Chen Xia and his inner demon couldn't reach an agreement, so they ultimately settled on a compromise: implementing both plans simultaneously.
Chen Xia would establish his own immortal sect in East Jia State, striving to fully integrate into the region, while also assuming the role of the ruler of the Ten Thousand Mountains, claiming territory in East Jia State.
In simple terms, he would play both the hero and the villain.
This plan was quite feasible, and Chen Xia nodded in agreement before asking,
"What kind of sect should we establish? It can't be called the Blue Sky Sword Sea, right? If someone recognizes it, we'll be exposed."
"Choose a low-key name, one that disguises our identity but doesn't hold back. Make the reputation loud and clear. Build connections with the cultivators of East Jia State and create a new identity. Gradually integrate into East Jia State. If we succeed, our plan to dominate the entire immortal realm will be significantly accelerated."
"Alright, alright," Chen Xia nodded, waving his hand to change his green robe into a white one. "I'll head out now."
The inner demon waved his hand, opening a portal from the Great Death Realm directly to a lake in the Ten Thousand Mountains, allowing Chen Xia to pass through.
Since they were essentially one entity, the connection was seamless. Chen Xia emerged from the lake, took a step, and instantly left the Ten Thousand Mountains, arriving in East Jia State. He found a deserted spot, raised his hand, and a mountain gate materialized, with a few large characters carved into it:
**Heaven Pill Gate**
With another wave of his hand, the white robe he wore shifted slightly, and characters appeared on his chest, reading "Heaven Pill Ancestor."
The mountain gate was empty and desolate. Chen Xia walked in, and with a single step, a medicinal field spontaneously formed. He casually waved his hand, and the light of time began to flow, causing the herbs to grow rapidly, displaying a dazzling array of colors.
In just half an hour, what was once a barren and empty area now housed a rather imposing Heaven Pill Gate.
After completing all this, Chen Xia leisurely carved a sentence at the entrance:
"Pills for sale: Low-grade Dao pills, 300,000 spirit stones per pound."
After writing this, he set up a rocking chair at the entrance and waited patiently for opportunities to arrive.
This place was remote and rarely visited, but eventually, a passing cultivator noticed the newly established Heaven Pill Gate and stopped to curiously examine the unfamiliar sect before approaching for a closer look.
"Low-grade Dao pills, 300,000 spirit stones?!" exclaimed the Sea Inversing Realm cultivator in shock, turning to Chen Xia on the rocking chair and asking in confusion,
"How valuable are these low-grade Dao pills of yours? They're more expensive than top-grade medicines!"
"Read carefully," Chen Xia replied succinctly.
The Sea Inversing Realm cultivator frowned and continued to examine the sign, muttering,
"Low-grade Dao pills, 300,000 per... per pound?!"
Holy crap, they're selling them by the pound!
The cultivator was utterly stunned, pointing at the sign and stammering as he asked Chen Xia,
"Are you serious? Selling low-grade Dao pills by the pound at 300,000 per pound? Are you running a wholesale business here?"
Chen Xia shook his head, stood up from the rocking chair, and spoke with a heavy tone,
"Fellow cultivator, you may not know this, but when I was young, I saw many cultivators who couldn't afford expensive pills and were thus stuck at a bottleneck, unable to break through. Some even spent their entire lives trapped in a single realm, wasting their years chasing after something they could never obtain."
"At that time, I thought, if everyone could afford pills, wouldn't things be different?"
"That thought took root in my heart like a seed, sprouting, blooming, and bearing fruit. It set the young me on the path of alchemy, seeking my own Dao."
"Finally, I found it. My Dao is to make sure that everyone in East Jia State, and even the entire immortal realm, can afford expensive pills. Everyone should be able to break through their bottlenecks. I want to bring down the price of pills in the immortal realm and elevate the welfare of cultivators. This is the Dao I seek!"
"I am not a medicine god. I am merely doing my humble part. If you support me, you can invest 50 spirit stones to become a distinguished guest of Heaven Pill Gate. On the fourth day of every month, we have our 'Crazy Fourth Day,' where you can purchase pills at half price."
After Chen Xia's solemn and impassioned speech, the Sea Inversing Realm cultivator was also moved. He clasped his hands and bowed to Chen Xia, saying,
"Senior, your righteousness is truly admirable. With people like you in the immortal realm, how could it not flourish? If everyone in the immortal realm were like you, how could we be oppressed by the Divine Realm?"
"But..." the cultivator hesitated, "300,000 spirit stones is too much. I can't afford it. Senior, could you..."
"No problem, no problem. Just give me 50 spirit stones, and I'll register you as a distinguished guest. Then, on the fourth day of every month, you can come and buy pills at half price," Chen Xia said warmly with a smile.
"What kind of pills will be available then? Senior, you may not know this, but I've been longing for a top-grade spirit pill for a long time. It's just that the prices outside are too high, so..." the cultivator said with an embarrassed smile.
"Top-grade spirit pill?" Chen Xia frowned. Aren't top-grade spirit pills just used to feed dogs?
"Yes," the Sea Inversing Realm cultivator said, noticing Chen Xia's frown and quickly adding, "If it's too much trouble for you, Senior, then forget it. Buying top-grade spirit pills at half price is indeed too unreasonable..."
"Why didn't you say you wanted top-grade spirit pills earlier?" Chen Xia waved his hand, and a variety of top-grade spirit pills appeared before them, all of which he had refined over the years. He had so many that even the dogs stopped eating them, and he ended up tossing them around like pebbles for fun.
The Sea Inversing Realm cultivator had never seen such a sight. His eyes lit up as he eagerly asked Chen Xia,
"Senior, how much are these supreme-grade pills?"
"Well..." Chen Xia rubbed the tip of his nose and replied,
"Just give me 50 spirit stones, and you can pick two pounds to take with you. Don't eat too much, though. They're not nutritious—just junk food."
That was Chen Xia's assessment.
But in the Sea Inversing Realm cultivator's mind, only a few words echoed:
50 spirit stones, pick two pounds.
Holy crap.
This isn't just bringing down the price of pills—it's bringing down all the alchemists in the immortal realm!
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