C93 (1/2)
In the room.
Zhan Tianming laid on his comfortable bed, he was not in a hurry to tell his that Zhang Bao possessed One Star Martial Spirit's strength, after all, his understanding of Feng Wushuang was still at the surface, so he was not sure if he should tell her or not.
Furthermore, Zhan Tianming's arm had already been bitten into a bloody mess.
”She's just like a tigress. Do you really think I'm a meat?”
Zhan Tianming shook his head.
”Hey, Zhan Tianming, don't play dead inside. When will you give me the one million Bai Hua Yu Lu Dan that you promised me?”
Feng Wushuang's loud shout came from outside the door.
Zhan Tianming glared at him.
Damn, a million pills?
F * ck! This thing could actually increase the profit by a hundred times?
”Women are tigers, the ancients did not bully me.”
”Hey, what are you mumbling about in there? ”I have prepared all my ingredients, hurry up and concoct pills for me.”
”It's here, it's here …”
Zhan Tianming shook his head and decided to go back to concoct pills.
After all, there was someone who provided him with free medicinal herbs to raise his cultivation realm as an apothecary. Where in the world would he find such a good opportunity?
If he were to miss this opportunity, he would have to pay for his own money to be promoted to an apothecary in the future.
Opening the door, Zhan Tianming walked out.
”I'll go …”
Just as he walked out of the room, Zhan Tianming's eyes widened.
”How is it? Are these medicinal herbs sufficient?” Feng Wushuang pointed at the dozens of carriages in the courtyard with a complacent expression, ”If it's not enough, I'll get them to send them over. You don't have to worry about the medicinal herbs, just help me refine them.”
”Enough, enough. There are plenty.” Zhan Tianming was sweating profusely.
To buy medicinal ingredients himself, was to buy by a jin. To Feng Wushuang, buying medicinal ingredients was to buy by car.
If it was placed on Earth, it would belong to the wealthy lady's class.
But that was not the point.
More importantly, how long would it take for him to finish concocting so many medicinal herbs?
Ten days? Twenty days?
Thirty days?
If this went on, would they be able to let him live?
”Don't have a bitter face, I'm just helping you.” Feng Wushuang walked in front of Zhan Tianming and patted his shoulder, showing an expression that he was doing this for your own good.
”Help me?” Zhan Tianming said with a bitter face.
”Yeah. Every single apothecary was made of medicinal herbs. Haven't you heard that? ” Feng Wushuang looked at Zhan Tianming and said.
The corner of Zhan Tianming's mouth could not help but twitch.
Beautiful ladies, isn't that called accumulating energy over time?
However, even if he had to accumulate all sorts of resources over the years, he still wouldn't be able to complete it in a short period of time.
Of course, he was an exception. As long as he continued to increase his proficiency, he would be able to increase his abilities, including his alchemy skills.
However, this would make him as tired as a dead dog lying on the ground.
In the end, Zhan Tianming could only say: ”Let them put the medicinal ingredients in the courtyard. From now on, I'll give you a hundred Bai Hua Yu Lu Dan.”
After sending Feng Wushuang away, Zhan Tianming took some medicinal ingredients and turned to enter the house.
”Pill forging!”
”Ding dong …”
”Pill forging!”
”Ding dong …”
”…”