Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 340: Vicious Competition, Establishing Authority
Half a month later, in the quiet room of Qingzhi Tower.

Qin Yu looked worried.

He thought about the new spiritual doctor recruited by Qingzhi Tower and the recent sales of spiritual medicines.

"Master, the shipment volume of Xiao Qu Han San from Qingzhi Tower has dropped by 30% this month.

The number of first-grade spiritual medicines refined by the newly recruited spiritual doctors in the building has not increased.
The spiritual stones Qin Zhilou earns now are barely enough to cover the building's consumption, and this month's surplus is only 103 low-grade spiritual stones."

"Oh?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly. He had spent most of the past half month refining the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner and the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword.

He has little energy to take care of Qingzhi Building, but the current income of Qingzhi Building is far beyond his expectations.

Refining corpse puppets, cultivating the withered and flourishing small cave, and tempering the body all require the consumption of spirit stones.

As the largest source of spirit stones, it was also the starting point for him to take charge of Xuanyang Mountain.

He would never allow any accidents to happen in Qingzhi Tower.

Fang Yi's face was slightly serious as he looked at Qin Yu in front of him.

"If I remember correctly, what's sold in the building is Xiao Qu Han San.

The recipe of this magical medicine was prepared by me personally, and it is very effective in removing cold poison.

Whether compared to the Cold Water from the Bishui Pavilion or the Warming Body Soup from the Tiandaowu Sect, the medicinal effect is three times stronger."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, thinking about the habits of the wandering cultivators.

"Have the prices of their spiritual medicines at Baicaotang, a branch of Bishui Pavilion, and Xuanshen Pavilion, run by Tiandaowu, been reduced?"

"Master, the Xiao Qu Han San in the building costs eight low-grade spirit stones for one portion.

The same is true for Baicaotang's cold-removing water and Tiandaowu's warming soup.

But when these two cultivators saw that they could not compete with Qingzhi Tower, they lowered the price of the elixir.

Nowadays, whether it is the cold water or the warming soup, it all costs seven low-grade spirit stones."

"So that's how it is. Aunt Xie of the Bishui Pavilion and Old Ghost Geng of the Tiandaowu are also interested in the opportunities brought by the opening of the Hanling Secret Realm and the detoxification elixirs needed by cultivators."

Fang Yi knew that this was not his disciple's fault, as he had set the price of Xiao Quhan San himself.

In the past half month, I have been familiarizing myself with the Xujie Kurong Banner, whose quality has greatly improved.

Qin Yu was indeed not qualified to change the price of the elixir.

Fang Yi knew very well the temperament of independent cultivators and cultivators from small families.

This kind of cultivator has a shallow foundation and empty storage, and he would like to break a spirit stone into two pieces.

Today I can choose Qingzhilou for some medicinal effects.

Tomorrow you can choose Bishui Pavilion for half a spirit stone.

He pondered for a moment. She Yuanding and Meng Yuanhai, one went to Bishui Pavilion and the other to Tiandaowu.

The matter of this elixir should be the idea of ​​these two people.

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag and the tracking beads were sacrificed.

"rise!"

With a touch of his fingertips, a ray of green light shot into the gem.

The air was filled with mist and the jewel was slowly turning, drawing on the energy that was intercepted when Qingzhi Tower opened.

Fang Yi began to investigate the whereabouts of She Yuanding and Meng Yuanhai.

After a few breaths, he watched the two red dots in the orb flash.

After estimating the whereabouts of the two, a trace of disappointment appeared on Fang Yi's face.

'It's still in Baicaotang and Xuanshen Pavilion.
In this case, it is not a good idea to use some unconventional means to directly eliminate the two.
In this case, we have no choice but to compete formally.'

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and put away the tracking orb. This was not the first time he had tracked the traces of Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding.

Since Qingzhilou opened, he has spied on the two people's aura dozens of times, ready to wipe them out completely.

But Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding had some luck since they fought with Fang Yi in front of Qingzhi Tower.

