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Changsun Shuiming's life had never been as fulfilling as it was now. Visitors came and went incessantly, whether they were acquaintances or strangers; even those cultivators he had only met once would come to strike up a conversation. Even some high-ranking cultivators who had previously looked down on him now treated him like an old friend.
All of this was due to the individual residing on the top floor of Yan Wu Studio. He had not anticipated that the four types of elixirs would be so in demand. If it weren't for the controlled sales, the scene would likely be even more chaotic. Nevertheless, he was already overwhelmed with work.
He had suggested to Zuo Dao that they hire a few more people, but his suggestion was rejected. Zuo Dao told him not to worry about staffing issues. What he needed to focus on was doing his own job well, so as not to reveal any weaknesses.
However, today seemed particularly troublesome. Looking at the person seated before him, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
Xi Shui Nan was sitting leisurely beside him, savoring his tea. He had long known about the release of the four elixirs from Yan Wu Studio but had not expected the profits to be so substantial. Watching the throngs of people outside, he too wanted to take control of Yan Wu Studio, but the implications were too great; he couldn't afford to appear too eager.
He was here today merely to test the waters; he didn't care much about the sales of elixirs—what he truly valued was the Spirit Pill.
Since Yan Wu Studio launched these four elixirs, various factions in Chaos City had been trying to acquire them. Yet no matter how hard their alchemists worked, they could not fully decipher the Spirit Pill.
Seeing Changsun Shuiming looking somewhat constrained, Xi Shui Nan couldn't help but smile slightly.
He did not directly propose a trade for the Spirit Pill; instead, he expressed a desire to meet the alchemist from Yan Wu Studio. He had expected Changsun Shuiming to agree readily, but after half an hour of back and forth, he still hadn't received a clear answer.
However, observing Changsun Shuiming's current state gave him a sense of accomplishment. Like many spoiled young masters, Changsun Shuiming's behavior clearly conveyed his apprehension towards Xi Shui Nan. This alone provided Xi Shui Nan with a sense of achievement.
"Changsun, is Yan Wu Studio really under your control? Why can't we get this alchemist to come out after such a long time?" Despite his satisfaction, after several rounds of tea without any sign of the alchemist appearing, Xi Shui Nan began to grow impatient and his tone turned slightly harsh.
"Young Master Xi, you can't blame me for this. Although I am the owner of Yan Wu Studio, the alchemist is someone we invited here; you should understand that," Changsun Shuiming replied with a knowing glance.
"That may be true," Xi Shui Nan said thoughtfully as he set down his teacup. "People like him tend to have their pride. Moreover, considering that he can concoct such remarkable elixirs, even if he's a bit difficult, it should be manageable."
Changsun Shuiming could only suppress a laugh at Xi Shui Nan's musings while nodding in agreement. The flattering remarks seemed to lighten Xi Shui Nan's mood considerably. However, Changsun Shuiming couldn't guarantee what kind of expression this "humble young lord" would have when meeting Zuo Dao. He felt both anticipation and anxiety about it.
When Xi Shui Nan appeared at the entrance of Yan Wu Studio, Zuo Dao had already known. However, he didn't have time to play house with this Young Lord from East City.
He was currently hosting a very important guest, someone even Changsun Shuiming hadn't anticipated would suddenly show up at Yan Wu Studio.
"Lord of Eastern City, you are too polite. This shop only started selling those few types of elixirs to make a living; how could it be said to be for the benefit of others?" Zuo Dao said with a smile, engaging in pleasant conversation with the Middle-aged Cultivator beside him.
"Not at all, Young Master Zuo is being overly modest. Even aside from the Transforming Pill, the other three elixirs have brought tremendous benefits to the Cultivators of the Celestial Realm," the Middle-aged Cultivator spoke with an air of authority, yet he handled it very well, not coming off as offensive at all.
Zuo Dao hadn't expected that the release of these elixirs would attract such a big fish. He knew these elixirs would catch the attention of certain individuals, but he didn't anticipate that they would come so quickly, perhaps out of impatience.
If Zhao Wang had been nearby, he would have cursed loudly. You clearly dug a pit for others to jump into, yet you complain when they jump too quickly. Shouldn't it be normal to wait until they jump in before burying yourself?
The Central City Lord, Eastern Fang Qian, was someone who shouldn't have appeared at Yan Wu Studio. If this news got out, it would definitely cause a stir in Chaos City. Even he himself couldn't believe he had stepped into such an ordinary shop in Chaos City.
The appearance of one city lord in another's territory was a significant event. However, Eastern Fang Qian couldn't afford to think about that now. Although his resignation was relatively discreet, he knew it wouldn't stay hidden for long. If Xi Yingjun found out he was at Yan Wu Studio, who knew what variables might arise from this situation.
"Young Master Zuo, I'll be straightforward. I'm here for the Transforming Pill," Eastern Fang Qian said after exchanging pleasantries with Zuo Dao.
"Uh, so you want the Transforming Pill, Lord of Eastern City?" Zuo Dao set down his teacup and looked directly at Eastern Fang Qian. "If that's the case, you could simply send someone over; Yan Wu Studio would certainly give you face as a city lord. There's no need for you to come personally. As far as I know, this might attract the attention of Lord Xi."
