Immortality and Cultivation: I can extract entries from all things.

At dawn, around 5 a.m., the market begins to open.

Fang He arrived at Yi Qi's stall early and neatly arranged the five pill bottles.

Two bottles of ordinary Peiyuan Pills, three pills each.

One bottle of top-grade Peiyuan Pills, five pills.

Two bottles of Water-Repelling Beast Pills, three pills each.

The four characters "Fang's Pill Workshop" on the plain white banner swayed slightly in the morning breeze.

He took a deep breath and looked around.

A month ago, he was still an apprentice under Master Wu Dan.

A month later, he had his own stall.

time flies.

The first customer arrived earlier than expected.

"Brother Fang!"

Zhao Haisheng strode over with a smile on his face. "I heard you opened a pill shop, so I came to show my support."

Fang He stood up to greet him: "Brother Zhao, thank you."

Zhao Haisheng picked up a bottle of ordinary Peiyuan Pills and examined it closely.

The pills are round and smooth, with a uniform color and a subtle medicinal aroma.

"This pill has a uniform color, a rich medicinal aroma, and is of good quality."

He nodded. "My wife has been feeling unwell lately, and I'd like to buy one for her to help her recover."

Fang He took out the pill and handed it to him.

This trust warmed his heart.

"Eight spirit stones. Brother Zhao is a regular customer, so I'll round it down to seven spirit stones."

Zhao Haisheng readily handed over the spirit stones and carefully put away the pills. Before leaving, he patted Fang He on the shoulder: "Well done, brother."

As Fang He watched Zhao Haisheng leave, she silently made her own plans.

The first order: Seven Spirit Stones.

The cost is about four spirit stones, and the profit is three spirit stones.

It's not a lot, but little by little it adds up.

As the sun rises higher, the number of people in the market increases.

Several random repairmen passed by the stall and stopped to inquire.

Some people are comparing prices, some are observing the quality, and some are simply buying directly.

Fang He remained composed and assertive, using her keen spiritual sense to perceive the subtle expressions of each customer and judge whether they genuinely had a need or were testing the waters.

"How much is this water-repelling beast pill?"

A middle-aged rogue cultivator picked up the blue pill bottle.

He was a fisherman who spent most of his time at sea and needed elixirs to ward off sea monsters.

"One spirit stone."

Fang He said calmly, "The quality is excellent; Captain Chen has personally tried it."

The rogue cultivator raised an eyebrow: "Captain Chen? You know him?"

"We've collaborated before."

Fang He didn't explain further.

He knew that in this circle, reputation was more useful than boasting.

Captain Chen's name is the best endorsement.

The rogue cultivator pondered for a moment: "Give me two, let's see how they work."

Fang He took out the pill, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and confirmed that its quality was correct.

The appraiser told him that the two pills were of stable quality and worth the price.

Six spirit stones in hand.

Another rogue cultivator came over, picked up an ordinary Qi-cultivating pill, and examined it.

"How much?"

"Eight Spirit Stones".

"How about a discount? Seven spirit stones?"

Fang He shook his head: "The price is fair, and we treat everyone honestly. The quality speaks for itself; we couldn't make this with seven spirit stones."

The rogue cultivator glanced at him a few times: "Young man, you're doing pretty well in business."

"Small profits but quick turnover; we won't make money by dishonest means."

The rogue cultivator smiled and ultimately paid for it.

Fang He watched the other person's departing figure, lost in thought.

On the first day of opening, most of the customers were quite friendly.

But that doesn't mean it will be like that in the future.

The market was a melting pot of all sorts of people. He had to stay vigilant.

Around noon, two or three more independent practitioners came to make purchases.

Some people wanted to buy Qi-Nourishing Pills, while others wanted to buy Water-Avoiding Beast Pills. Fang He received them all, offering precise prices without ever budging.

"Your Peiyuan Pill is even more effective than Jirentang's."

