Under Lilith's reminder, Ye Chuan eased his mindset and stopped obsessing over the missions related to Bai Qianshuang and the others. For him, time was still plentiful, and he had no urgent need to grow stronger. After all, his leveling speed was already remarkably fast. As for matters of the heart, being too calculating would only backfire.
The rest, he decided, could be left to time.
"..."
"Speaking of which, why hasn’t Lan Xiaoke finished reviving yet?" At night, Ye Chuan stared at the glowing orb on the bed, which had nearly taken up all the space. If not for the faint trace of Lan Xiaoke’s aura, he might have suspected she had died inside.
Wait—Lan Xiaoke was already dead (sad).
Just then, his phone vibrated. Ye Chuan picked it up and glanced at the screen—
Wang Yanran: Ye Chuan, are you free?
Ye Chuan: Yes.
Wang Yanran: The pills have all been sold. You mentioned before that you’d produce a batch of pills with different effects—those super-warriors are already looking forward to them.
Wang Yanran: Any idea when? Should we give them a release date?
"Oh?" Seeing Wang Yanran’s message, Ye Chuan nearly forgot what he was supposed to do.
He had swiped so many pill recipes from the Qingyun Sect—it was about time they were put to use.
"Got too caught up with Xiaoke and Qianshuang and forgot what I was supposed to do." Wang Yanran’s message served as a reminder. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Chuan opened the pill-refining interface on his phone.
"Hmm..." A thought suddenly struck him, and he immediately video-called Wang Yanran.
The call connected after a few rings.
The screen showed a hazy, steam-filled environment.
"Uh… are you in the bathroom taking a shower?" Ye Chuan asked, noting her surroundings.
"Yeah, I am."
"If you’re showering, you could’ve just rejected the call. No need to be so professional," Ye Chuan said, switching the video call to audio-only.
On the other end, Wang Yanran, soaking in the bath, let out a relieved sigh as the screen went dark—though for some reason, she also felt a twinge of disappointment.
"Yanran, the money we make from super-warriors is actually limited, right?" Ye Chuan’s voice came through again.
"Yes. Everyone’s funds are finite," Wang Yanran replied, unsure where he was going with this but agreeing nonetheless.
"The pills I make aren’t just effective for super-warriors—they work just as well for ordinary people," Ye Chuan continued.
"I want to sell medicine to the entire world."
"Ah…?" Wang Yanran froze for several seconds before processing his words. "You mean… you want to start a pharmaceutical company?"
"Exactly," Ye Chuan confirmed.
The idea had been brewing in his mind for a long time. While high-tier pills for super-warriors were valuable, even the basic healing and body-enhancing pills could bring substantial profits.
After all, pills like Tiger Strength Pills gradually lost their effectiveness with repeated use, and the number of super-warriors wouldn’t increase overnight. It made more sense to develop diluted versions for the general public.
Earning millions from super-warrior families was nothing compared to making a dollar from every ordinary person.
With his vast collection of pill recipes, Ye Chuan could easily grind a single pill into raw materials for hundreds of commercial medicines—each far superior to anything on the market.
"I see." After grasping his plan, Wang Yanran pondered for a moment. "I’ll find a suitable pharmaceutical company for you."
"But Ye Chuan, are you planning to hand over the recipes to someone else?"
If so, Wang Yanran thought it would be risky—strict oversight would be necessary.
"Of course not. I’ll handle everything myself."
"Wait, what?" Wang Yanran was stunned. "Ye Chuan, do you really think you can supply enough on your own?"
"Absolutely," Ye Chuan said.
His alchemy furnace was advanced enough that producing Tiger Strength Pills and Revitalizing Pills was as easy as snapping his fingers.
[Refining: Healing Pills x9999]
A single Healing Pill could serve as the base for dozens, even hundreds, of commercial medicines. Ye Chuan only needed to provide the raw materials—the pharmaceutical company could handle packaging and sales.
Of course, this was just a preliminary idea. Many details still needed refining.
"Alright, in that case, I’ll make the arrangements." Once she understood his intentions, Wang Yanran prepared to take charge personally.
The Wang family and Ye Chuan were practically allies now. Whatever he envisioned, Wang Yanran would do her best to realize it.
"Alright, I won’t disturb your bath any longer. I’ll hang up now."
"Okay."
After ending the call, Ye Chuan sat on the bed and took a sip of water.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again—
Ye Chuan glanced at the screen.
Wang Yanran: Found a pharmaceutical company we can collaborate with. We can meet tonight.
Ye Chuan: ?
Wait, you work that fast?
That’s some efficiency.
Ye Chuan: You really didn’t have to rush.
Wang Yanran: It just so happens I know a reliable friend who’s looking to sell her pharmaceutical business. We can take it over.
Reading her message, Ye Chuan figured it wouldn’t hurt.
Ye Chuan: Let’s schedule it for tomorrow.
Wang Yanran: Got it.
After the conversation ended, Ye Chuan exhaled as if relieved.
"Hmm?" A sudden realization struck him. While he could produce the raw materials himself, didn’t he have a limited stock of immortal herbs?
"Let me check…" He opened the herb garden interface.
"One Healing Pill requires one Healing Grass and one Healing Flower."
"They take a day to mature—not bad, since they’re just low-tier herbs." Feeling reassured, Ye Chuan bought tens of thousands of seeds and scattered them across the garden.
That should do it.
For the initial phase, Ye Chuan planned to only sell healing pills and a diluted version of the Tiger Strength Pills.
"It’d be great if there was a way to automate planting and harvesting," he mused, watching the tiny green sprouts in the garden.
After watering them, he suddenly noticed one Healing Grass glowing with a golden light.
"Oh? A rare variant?"
He tapped on the Healing Grass’s info.
[Plant: Healing Grass
Status: Seems to be developing sentience.]
"I heard cultivated immortal herbs have a small chance of gaining sentience, but I thought it was just a rumor." Ye Chuan quietly scanned his garden stats—he had invested a fortune into upgrading it.
"Not bad. Though you seem to be growing slower than your siblings," he muttered, stroking his chin.
"Maybe I should fertilize you with some of Little Black’s droppings?"
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