"You make me laugh, Young Master Zuo." Eastern Fang Qian didn't take offense at the teasing. From the moment he entered Yan Wu Studio and saw Zuo Dao, he sensed something unusual. First and foremost was how young Zuo Dao appeared—so young it made him envious. He couldn't be more than one hundred years old; this was the first time he had seen such a young Cultivator.
It wasn't just his youth; it was that with his own strength, he couldn't see through Zuo Dao's abilities. To establish oneself in Chaos City and become a city lord, Eastern Fang Qian knew that one couldn't afford to be as honest and straightforward as his appearance suggested. That wouldn't work in Chaos City and wouldn't lead to a long life.
Because of this realization, he could discern more things—especially after learning that those four elixirs were all concocted by this young Cultivator before him; he became even more certain that Zuo Dao had ulterior motives.
"I'm not joking; I'm serious," Zuo Dao suddenly changed his tone. "The City Lord only needs someone to deliver a message about the Transforming Pill, yet here you are in person. I can't help but find that a bit strange."
If anyone dared to speak to Eastern Fang Qian like that on a normal day, he would have slapped them without hesitation. But in front of this individual, he felt neither the courage nor the desire to do so.
Setting aside the other person's strength, just the array of Restrictions he had discovered within the room was no less than a hundred types, with at least ten of them being completely unfamiliar to him. If someone were to tell him that these were mere decorations, he would certainly spit in their face.
A tranquil killing intent, a gentle blade. If he couldn't sense the terrifying power hidden within, then all those years as City Lord would have been for nothing. For the first time, regret crept into his heart; he shouldn't have come here so recklessly alone.
Once Zuo Dao understood the other party's intentions, he finally realized why Eastern Fang Qian was so anxious. He just hadn't expected that the other party truly practiced that particular Cultivation Method.
Long before settling into Yan Wu Studio, Zuo Dao had already devised an overall plan. At that time, he hadn't yet decided which four types of pills to use. It was only after discovering that Yan Wu Studio was located in East City that he made his decision.
He had employed some tricks with all four types of pills, but those tricks were only effective for certain individuals. For ordinary Cultivators, obtaining these pills would not only be harmless but also beneficial.
When he had previously instructed Changsun Shuiming to gather information on various city lords, he had already formulated a plan. The pills were merely a means to an end.
Each of these four pills contained a hint of Dao Rhythm. This was enough to resonate with certain Cultivators' internal Cultivation Methods. This hint of Dao Rhythm could accelerate their cultivation speed and greatly benefit them. Even if others obtained them, while the effects of these Dao Rhythms might not be as pronounced, they would still bring some minor advantages—though these benefits would go unnoticed by those Cultivators.
Eastern Fang Qian was one of those Cultivators capable of resonating with his internal Cultivation Method. It was this hint of Dao Rhythm that gave him hope for a breakthrough; after all, he had been stuck at the peak of Immortal King for over three hundred years and could not take that final step no matter what methods he tried.
So when he received the Transforming Pill, it was the first time he showed excitement in front of his subordinates. Upon learning that this pill appeared at Yan Wu Studio, he couldn't afford to hesitate any longer and came alone.
The more Zuo Dao behaved this way, the more convinced Eastern Fang Qian became about the authenticity of the Transforming Pill.
Slowly pulling out four jade vials from his robe, he placed them on the table. Eastern Fang Qian's movements were light and slow; he didn't want to raise any misunderstandings with Zuo Dao.
“Master Zuo, we are all reasonable people here, and I believe you understand the consequences of these four elixirs,” Eastern Fang Qian said, each word deliberate.
The four jade vials were unmistakably the four types of elixirs he had concocted himself.
“While I may not know the specifics of the other three elixirs, I am well aware of what is contained within the Transforming Pill,” Eastern Fang Qian continued, his demeanor unchanged except for a hint of sincerity that made it difficult for Zuo Dao to perceive any hostility.
“I may not be the last to arrive, but I am the first, which speaks volumes about my sincerity. All I seek is a sliver of opportunity from the elixir. If Master Zuo can grant this, I would be immensely grateful and will surely repay you in kind.”
At this point, Eastern Fang Qian lowered his stance significantly. He had considered using force, but he found Zuo Dao's background completely inscrutable, especially since they were on Xi Yingjun's territory.
“I never expected that the City Lord of Eastern City practiced the Great Compassion, No Return, Hundred Forms Heart Sutra,” Zuo Dao remarked. As soon as he spoke those eight words, a wave of intense killing intent emanated from Eastern Fang Qian, though it quickly subsided.
When Zuo Dao mentioned the Great Compassion, No Return, Hundred Forms Heart Sutra, Eastern Fang Qian nearly erupted in violence but soon regained his composure.
“It seems Master Zuo's background is indeed extraordinary; otherwise, how could you possibly know about my cultivation method?” Eastern Fang Qian said, fully calming down. In his eyes, Zuo Dao suddenly appeared unfathomable. Even when faced with his earlier surge of killing intent, Zuo Dao didn’t flinch; there wasn’t even a ripple of Vitality within him. This calmness compelled Fang Qian to steady himself.
“Joy in great compassion, intention without return, myriad forms through the years—may I ask what Realm you have achieved, City Lord? It must be the myriad forms?” Zuo Dao pressed on without hesitation.
“You…” Eastern Fang Qian could no longer remain seated. His aura surged once more, ready to spill blood at any moment over a single word of disagreement.
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