He gave up the possibility of establishing a foundation-building family, and devoted himself completely to the Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu, taking charge of Baicao Hall and Xuanshen Hall.
From then on, he never went out of the main gate or the second gate.

Like an old tortoise, practicing quietly.

I haven't left the city for several years.

Fang Yi took out two invitations from his storage bag.

"I'm going to do two things with you.

The two visiting cards were sent one to Aunt Xie in Bishui Pavilion and the other to Old Ghost Geng in Tiandaowu.

I told him that I was Fang Yi and asked him to meet me in three months.
Afterwards, he came back and lowered the price of Xiao Quhan San by two spirit stones.

Sold for six low-grade spirit stones."

"Six low-grade spirit stones?!"

Qin Yu's movements froze, as he was now the de facto manager of Qingzhi Tower.

He naturally knew that elixirs like Xiao Quhan San were sold at a low profit margin and high volume.

After deducting the required spiritual medicine, the spiritual master's losses when refining the medicine, and the spiritual doctor's refining fee, the rent of Qingzhi Building was waived.
Adding up all the scattered costs, a bottle of Xiao Quhan San only earns the profit of two low-grade spirit stones.

"Master, if you sell it at this price, you won't earn a single Spirit Stone."

"It's okay. There's a trade-off. Just do as I say. Don't get involved in unnecessary matters..."

Call your Uncle Fan over here, I have something to tell him."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, like a deep ancient pool.

Strike the first blow to avoid a hundred blows.

With the expansion of Qingzhi Building, the income of other spiritual medical clinics has been affected.

Fengling Fairy City is so big that the number of spiritual medicines needed by cultivators is limited.

More monks go to Qingzhi Tower to purchase spiritual medicines, while fewer go to Baicaotang and Xuanshen Pavilion.

The largest forces in Fengling Fairy City.

The official lineage represented by Jiuqu Zhenren, the Jiuquan Tower established by Bishui Pavilion, and the War Merit Hall of Tiandaowu.

The spiritual medical clinic of the Jiuqu Zhenren lineage will not take action for the sake of Xia Zhengbai's face.

The remaining Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu must be taken action.

Therefore, this time, he would naturally teach Baicaotang and Xuanshen Pavilion a lesson. Otherwise, daily provocations would only delay his own cultivation.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep as he assessed the chips in his hand.

……

A few days later, Fengling Fairy City, Baicaotang.

"Shopkeeper, is this Huahan Water really worth seven low-grade spirit stones per portion?"

"It's absolutely true, fellow Daoist, don't worry, my Baicao Pavilion is a century-old shop, and we will never deceive you."

"In that case, I'll give you two servings of cold-removing water."

"Alright, two portions of cold water and fourteen low-grade spirit stones, please keep them, my fellow Taoist."

Meng Yuanhai looked at the crowds of monks who came to buy spiritual medicine, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He murmured in his mind.

'Fang Yi, Fang Yi,

Even though your medical skills are better than mine, someone is still needed to take charge of Qingzhi Tower and be responsible for the salaries of dozens of monks in the building.

How can you compare with me? The Bishui Pavilion fully supports this. The price of this cold water is seven low-grade spirit stones, which is not the limit of Meng.
How much support can you give to Xuanyang Mountain's Examination Hall?

Meng Yuanhai waved his hand slightly and asked.

"Manager Wu, how is Baicaotang's profit today?"

Wu Zhangui was wearing a gray robe and had an abacus hanging from his waist. Now he was listening to the words of the monk who had greatly increased the performance of Baicaotang.

He didn't dare to delay, and quickly ran to Meng Yuanhai, bowing deeply.

"Master Meng, as you instructed, a spirit stone has fallen from the cold water in the hall.

As expected, those independent cultivators all came to the hall to buy.

Thus, although the price of the Huahan Water has dropped, today's profit has increased by a full 50%...

The Qingzhi Tower you instructed me to keep an eye on is now deserted, with only a few cultivators buying spiritual medicine...

I’m afraid we won’t even be able to achieve 30% of the previous returns.”

