The best almighty cultivator

Chapter 11 Configuring Beauty Essence

After leaving Baicaotang.

Ye Chen bought ten more small glass bottles on the way, and then went straight home.

The thought that crossed Ye Chen's mind was caused by an advertisement he saw on the road not long ago.

Women love beauty, and often spend a lot of money for a beautiful face.

In Ye Chen's previous life, as a fairy master who was proficient in the art of alchemy and medicine, it was not easy to prepare some medicinal liquids for beauty and beauty.

Moreover, in the inheritance, there are formulas about Zhuyan Dan, beauty essence and so on.

Although Zhuyan Pill cannot be refined, it is completely possible for Ye Chen to prepare some liquid medicine.

Those beauty products in the advertisement cost tens of thousands of yuan, Ye Chen didn't believe that the effect of those drugs could compare to the beauty liquid he prepared.

So when Ye Chen left Baicaotang, he immediately bought all the medicinal materials needed to prepare the beauty serum.

After returning home, Ye Chen immediately summoned the Hongmeng Cauldron floating in his mind.

At the same time, I arranged the purchased medicinal materials by category, sat cross-legged, and spent about 10 minutes to calm down.

After feeling that there were no distracting thoughts in his mind, Ye Chen followed the order of the formula and put the prepared medicinal materials one by one into the Hongmeng Cauldron suspended in front of him.

Every time a plant of medicinal material was put in, the Hongmeng Cauldron would tremble slightly. Upon closer inspection, the medicinal material put into it actually melted into a ball of liquid the size of a thumb.

These are the essence of the whole medicinal material, as for the residue, I don't know where it was taken by Hongmeng Cauldron.

The whole configuration process went very smoothly. It only took about an hour, and the ten bottles of beauty essence were neatly placed in front of Ye Chen.

Looking at the ten bottles of liquid medicine in front of him, Ye Chen seemed to have seen the scene where he had successfully entered the Qi refining stage.

After fantasizing happily, Ye Chen returned to the bed and fell asleep.

Combining work and rest is the kingly way. It is quite laborious to prepare the beauty serum, and Ye Chen also feels a little sleepy with his current physique.

The next day, Ye Chen chose to skip class again as a matter of course.

Although the college entrance examination is coming soon, Ye Chen is not too worried. As long as he successfully enters the Qi refining period, the college entrance examination and the like will not be a problem at all.

But Ye Chen didn't know that he didn't go to school, but he was quite popular.

For example Ling Qiuxue.

"Dead Yechen, dead wood, you are amazing at kung fu, don't let me catch you, I'm so mad."

In the classroom of Grade [-] and Class [-] of Qingshui No. [-] Middle School, Ling Qiuxue was sulking all by herself.

The last time she was downstairs in the teaching building, when she turned to leave, she secretly glanced at Ye Chen, thinking that he came back to chase her and apologized to herself.

But I didn't expect that the wood didn't have this awareness at all.

The current Ye Chen gave her a very strange feeling.

In the past, Ye Chen never skipped class, but now, he skipped class almost every day.

She was very curious about what happened to Ye Chen that could change him so much.

But Ye Chen didn't know this, at this time Ye Chen was wearing a mask, a large peaked cap, and a bulging backpack on his back.

On closer inspection, it looks a bit like a robber robbing a bank.

However, the purpose of Ye Chen's trip was not the bank, but the largest commodity trading market in Qingshui City.

Qingshui Street.

Qingshui Street has a great reputation in the entire Changchuan Province and even the whole country, and many people come here to visit it.

Qingshui Street is a collection of antique calligraphy and paintings, medicinal materials, and various heresy items. All kinds of strange items can be seen here.

The entire street is nearly 1500 meters long, with various shops on both sides, and several small squares in the middle of the street.

The purpose of Ye Chen's trip is one of the small squares.

These small squares are the busiest places on Qingshui Street.

In this small square, there are fortune-telling stalls, Fengshui stalls, marriage seekers, and medicine stalls. Anyway, there are all kinds of strange things.

In these small squares, as long as you pay a certain security management fee, you can have a place to set up a stall here.

Ye Chen planned to sell the beauty essence he prepared here.

As for why not go to those cosmetic stores or Baicaotang, Ye Chen has his own considerations.

With the efficacy of these ten bottles of beauty essence, it will definitely cause a sensation, but Ye Chen just doesn't want to cause too much sensation.

So Ye Chen chose to be fully armed and used the beauty essence here.

Then take the money to buy the medicinal materials you need, and enter the Qi refining period as soon as possible.

After Ye Chen came to Qingshui Street, he paid a management fee of several hundred yuan and got five days to set up a stall.

Taking a piece of fabric from the stall, he came to the small square, found a place under a big tree, took out a bottle of beauty essence and placed it on the stall.

After finishing everything, Ye Chen had time to look around.

Not far from Ye Chen is a Feng Shui stall and a stall selling various items.

The two stall owners were trying their best to yell at the passers-by:
"When you pass by, don't miss it. The ancestral Feng Shui secret technique only costs ten yuan for a book."

"The whole show is ten yuan, only ten yuan, you can't buy ten yuan, you can't lose money, you can't buy ten yuan, you can't be fooled, if you grab it, you make money."

Looking away, after waiting for a long time to find that no one came forward to ask him, Ye Chen simply crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and sat up in meditation.

This move seemed very out of place with the shouting stall owners around, causing many pedestrians to look sideways.

However, there were many people watching, but none of them came forward to inquire.

Ye Chen spent the whole day in meditation, without eating or even drinking a sip of water.

From morning to 6 o'clock in the afternoon, no one came forward to inquire.

This made Ye Chen feel very shocked. Although he had a bad start, he could think about it. After all, it was the first day, and everything was difficult at the beginning.

At around 6 p.m., when Ye Chen was about to close the stall, the middle-aged man who read Fengshui not far away came over with a lunch box and handed it to Ye Chen, saying:

"Little brother, I see that you haven't eaten all day. This is for you. Don't be disgusted. It's not easy to come out to ask for a living."

The middle-aged man was acquainted, and he sat down beside Ye Chen regardless of Ye Chen's reaction.

Putting the lunch box in front of Ye Chen, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it skillfully, took a deep puff and said:

"Little brother, let's set up a stall for the first time."

Ye Chen didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

Seeing Ye Chen nodding, the middle-aged man smiled, and continued:

"I was the same as you when I came out a few years ago. I didn't understand anything for the first time. You don't think it's easy to set up a stall. In fact, there is a lot of knowledge here. Look at you. There is only a bottle in front of you. What is it selling? How much is the price? I don’t know anything, and no one will come up to ask.”

"Also, you have to yell, if you don't yell, how will others notice you."

After saying this, the middle-aged man didn't know if he remembered something or something, but he just stopped talking anyway.

After smoking a cigarette, he ignored Ye Chen and went straight back to his booth, yelling again.

After the middle-aged man left, Ye Chen took a deep look at the middle-aged man, and whispered to himself:
"thanks".

Ye Chen did not refuse the middle-aged man's kindness, packed his backpack, picked up the lunch box that the middle-aged man put in front of him, and left Qingshui Street.

(End of this chapter)