Chapter 84: Dreadbloom Bloodline
Withered Orchid Villa.
The air carried a faint tang of orchid flowers in the main hall as Kinson Wexford leaned forward, eyes sharp with business. "Seventy percent's mine," he declared, voice firm, no room for haggle. "I handle the raw materials, run the sales channels—your job's just alchemy out those elixir pills. Half my cut goes to Senior Sister Lith, so seven out of ten's my floor"
"Deal! No problem." Lordi Payne agreed swiftly.
After all, his primary purpose to connect to Kinson Wexford was never to earn spirit stones from him but to persuade this Senior Brother becoming his backer. $tones were nice, but Kinson Wexford's protection was the real prize.
Kinson Wexford's current selling price was already profitable. Even after accounting for raw material costs—and without factoring in the potential future price increase from selling to the grand elder—each Bone Tempering Pill netted Lordi Payne 21 D$t. A quick calculation showed that this was more than enough to cover his impending fine to the Holy Sect on time.
And right now, that was all that mattered.
Lordi Payne fancied himself an expert in staying low-profile.
Or at least, he used to be. At this point, the Dao of Keeping Low-Profile had probably scrubbed his name from its records.
Still, he clung to the hope of redemption—one last chance to crawl back into the shadows and reclaim his title as the low-profile Cultivator who stay unseen.
But fine, whatever. Steady steps outlast wild leaps. And in the end, wasn't that the true path to the Great Dao?
Kinson nodded, satisfied to Lordi's reply. He shifted gears. "Grand Elder Quill's itching for Bone Tempering Pills—how many you got ready?"