Meng Yuanhai was very satisfied with this. He waved and patted Wu Zhangui on the shoulder, and began to praise him.

"Manager Wu, you have to work hard. This time we are teaming up with Xuanshen Tower to squeeze Qingzhi Tower out of the first-tier spiritual medicine market.
The ability to earn spirit stones in the hall has increased, which is of great benefit to you and me.
I heard that you have a younger generation who has a medium-grade wood spiritual root, with a spiritual root scale of fifty-nine, which is only a step away from a top-grade spiritual root.

With such talent, I, Meng, would like to accept him as my disciple. What do you think, Shopkeeper Wu?"

Shopkeeper Wu paused for a moment, then thought of how much Aunt Xie, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, valued Meng Yuanhai.

His face immediately filled with a flattering smile, like an old chrysanthemum, and his words were humble.

"It is naturally an honor for Master Meng to be interested in a useless junior like me.

I will write to him immediately, asking him to come to the Immortal City and take me as his disciple."

"Hahaha, you're pretty good."

Meng Yuanhai looked proud, enjoying the compliments from the monk in front of him.

A cultivator who is only a step away from having a top-grade spiritual root is highly valued even by the foundation-building masters in the Bishui Pavilion.

With such qualifications, with just a little training, one can become the successor.

If it weren’t for Meng Yuanhai’s huge increase in Baicaotang’s profits.

Shopkeeper Wu would never hand over a junior with such qualifications to an outsider cultivator who had just joined the Bishui Pavilion.

"Brush~"

Before Meng Yuanhai could be happy for long, a tall and thin monk suddenly took out a magical sound-transmitting device from his arms.

He trotted to the door of Baicaotang and spoke excitedly.

"Fellow Daoists, good news! Great news!
The Xiao Quhan Powder from Qingzhi Tower now only requires six low-grade spirit stones.

Six low-grade spirit stones! Compared to Baicao Tang's Huahan Water, its spiritual effect is even more outstanding."

"Hiss!" The monks in Baicao Hall were suddenly startled.

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After a while, a monk in sackcloth robes finally spoke.

"Is what you said true? I have also studied the art of spiritual medicine.
Six low-grade spirit stones, I'm afraid this is only enough to cover the refining cost."

The thin monk chuckled.

"My fellow Daoists, I'll go ahead and ask whether the Xiao Qu Han San is for sale at the price of six low-grade spirit stones.

We'll know once we get there. It'll only take a short while. What casual cultivators like us lack the most is time."

"Your words make sense, fellow Daoist. I'll go check it out right away. Qingzhilou's Xiaoquhansan is much more effective than Huahantang."

"I have the same idea, fellow Daoists, I'll go ahead. Six low-grade spirit stones, that's a real win."

After an incense stick of time, looking at the empty Baicaotang, Meng Yuanhai looked at a burly man opposite Baicaotang with an unpleasant expression.

The aura around him was vague and elusive, entangled with and confronting himself.

If Fan Dacheng had not stopped you just now, the thin monk would have been stopped as soon as you opened your mouth.

How could I give him a chance to speak?

Meng Yuanhai looked grim.

"Fan Dacheng, those people just now, are they monks from Qingzhi Tower?
You are provoking me like this, are you going to start a war with my Bishui Pavilion?
Six low-grade spirit stones of Xiao Quhan San, let's see how much your senior brother Fang is worth.

How long can this losing business last?"

Fan Dacheng laughed and was not moved by the words at all.

Based on his decades of understanding of Fang Yi, he knew that among cultivators of the same level, he had never seen his senior brother suffer a loss.

It has been like this in the past, every time, and it is so today.

He surged his magical power and slightly waved the mountain hammer in his hand. Yellow-brown smoke and dust swirled around, and the faint shadow of a mountain appeared and disappeared.

"It's the monks' own choice when purchasing spiritual medicines, Fellow Daoist Meng, please don't interfere.

You should stay here peacefully in Baicaotang today, otherwise, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

(End of this chapter)