“Impossible!!!”
The moment I uttered ‘Xianlu Ninefold,’ Musicheng was clearly rattled.
He flatly denied what I said.
“Young lady, you must be responsible for your words,” Musicheng said. “Anyone can count numbers, but if you can’t deliver on your claims, Xianlu Magic Potion Shop will lose its credibility.”
“This is Ninefold Potion. Why don’t you try it?”
I took the Ninefold Potion out from my leg band and placed it on the lectern.
Musicheng was stunned.
Suddenly, he grabbed the potion and hugged it to his chest, speaking with great seriousness, “Potion testing takes time. We’ll take it back for examination.”
“No need for all that trouble. I’ll announce the formula right now. The formula is… Angelica, Goji Berry…”
“Cut! Cut! Turn off the livestream! Turn it off now!”
Veins bulged on Musicheng’s forehead as he roared for the cameras to be shut down.
“It’s fine. Tonight, I’ll publish the formula on the Xianlu Magic Potion Shop Official Website. And tomorrow, the shop will start selling Tenfold Potions.”
After I finished, I didn’t forget to bow to Musicheng:
“Thank you for going through so much effort to invite reporters and help Xianlu Magic Potion Shop hold a new product launch. Thank you for treating me to barbecue, truly, thank you! The Mu Family really has such grace!”
Huh? Why did Musicheng just leave?
“Mr. Mu! Mr. Mu, why are you leaving… Mr. Mu? I haven’t even thanked you properly yet, Mr. Mu? The launch isn’t over?”
Musicheng walked even faster.
Pffft.
So that’s it, huh.
The launch ended in a rush.
Musicheng being able to present an Eightfold Potion was honestly beyond my expectations… after all, this technology has already far surpassed Earth’s scientific bottlenecks.
But it seems that’s all there is.
“Let’s go.” I tugged at Cluru.
We came full of excitement but left disappointed. I thought the Mu Family had truly transformed… What a shame.
At least in the Potion business, the Mu Family probably won’t be able to stir up much anymore.
Still, one must never underestimate an opponent.
If the Mu Family can come up with Ninefold Potion, it means they truly are making progress—maybe they’ve really come into contact with higher civilizations from outer space…
This time, the aliens brought out Ninefold Potion.
Next time, it could be Ninetyfold!
The world is vast—who can say?
At the Sect of Immortal Dew, the first batch of Apprentices are nearly ready to graduate.
They’ll soon join the refining market, officially launching the first wave of resistance on the battlefield of crafting, long dominated by the Mu Family.
I must be cautious.
A cultivator must never underestimate any enemy.
.
I returned to the sect with Cluru.
On the way, flying through the air, Cluru still looked very serious.
“Musicheng is cunning and calculating. I don’t believe he’d really lose his composure…”
“Do you think it’s possible he truly lost his composure this time?”
“Unlikely. Even if he did, it must be part of a strategy. He definitely has a backup plan.”
“Yeah, I’ll be careful.”
There are many people in this world skilled at hiding their true selves. I won’t be fooled by a momentary display of ugliness.
No matter who it is.
“Master, Master Sister, good afternoon.”
When we arrived home, Linno and Zhang Yin were standing neatly on the Sword Rest Platform, respectfully greeting us the moment we appeared.
I nodded slightly to show I heard, my attitude neither warm nor cold.
But Cluru cheerfully and affectionately took both their hands. “Come on, come on! Let’s keep playing~~”
The two exchanged a glance, smiling helplessly as they followed Cluru away.
In Linno and Zhang Yin’s eyes, Master Sister was a child raised in luxury from birth.
She must have grown up with a silver spoon, doted on by her parents, surrounded by endless playmates, which is why she’s so bright and outgoing.
That’s right, bright and outgoing.
In their eyes, this Master Sister truly was passionate and gentle, doting on her Junior Brother and Junior Sister in every possible way.
Whenever Master raised her voice, Master Sister would step in to speak for them.
Whenever Master punished them, Master Sister would help shoulder the blame.
She always seemed so happy.
She was always smiling.
As if no one in the world could possibly be happier than her.
Such a life really is enviable.
[Ugh, internet beggars!]
[Yun Luo Xian only took you in as disciples out of pity. If you weren’t sick, you’d be nothing!]
[Think about it, do you really deserve to be there?]
At night, Linno and Zhang Yin scrolled numbly through their account’s private messages.
Ever since they joined the sect, they’ve been scolded constantly.
Donghuang netizens are always full of malice.
Because most of them are unhappy, they want everyone to be unhappy.
Seeing all this abuse—some even from those who once supported and helped them get treatment—the two couldn’t help but feel miserable.
A sense of loneliness welled up.
All these years, they’d fought against illness.
With no family, they’d relied on themselves to ‘beg’ online.
They’d wondered if there was any point in living like this…
But.
They got used to it.
When the torment of illness becomes a habit, when selling your misfortune for sympathy becomes a way of life, numbness erases the idea that death could be relief.
So they kept scraping by.
Surviving, not knowing what for.
Until Yun Luo Xian appeared.
Then they realized…
Something had changed.
And this change, of course, was a good thing.
They no longer needed to beg for sympathy to survive.
After so many years, they had sold away all but a shred of dignity.
The instant Yun Luo Xian appeared, they suddenly felt respected again…
That feeling was wonderful!
Suddenly, the world’s goodness was spread out before their eyes.
What normal people take for granted was always out of reach for people like them…
But now, they could have all that.
Even fame, power—within easy reach!
The Refining Department respectfully called them ‘Senior Uncle.’
People came bearing gifts, treating them as if they were powerful leaders.
Everywhere in the sect, all they heard were words of praise…
Such a life was truly wonderful!
So wonderful, they were afraid it was a dream—afraid it might shatter at any moment, taken away by someone else.
So.
They trained desperately hard.
They knew this was the best—and probably only—chance they’d ever have. They had to seize it and change their fate!
So.
They had to serve those two who could decide their destinies with all their heart.
Master Sister.
Master.
They gave them all this happiness.
They were like reborn parents—kindness as heavy as a mountain!
They absolutely couldn’t offend them, or be driven off the mountain, couldn’t… couldn’t go back to that old life! They would never want to return!
For this, they’d give up anything!
“If you’ve got a foul mouth, go see a doctor. Jealous that I got chosen by Yun Luo Xian? Don’t worry, you’ll never have that chance.”
Staring at the endless stream of abuse, Zhang Yin finally couldn’t hold back.
The pressure of always treading on eggshells in the sect had built up over many days, and for the first time in his life, he fired back at those who cursed him.
If this was before, he’d never have dared, afraid to offend anyone—anyone could have been a lifeline.
But now, he had confidence.
He was starting to change.