect things to be handed to him.

Alchemy is a very lucrative profession, so how could this guy make himself so poor?

If the other party were a beggar or a restaurant waiter, Li Haotian would give money if asked, as such jobs don't earn much. But the other party was clearly an existence similar to a financial magnate; refining a single batch of Medicinal Pills and selling them on the market could earn a lot of resources.

It was as absurd as a Warren Buffett, with a net worth of over a hundred million from stock trading, asking his Revered Master for money.

Little Fatty Bai's face, which had been wearing a flattering smile, suddenly stiffened. It seemed he also had to find a way to sell the Medicinal Pills he had refined, some of which he didn't even know the effects of.

Soon, Little Fatty Bai arrived at the market. All the resources his Revered Master had given him were exchanged for herbs for his next experiments. In addition, he applied for his own stall at the market, spread a blanket on the ground, placed some bottles and jars on it, and wrote "Medicinal Pills for Sale" next to them.

His Medicinal Pills were effective, and soon, those with genuine effects and no major side effects were snatched up by everyone. However, the Spirit Stones he earned didn't even exceed three million. After deducting his costs, he basically only made about 50% profit.

These Spirit Stones would only sustain him for two or three days. If this continued, he would go bankrupt sooner or later.

As Little Fatty Bai racked his brains, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind: his Revered Master had just taught him how to trick Wangcai, and that tactic of diverting attention was truly effective.

As long as he achieved his ultimate goal, why should he care about the process?

Understanding this, Little Fatty Bai directly took out a pile of Medicinal Pills and placed them on his stall for sale. These Medicinal Pills were clearly priced, and their effects were directly indicated on them.

Soon, his stall was surrounded by passing Cultivators. Everyone stared dumbfounded at the special effects listed in front of the bottles and jars, their faces filled with disbelief.

"You mean this Medicinal Pill helps with weight loss, and also restores injuries?"

A rather robust female Cultivator stepped forward. Little Fatty Bai, sitting in front of his stall, nodded.

"Absolutely true and effective. I used to be very fat and heavy. Since taking this Medicinal Pill, I became like this in just one day."

Little Fatty Bai now looked very standard, as he had been purging for a full 24 hours, and basically all the impurities in his body had been expelled with the purging.

Upon hearing this, the female Cultivator was immediately moved.

In the Cultivation world, there are various physiques and Cultivation Techniques, and they more or less have some influence on the Cultivator themselves, such as their temperament.

A more direct impact is on appearance. For example, a Body Refining Powerhouse, no matter how thin he is, will have his Physical Body become very muscular as he Cultivates further.

Some Cultivation Techniques also have side effects, such as causing weight gain.

Although there are many handsome men and beautiful women among Cultivators, there are also many people with plump figures and ugly, ferocious faces.

Therefore, this Medicinal Pill also has its uses.

"I am currently in the Celestial Realm. Can this Medicinal Pill really help me?"

The woman squatted down, picked up the bottle of Medicinal Pills, and examined it carefully.

"Absolutely no problem!"

Little Fatty Bai gave a very definite answer. The female Cultivator spent 100,000 Spirit Stones, contentedly took the bottle of Medicinal Pills, and walked back to her room.

Originally, she wanted to swallow it on the spot to see the effect, but Little Fatty Bai stopped her. He repeatedly instructed her to go back and take it when no one was around. Although she didn't quite understand, she still listened to him.

The moment the Medicinal Pill entered her mouth, a heaven-shattering scream erupted, followed by a putrid stench that began to spread. The female Cultivator looked incredulous, and then her screams lasted for a full twenty-four hours.

Yesterday, Little Fatty Bai sold many strange Medicinal Pills, including those for slimming legs, weight loss, learning to dance, and a series of other special Medicinal Pills.

And the prices of these Medicinal Pills were not cheap. Today, Little Fatty Bai came to set up his stall again, and the place was already surrounded by angry Cultivators.

"The stall owner is here! Kill him!"

A female Cultivator pointed at Little Fatty Bai and roared loudly. Everyone turned their hateful gazes towards him. Little Fatty Bai suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by something, and his face turned pale.