Chapter 15: Murder and Plunder, Is It Finally My Turn?

Repeat customers have always been very important to Luo Chen!

He has always been making efforts to cultivate his own repeat customers, rather than relying on Chen Laoda for clients every time.

However, even with the mid-grade辟谷丹 (Pigudan) he previously refined, he couldn't attract many repeat customers, and he was also limited by production capacity.

The Zhongmiao Pills, however, gave him a chance.

After a brief chat, Luo Chen laid out all the pills.

Chen Laoda took another look this time, the quantity was clear at a glance, and he secretly acknowledged that Luo Chen's alchemy skills had indeed made a breakthrough.

The number of pills he displayed at each stall was increasing more and more.

Of course, there was definitely the contribution of the "spirit stone loan" he had taken out.

As the sun rose, more and more cultivators came to the market, and Luo Chen and Chen Laoda started their business one by one.

"Little Brother Luo, what a coincidence!"

"Yes, what a coincidence!"

Luo Chen greeted Zeng Wen warmly, pointing to the bottles in front of him, "The usual?"

"The usual!"

Zeng Wen picked up five bottles of Pigudan, playing with them, and said, "Your skills are really good. I tried the Pigudan last time, and it was actually of superior quality, much better than others."

"As long as it keeps you full, thank you for the compliment, Brother."

"I'll take two bottles of Zhongmiao Pills as well!"

"Sure."

Luo Chen默契地 (tacitly) handed the two bottles of Zhongmiao Pills to Zeng Wen, and the two smiled at each other, understanding each other without words.

A cultivator next to them seemed to know Zeng Wen.

"Brother Zeng, the spotted tiger that Li Butcher slaughtered yesterday was your trophy, right? This time you really had a great harvest in the mountains!"

"Ah, the demon tiger was a menace to the world. I was just doing my duty, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

"You're being too modest. What are you buying?"

Zeng Wen quietly put the Zhongmiao Pills into his storage bag, holding the bottle of Pigudan.

"Buying some Pigudan, to stock up for the next trip to the mountains. Brother Duan, I have to go, I have something urgent to attend to."

Zeng Wen hurried away.

The cultivator he called Brother Duan was a bit puzzled.

Then he saw Luo Chen take out two more exquisite jade bottles from the bag below and place them on the stall.

Zeng Wen seemed to have bought this thing just now?

"What kind of pill is this?"

Luo Chen's eyes lit up, "Zhongmiao Pills, Brother, are you interested in learning more?"

Customers came and went, but the content of their conversations was monotonous.

Sky-high asking prices, rock-bottom offers.

I would praise my goods, and he would nitpick and find a bunch of flaws.

Then we would agree on a price that both could accept, and a deal would be made.

Unlike the cold and aloof wandering cultivators who would sit in meditation while running their stalls, the Qing Shi stall was much livelier, with both the old and the young being thick-skinned and smooth-talking.

Occasionally, when Luo Chen had free time, he would also help Chen Laoda with some sales, selling a few talismans.

Perhaps because it was a big market day, Luo Chen's pill business was doing very well.

By noon, he had sold almost everything.

Thirty bottles of Pigudan were all sold, earning him six low-grade spirit stones.

Twenty bottles of Zhongmiao Pills were all sold, earning him one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The difference was enormous.

But if we look at profit, the Zhongmiao Pills currently had zero profit, barely breaking even.

On the contrary, the Pigudan, after deducting costs, had a net profit of three spirit stones.

In fact, with his master-level proficiency in Pigudan, if Luo Chen increased production, he might earn even more.

However, the market for Pigudan was limited, and the consumption capacity was also limited. Even if he earned more, it would only be a few more spirit stones.

This was a good opportunity to increase his proficiency in Zhongmiao Pills, and then he could start making large profits.

Industry transformation, opening new channels.

A short period of pain, but acceptable!

Chen Laoda kept urging him to pay back the money, and Luo Chen, out of helplessness, paid him fifty on the spot.

Then, after paying, he spent a long time begging and pleading to borrow it back.

"Rest assured, I will definitely pay you back. You've seen my recent earnings. Just consider it as helping a poor cultivator. When I get rich, I will repay you tenfold!"

"How about this, I've sold all my pills. In the afternoon, I'll work for you and help you sell talismans!"

"Trust me, the sooner I help you sell, the more talismans you can draw when you get back, and you'll earn even more."

After much persuasion, Luo Chen finally managed to keep the one hundred and six spirit stones in his pocket.

The cost was that he had to work as a temporary worker for the afternoon.

"Hey, what's going on at Brother Wang's stall?"

While selling talismans, Luo Chen looked up and saw that Wang Yuan's stall was surrounded by people.

He wanted to go and see what was happening, but Chen Laoda held him back.

"Don't go!"

"What's wrong?"

"Have you forgotten what happened the last time this happened?"

Luo Chen stopped in his tracks, remembering a scene from two years ago in the original owner's memory.

At that moment, it was so similar to this one.

"Enemies have come?"

Chen Laoda looked at the scene with a complex expression, "Although most wandering cultivators are loners, some still have family and friends."

"If they die, it's one thing, but if their magical weapons and robes are sold, it's a different matter. If they encounter this, they will feel a deep sense of injustice."

Luo Chen suddenly understood and saw that the crowd was indeed tense.

It seemed that a fight could break out at any moment.

Wang Yuan was at the seventh level of the Qi Condensation stage, and the people surrounding him were likely not much lower in cultivation.

If a fight broke out, he could easily be caught in the crossfire if he went to watch.

"Don't worry, there won't be a fight. The inner city strictly prohibits fighting."

Chen Laoda shook his head; he had seen this too many times.

It could only be said that people like Wang Yuan, who lived on the edge, would eventually run into trouble.

Sure enough.

After a few harsh words, the three cultivators left the wandering cultivator market in a huff.

Wang Yuan still had that indifferent expression, sitting cross-legged in front of his stall, his eyes half-closed as if he hadn't woken up.

"Selling such bloodstained magical weapons is very risky!" Luo Chen muttered, "Why not sell them directly to the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower?"

Chen Laoda sneered, "The Ten Thousand Treasure Tower buys them back at half price, repairs them slightly, and then sells them at a higher price than the original. How could selling them yourself be more profitable?"

I see!

Luo Chen understood. The quality of magical weapons in the wandering cultivator market varied, and it all depended on the cultivator's discernment.

Moreover, without being repaired, they were too conspicuous and could easily be recognized by the original owner's friends.

The only advantage was that they were much cheaper than official prices.

"I only have one low-grade magical sword, and it's rusty."

"When I have money in the future, should I buy from the market or the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower?"

Luo Chen rubbed his chin, thinking about whether to buy a BMW or a Mercedes, just like in his previous life.

Fantasy was fleeting.

Working, however, was for the whole afternoon.

After helping Chen Laoda with the talismans, he hurriedly went to buy the raw materials he needed.

After several large purchases, he had negotiated with the sellers to try to keep the goods for him.

So, despite the short time, he managed to spend all the more than one hundred spirit stones.

Not a single spirit stone was left!

Going all in is a kind of wisdom.

Luo Chen was never short of the courage to go all in, especially in the early stages. Even if he lost everything, he could always start over.

When he returned home with a large bag of goods, it was dark again.

Luo Chen walked briskly on the dirt road in the outer city, humming a tune from time to time.

"I cannot drift with the tide, for the sake of my beloved immortality."

Suddenly, Luo Chen stopped in his tracks.

Under the moonlight, four people blocked his path.

On a dark and windy night, murder and plunder, is it finally my turn?

Luo Chen's heart sank to the bottom of the Lancang River.

(End of Chapter)