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With Su Changkong’s current strength, in the vicinity of Dafeng State City, apart from a few top-notch powerhouses, it’s actually quite difficult for anyone to pose a threat to him. Furthermore, those with such strength wouldn’t be interested in such small benefits.

Of course, it’s always wise to be cautious and adapt to changes as they come!

Having made an agreement with the man in the sheep-face mask, the next step was to earn money.

After leaving the Ghost Market, Su Changkong rented a secluded manor within Dafeng State City as the site for his alchemy. He then purchased a pill furnace and other necessary items for setting up the pill refining room, none of which cost much money.

Su Changkong decided to refine Qi-Blood Pills, thanks to the previous demand surge while attempting Qi Blood Seven Transformation, he had high proficiency in making Qi-Blood Pills, which meant a higher chance of successfully producing them.

Not only that, Qi-Blood Pills were needed by ninety percent of martial artists. Body Refinement martial artists needed them to step into the Qi-Blood Realm, and those already in the Qi-Blood Realm required them to complete their Blood Refining. The demand was significant for all martial artists below the Qi Blood Seven Transformation, making it easier to sell!

Su Changkong changed his appearance and went out to buy herbs. He was very careful, purchasing from different shops.

After completing his purchases, Su Changkong checked whether anyone was following him and intentionally took a circuitous route, circling several times before returning to the manor.

“Start the alchemy!”

Su Changkong began to refine Qi-Blood Pills. One ingredient after another was added to the pill furnace. He was so familiar with the refining process and details that it became second nature to him.

Su Changkong was determined to challenge the limits of his money-making ability!

Su Changkong estimated that, on average, he could produce about three Qi-Blood Pills per batch. If he worked overtime, devoting the time he would usually spend on martial practice to alchemy, he could refine ten batches a day, resulting in an average of 30 successful Qi-Blood Pills!

Even if he sold each Qi-Blood Pill at a lower price to facilitate sales, through high volume turnover, he could sell them for 1,500 taels each. Thirty Qi-Blood Pills would yield a value of 45,000 silver taels!

After subtracting the cost, which was 30,000 silver taels, this meant a net profit of 15,000 silver taels a day, amounting to 450,000 silver taels a month!

This was no doubt a number that could make an ordinary person’s breath stop, virtually a money-printing machine that brought in a fortune each day.

The majority of alchemists can consider themselves skilled if they manage not to lose money on their craft.

This was the terrifying aspect of a high-tier Alchemist, and it marked the limit of Su Changkong’s current ability to earn money!

Of course, it consumed Su Changkong’s time and energy, such high-intensity alchemy meant he didn’t even have time to practice martial arts every day, effectively trading his cultivation time for money.

For a martial artist of Su Changkong’s caliber, his time was something money couldn’t buy.

But in order to refine the Monster Martial Pill, Su Changkong had no choice but to endure this hardship for a while.

Su Changkong started what could only be described as a relentless pursuit of alchemy. Each day, apart from eating, taking short naps to recover energy, and spending a brief time practicing the Five Animal Frolics in the morning and evening, he devoted all his remaining time to alchemy.

A month passed, and Su Changkong paid the price of a month’s hard work along with his remaining hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, which were all expended. The result was nearly 900 Qi-Blood Pills!

This was, without doubt, an astonishing number.

“So tired… I’ll rest for tonight, and tomorrow, I’ll go to the Ghost Market and sell all the pill medicines!”

Looking at the ninety small bottles filled with Qi-Blood Pills, Su Changkong took a bath, lay down, and began the Turtle Breath Technique to restore his physical strength and spirits.

Su Changkong was quite literally penniless at the moment. He needed to sell all these Qi-Blood Pills at the Ghost Market, turn them into money, then buy more medicinal herbs, start the pill furnace again, and maintain his extreme money-making ability!

Upon reflection, if after all the energy and effort he has put in, the refining of the Monster Martial Pill failed, it would mean all his work had been in vain, and the blow would be quite heavy!

But Su Changkong was no longer the greenhorn he once was; even if the refining of the Monster Martial Pill indeed failed, he could withstand the hit!

At worst, he would feel bad for several years…

“Why think about failure before it even begins? That’s not good!”

Su Changkong shook his head, amused at his own train of thought, discarding these stray ideas from his mind. Regardless of success or failure, he had to put in all his effort. Effort might not guarantee success, but without it, failure was certain!

In the blink of an eye, time moved to the following night, the day when the Ghost Market opened mid-month. Early in the day, Su Changkong left Dafeng State City with his bag full of Qi-Blood Pills, remaining vigilant to see if anyone was following him, because it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

At night, the full moon hung high in the sky.

As usual, East Forest Mountain’s Ghost Market was open, with people concealing their identities coming and going. Some had set up small stalls selling goods that were difficult to dispose of on the open market, intentionally keeping their voices low to avoid attracting too much attention.

However, at this time, the people in the market were involuntarily drawn to one individual. No other reason but the fact that this person was too conspicuous!

Nearly two meters tall, with a broad waist and rounded shoulders, his bulging muscles strained against the loose robe, clearly outlining the contours of the muscles beneath his skin, and his face was covered with a bull mask, striding like a dragon and a tiger.

Majestic! Powerful! Solid!

These were the first impressions that the man with the bull mask left on people.

Even though the majority of martial artists are usually tall, this bull mask-wearer still stood out distinctly with his visible strength.

“Who is this person? I’ve been coming to the Ghost Market for months, and I definitely would have remembered him. Could this be his first time here?”

“Glug… Where did this powerful man come from? Unbearable! Those chest muscles are too big, too tempting!”