An old cultivator bought two ordinary Qi-cultivating pills and said this before leaving.

Fang He cupped his hands slightly and said, "You flatter me, senior."

The old monk waved his hand and turned to leave.

Just past noon, he took stock of the pill bottles. Both bottles of Water-Avoiding Beast Pills were empty, only one ordinary Qi-Nourishing Pill remained, and two superior Qi-Nourishing Pills were left.

The income was approximately thirty spirit stones.

Most of the first batch of pills were sold, marking a successful start.

Fang He pondered: the popularity of the Water-Avoiding Beast Pill was exceeding expectations; it seemed Captain Chen's word-of-mouth effect was at play. He should stock up on more ingredients for the Water-Avoiding Beast Pill when restocking tomorrow.

He looked up at the sky; the sun was high in the sky.

Business is better than expected, but it's also exhausting. From morning till night, my mouth is constantly moving, and my mind is constantly working.

Is this what it feels like to be a stall owner?

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As dusk falls and the sun begins to set, the crowds in the market gradually thin out.

Fang He was preparing to pack up his stall when a figure appeared in front of it. He looked up, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Zhou Mingyuan.

The Zhou family steward, in his forties, had a calm face and piercing eyes.

He wore a long blue robe and had his family token hanging at his waist. He stood in front of the stall, quietly observing everything.

Fang He felt a pang of anxiety, but quickly calmed down.

What is he here for?

Buy pills? Or...?

"Manager Zhou."

Fang He stood up and bowed, her expression unchanged.

Zhou Mingyuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the banner of "Fang's Pill Workshop" and then looking at the pill bottles on the stall.

He picked up an ordinary Qi-nourishing pill and sniffed it lightly.

"The color is even, the aroma is rich, and the patterns are clear... Not bad."

Fang He did not respond.

He waited for the other person to speak.

Zhou Mingyuan put down the pills, his gaze falling on Fang He, his expression complex. After a moment, he spoke:

"The rogue cultivator who was worried about the conscription order back then is now an alchemist."

Fang He's heart stirred slightly.

He had just transmigrated and found a jade slip in a canal, worrying about the conscription order.

More than a year later, he had become a fifth-level alchemist.

Time really waits for no one.

"Manager Zhou is too kind."

Fang He said calmly, "Just trying to make a living."

Zhou Mingyuan glanced at him, then picked up a Water-Repelling Beast Pill and examined it closely: "Captain Chen used this Water-Repelling Beast Pill?"

"Yes. I gave him a few before."

"How was the result?"

"He is satisfied."

Zhou Mingyuan nodded and put the pill down.

He didn't buy it, but Fang He could sense that he remembered the name.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Mingyuan spoke: "Manage it well."

Fang He cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Steward Zhou."

Zhou Mingyuan turned and left, but stopped after a few steps:

"By the way... the Zhou family is currently short of some low-grade pills. If you have any, you can deliver them to the Zhou family's shop."

Fang He's eyes flickered slightly.

The Zhou family's business?

They came to us willingly?

He quickly made a mental calculation.

The Zhou family is a Foundation Establishment family with great influence on Qing'ao Island.

If we can establish a connection with the Zhou family, we won't have to worry about the sales of the elixirs.

However, the Zhou family's situation is also quite complex.

"Thank you for your kind words, Manager Zhou."

He cupped his hands and said, "But I've just opened a business, and my production is limited. I'm afraid I can't supply the Zhou family's needs."

Zhou Mingyuan glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Do what you can. No rush, we'll talk about it another day."

After saying that, he walked away with his hands behind his back, his figure gradually disappearing into the twilight.

Fang He watched him leave, her mind churning with emotions.

Why did Zhou Mingyuan appear at this time?

Fang He felt something was amiss at the time.

Now they're bringing up the Zhou family's business again...

Was it a test, or did she really covet his elixir?

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing his question.

In any case, this is a signal.

He needs more pills, a more stable supply, and greater production.