I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 138
Sixty-one Dragons (2)
Uncle Zong looked at the spiritual plants that were significantly better in quality compared to the ones before. His face flushed with excitement, and he exclaimed, “Good! Good! Good!”
Even somewhat simple-minded-looking Uncle Chen widened his eyes slightly, a gleam of excitement flashing in his gaze. “These are Grade 2? Not Grade 3 or 4?”
Uncle Zong laughed and patted his shoulder, giving him a teasing look. “Weren’t you all skeptical before?”
Uncle Chen felt a little embarrassed. “Well, I didn’t know…”
Auntie Hua was also very happy. She held Auntie Yun’s hand and said, “Yun’er, this is wonderful.”
Mu Wanwan touched her face and said, “Uncle Zong, about that elixir…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Uncle Zong interrupted her. He looked at her seriously with his brown eyes and reached out to wipe his face with his large hand. “Lassie, listen to me.”
Mu Wanwan thought something was wrong and nodded to signal for him to continue.
“Actually, no one is capable of doing everything. Each of us has our strengths and weaknesses, and that’s okay…”
As he spoke, he looked at Auntie Yun as if asking for help.
Auntie Yun decisively took over the conversation. “That’s right, it’s not like we have to have that elixir. We’re already very happy that you brought us so many spiritual plants. You shouldn’t take it to heart…”
Mu Wan Wan couldn’t help but feel both amused and moved. It seemed like this couple had already prepared themselves for her failure. Even so, they were willing to let her try. Feeling warmth in her heart, Mu Wanwan couldn’t bear to see them continue to comfort themselves. She simply took out the elixirs she had prepared earlier and placed them on the table, one bottle at a time.
With each bottle she placed, the comforting voices of the couple grew fainter. By the time she placed all twelve bottles of Spirit Returning Pills neatly on the table, the only sounds in the courtyard were the rustling of the wind and the gasps of astonishment.
“There are only twelve bottles of Spirit Returning Pills, plus three extra ones that I’ve kept in this smaller bottle,” Mu Wan Wan said, then she took out the Condensed Snow Pills. “This bottle contains Condensed Snow Pills.”
“Holy shit.” Uncle Zong couldn’t hold back any longer. The beast patterns on his face emerged, not just the three marks that Mu Wanwan had seen before, but four and a half vivid red imprints. “You even refined Condensed Snow Pills?!”
Taken aback by the beast patterns on his face, Mu Wanwan nodded belatedly. “But I only managed to refine two.”
“Two!” Now, even Auntie Yun couldn’t remain calm. “Are you saying you refined two Condensed Snow Pills?”
Mu Wanwan admitted graciously, “Yes. They’re Grade 1 pills. Take a look, Auntie Yun.”
She handed the porcelain-white jade bottle to Auntie Yun.
With trembling hands, Auntie Yun carefully opened the jade bottle, and a rich medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out. She quickly sealed the bottle again. Meanwhile, Uncle Chen opened a small bottle of Spirit Returning Pills and sealed it a moment later. A bright smile spread across his face, “Brother Lei, you’ve really found a treasure this time.”
“The quality of these Grade 1 Spirit Returning Pills is much better than the usual ones of the same grade. I suggest pricing them at one and a half medium-grade spirit stones,” Uncle Chen said, returning to his cheerful demeanor. “I can feel that the medicinal power inside is very pure, with very few impurities.”
Uncle Zong had a complicated expression on his face. He smiled proudly at Uncle Chen while feeling his cheeks smarting slightly—just yesterday, he was bragging to his buddies, saying that Mu Wanwan would probably be able to bring a dozen-odd Spirit Returning Pills this time, but most likely no Condensed Snow Pills.
But now, she had brought more than a hundred pills, and there were Condensed Snow Pills too. Facing his good friend’s ambiguous smile, he couldn’t tell if it was teasing or envious, and he felt particularly embarrassed.
However, he was still mostly feeling happy. Moreover, he had also lost his composure just now and exposed his true strength.
Mu Wanwan also noticed it, but she didn’t say anything. Ever since she advanced in rank, she had guessed that Uncle Zong couldn’t possibly be only a Rank 3 cultivator. She had speculated he might be Rank 4, and now it seemed that Uncle Zong was a strong cultivator who was about to reach Rank 5.
For a Rank 1 cultivator, a medium-grade spirit stone could potentially be their entire fortune. Even Rank 2 cultivators weren’t affluent, and having ten or so medium-grade spirit stones would be considered good.
But when one reached Rank 3, there would be a breakthrough leap in their financial resources. A Rank 3 cultivator with some savings might possess one or two treasures.
Mu Wanwan had previously noticed that Uncle Zong owned shops in two markets and was quite generous with his spending, so he shouldn’t be just a Rank 3 cultivator, and now it proved to be true. She still wasn’t even able to sense Uncle Zong’s aura now; he was probably even stronger than what the beast patterns indicated.
“Xiao Qian, what do you think about us splitting the profits in a 20-80 ratio?” Uncle Chen suggested. “You take 80, and we take 20.”
Uncle Zong also recovered himself. “Right, even though we will help with the sale and provide the seeds, those don’t count for much. Uncle Zong will be thick-skinned and take 10%, and the remaining 10% shall be labour fees.”
Mu Wanwan shook her head, “Uncle Zong, it’s not like the seeds are easy to obtain, and selling these goods is not going to be effortless either. I believe a 40-60 split would be more appropriate.”
Auntie Yun glared at her, “What are you talking about? The alchemists they collaborated with in the past always took a 90-10 split. A 20-80 split is already taking advantage of you, yet you’re suggesting 40=60. Don’t be foolish.”
Mu Wanwan, “…”
It was her first time seeing Auntie Yun speak so sharply and energetically, and she was a little at a loss for words.
