The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

"No need, Second Brother!"

Now that he had True Qi in his body, Chen Dong no longer processed the herbs one by one. Instead, he directly controlled all seventeen medicinal herbs, tossing them into the Alchemy Furnace all at once.

The Fox Daoist immediately cried out in alarm, "Ninth Brother, you can't do that! This goes against all Elixir Principles! The furnace will definitely explode! Take them out, quickly!"

"Don't worry, Second Brother. Your precious furnace will be fine!"

What Chen Dong was refining now was a simplified version of the Purple Jingyu Rong Pill. It could help stabilize Wang Wan'Er's injuries but wouldn't allow her to recover too quickly.

The Purple Jingyu Rong Pill was a top-tier elixir for healing and qi recovery. Chen Dong could have refined the complete version, but he couldn't do that right now. The moment Wang Wan'Er's injuries fully healed, it would put the 'Eight Immortals' on alert. Just like with the Wang Family, the response to someone they couldn't control was inevitably ruthless.

This alchemy session was a deliberate act by Chen Dong. He wanted to show the 'Eight Immortals' his value. Only a 'Ninth Brother' who couldn't escape yet could continuously generate profit for them would lull the 'Eight Immortals' into a false sense of security.

After a series of moves that bordered on showing off, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted from the Alchemy Furnace in less than ten minutes.

Chen Dong formed a Pill Formula with his hands, and six round, purple elixirs flew into his grasp.

The Fox Daoist's eyes widened. 'He actually managed to refine elixirs! And so quickly! Six of them!'

In all his years of alchemy, the most he had ever produced was three pills, and they were always unsightly. The appearance of Chen Dong's elixirs was far superior. Although he didn't know what grade Chen Dong's elixirs were, this level of skill truly left him in awe.

Recalling his earlier words, his old face flushed red. He felt the shame of having tried to show off his meager skills before a true master.

"Ninth Brother, could I take a look at the elixirs?"

"If Second Brother wants them, then please take them." Chen Dong generously gave three elixirs to the Fox Daoist. He handed the remaining three to Wang Wan'Er, cautioning her, "Your injuries are too severe. You can only take one for now."

Wang Wan'Er took the elixirs and nodded. She trusted Chen Dong's medical skills. She consumed one immediately, put the other two away, and began to regulate her breathing.

The Fox Daoist took an elixir, scraped off a tiny bit of powder with his fingernail, and placed it in his mouth to taste.

'The effects are gentle. It's a holy grail of healing for the Qi Cultivation Stage, but it's a little lacking for the Foundation Establishment Stage. It's a Second-Grade Elixir, no doubt. To think Ninth Brother is a Second-grade Alchemist… Judging by his technique, he's far more skilled than I am. He must have been trained from a young age. His background must be that of a descendant of some Golden Core Zhenren from the Qixia Sect. An ordinary Cultivator wouldn't have the financial resources to hone their alchemy skills like this.'

'Just as Big Brother said, when dealing with this Ninth Brother, it's best to build a friendly relationship if possible. We shouldn't turn against him unless absolutely necessary. Fortunately, since we met them, none of us brothers have harmed him. As long as we make good use of this person, it will be a massive opportunity for us brothers.'

Seeing the Fox Daoist's pensive expression, Chen Dong relaxed inwardly. 'Only now are Wang Wan'Er and I truly safe,' he thought. The next step was to win the trust of the 'Eight Immortals' and generate profit for them. This would also allow him to better understand the Wangyou Realm.

And so, Chen Dong threw himself into the task of concocting the Drunken Immortal Brew.

Once he figured out the mixing ratios, concocting the first and second courses of the Drunken Immortal Brew was quite simple. While the 'Eight Immortals' frantically gathered ingredients, the two brews took the Xiayun River region by storm in just a few short days.

After mastering the technique, Chen Dong could concoct twenty jars each of the first and second course brews for a cost of less than ten Spirit Stones. The 'Eight Immortals,' however, sold a set containing one jar of each brew for twenty Spirit Stones. Selling them separately was even more expensive: ten Spirit Stones for the first course and fifteen for the second. This profit margin of over forty times drove the 'Eight Immortals' wild. It was a much more comfortable and peaceful life than their previous one of fighting and killing for scraps.

In less than ten days, their income surpassed the value of a Single-Horned White Tiger Demon. Now, the Cultivators of Xiayun River began to abandon their old cultivation methods. Those in the Qi Cultivation Stage no longer took Qi Nourishing Pills, drinking the first course of Drunken Immortal Brew instead. Likewise, those in the Foundation Establishment Stage stopped eating Nourishing Yuan Pills and switched to the second course.

A bottle of ten Qi Nourishing Pills cost ten Spirit Stones, while one jar of Drunken Immortal Brew was equivalent to twenty Qi Nourishing Pills. The Nourishing Yuan Pills were a similar case. Although one jar of the second-course Drunken Immortal Brew wasn't quite equivalent to a full bottle of Nourishing Yuan Pills, its advantage was its low price. A bottle of ten Nourishing Yuan Pills was worth forty to fifty Spirit Stones, but a single jar of the second-course brew cost only fifteen Spirit Stones.

For a time, the 'Eight Immortals' couldn't keep up with the demand for their liquor business.

One day, Zhuang Zheng brought more news: Pavilion Master Zhou of the Treasure Hunting Pavilion wanted to pre-order five thousand jars of each brew, intending to sell them in the two neighboring cities.

This was a deal worth one hundred thousand Spirit Stones! Zhuang Zheng's heart burned with excitement, but as a veteran Cultivator who had been around the block, he didn't agree on the spot. Instead, he called the others over to discuss it.

This meeting wasn't held in Second Brother's cave dwelling, but in the main hall of the manor.

Chen Dong's value had earned him a certain degree of freedom. As long as he didn't leave the manor, and apart from being constantly watched by one of the 'Eight Immortals,' no one questioned what he did.

This discussion wasn't hidden from Chen Dong and Wang Wan'Er; in fact, they were called to join.

At first, Zhuang Zheng didn't state his business. He started by sending an inquisitive glance toward the Fox Daoist.

The Fox Daoist simply shook his head slightly. For the past ten days, he had been carefully observing Chen Dong's process, trying to learn the concoction technique, but the brew he made had none of the same effects.

Zhuang Zheng said nothing, assuming it was because the time had been too short. He didn't know that this was Chen Dong's deliberate intention. To prevent the 'Eight Immortals' from getting rid of him once he had served his purpose, Chen Dong had added many unnecessary steps to the process to confuse the old Daoist. Furthermore, the Fox Daoist was not capable of learning Chen Dong's herb refinement techniques in such a short period.