Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Elder Bai did not expect that she would be so persistent in winning the melee, so he couldn't bear to ask, "Jiang Su... why are you doing this?"

Jiang Su took off the black card, returned to his normal figure, and climbed up the big black iron silkworm chrysalis that was now a hill in a few steps. He was extremely calm and said, "For money, two thousand high-grade Yuan stones, how can I afford to pay for it?"

Elder Bai was still puzzled, "Then why does it have to be a victory in the melee?"

"Fit the fork."

"..."

Elder Bai was silent for a long time and couldn't help but sigh, "You are worthy of being a member of our Shifang Sect. You will definitely have a place in our sect in the future. After this matter is over, I will take you to meet the elder of the Affairs Hall. You can talk to him more." study."

"Business Hall? Do you mean their money-making mentality of fining people to earn money from their disciples?"

Elder Bai smiled kindly, his eyes twinkling, "No, he is the most pretentious among us elders."

Jiang Su bowed his hands solemnly and said, "Thank you, elder."

Elder Bai stroked his beard and looked regretful, "But the rules of the melee are that only one person should be left on the stage. If you leave them all on the stage, even if you circle them, it will be useless."

Jiang Su calmly knocked on the iron silkworm chrysalis, pressed the switch, and the shape changed.

When Jiang Su first got in, it was in the shape of a pupa, but now it was in the shape of a birdcage. After she pressed the switch, it was shaped like a huge cylinder.

The girl in green sat on the top platform and took out the alchemy furnace. "It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. They'll take their time."

She just happened to refine some elixirs and wait until these people were all injured before selling them.

Turn on the stove over high heat, simmer over low heat, and place the glass bottles around. The elixir is produced very quickly.

The monks who originally came here to watch the show lost their temper due to Jiang Su's actions. They either dispersed or sat on the ground to meditate and practice, waiting for the result of a competition.

Suddenly someone remembered that Jiang Su was refining elixirs and shouted loudly, "Junior sister, can you sell the elixirs?"

Jiang Su immediately looked over and said, "Of course I'm selling it, it's right here, come on."

The monk flew to the column and said, "Junior sister, what pills do you have and what's the price? I'm a sword cultivator."

"..." Sword cultivators are poor, and elixirs are sold cheaply.

Jiang Su: "No more selling, you can go down."

The monk chuckled, "You're just kidding, junior sister, I want some flesh and blood pills. Do you have any?"

Flesh and Blood Pill, raw flesh and blood.

In Jiang Su's mind, this thing is called Hou Shi Dan. Every time she went berserk and stabbed someone, this thing was used to settle the aftermath, and her broken fingers and arms grew back.

So flesh and blood pills...she has countless of them in her hand. Every time I have spare money, I need to refine hundreds of them. Practice makes perfect, and she already has an exclusive refining method with a 500% elixir yield rate!
"Junior sister, I heard that this elixir is difficult and has a low elixir yield rate, so I'll just get half of it in one furnace to protect my body."

Jiang Su looked up at him with a half-smile, "Okay."

Two hundred and five pills, five in one bottle, fifty bottles in total, big customer.

Jiang Su took out the materials from the storage bag and poured them into the alchemy furnace with a smooth flow of movements.

There is a medicine in the Blood and Flesh Pill that needs to be concocted in the middle of refining, so this is also the reason why it is difficult.

She called the fire into the fire gate by pinching the secret, and her consciousness entered the alchemy furnace, and her method was... to concoct it with her consciousness!

The fresh spiritual grass was beaten dozens of times, and finally the concoction was kneaded by the stove, and the remaining hay was used as an elixir material.

During the whole process, the girl in green had a calm temperament and was able to do it with ease. Even the fingertips making the secrets looked like a dance cultivator doing a fingertip fairy dance, like the Immortal Lord Bai Yujing casting a spell to bring blessings.

The breeze was rustling, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The monk who asked for the elixir was not a sword cultivator, he just carried a sword on his back, but in fact he was a plant cultivator. The flesh and blood elixir had an effect that no one knew about, which was that grinding it into powder could bring the precious fairy grass and fairy flowers back to life.

The potions that are usually used to treat plants are extremely expensive. Those alchemy cultivators don't even know how to make medical treatments with these things, so they never give them discounts. He is a farmer and has to carefully calculate each seedling. How could he buy expensive ones?

"Ding--"

A trace of hot steam emerged from the gap in the stove lid.

Jiang Su suddenly stood up, and the stove lid flew up, releasing hot air like a mushroom cloud.

She hooked her hand and motioned for the monk to come over.

"Look, I produced 510 pieces in this furnace. Since you said you wanted half the furnace, that's 255 grains. There are three middle-grade Yuan stones for one grain on the market. The total is 765 middle-grade Yuan stones. You bought more. , I’ll count you 760.”

Jiang Su stepped aside and let him see clearly with his own eyes.

The monk opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the truly "half-furnace" of pills. He was already dumbfounded.

He looked at Jiang Su with a horrified look. After calming down, he reached in and fished out, "It's impossible. Dan Xiu told me that there are ten pills in one batch, so the price is high..."

Jiang Su raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him with pity, and said bluntly, "You have been fooled. A serious alchemy practitioner should at least take fifty pills per batch, and a person with a little talent can take a hundred pills, and he will never only have ten pills. This is not an extremely precious elixir."

The monk turned pale instantly, and when he heard that he had lost money, he felt as if he had been killed. "Then you have so much... you are..."

Jiang Su looked calm and nodded, "Yes, I am a medical genius and naturally proficient in pharmacology."

"..."

At this time, a group of monks had gathered around, and they were all led to the iron column by Jiang Su's series of smooth movements.

"Really or not, so powerful?"

"Junior sister, may I ask your name? I have never heard of such a powerful medical cultivator in my sect."

"Oh my God, it's really a pot of flesh and blood pills."

Jiang Su's eyebrows were cold and cold, and he said calmly, "Medical cultivator, Jiang Su, has just joined the cabinet not long ago."

Just now, when the monk saw that all the brothers and sisters around him were praising her, and even wanted to jump in the queue to share some flesh and blood pills, his head got hot, so he immediately took out his wallet to pay for the pills, and left with a big bag full of glass bottles. .

When the other monks had almost divided the pot of pills, the iron pillars under their feet suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Su frowned slightly, thinking that the melee inside was over.

"Everyone, give way. The competition is about to end."

After a breath, the iron column suddenly opened a hole at the top, and a monk flew out, shouting angrily, "Jiang Su, come out, I must teach you a lesson today!"

Jiang Feng's face was ashen, he stepped on a silver sword, and the gray clothes he had just changed into became tattered.

Jiang Su looked at the injuries on this man's body in surprise.

With just a few glances, she had already seen five tooth marks on his shoulders, more than a dozen stab wounds on his arms, burns on his thighs and...

Why does he have leg hair on his right leg but not on his left leg?

Jiang Feng saw no one when he came out. He looked at the iron cage at his feet and closed his eyes gently.

"Jiang Su...come out."

No one answered, only fellow Shifang sects who were watching the show filled the sky.

He seemed to have figured out something. The long sword was inserted into the iron wall and slid down smoothly from the 90-degree iron wall.

At a certain moment, a foot suddenly flew out and kicked him on the head.

Jiang Feng instantly grabbed the man's ankle and said, "Got it."