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Chapter 9
Uncle Jin, You Watched Me Grow Up
Na Jin watched the departing figure of Zeng Wen—the great Qi Refining Stage 9 cultivator—slowly disappear into the distance, his eyes filled with affection. Only after the man was completely out of sight did Na Jin finally let out a long sigh without realizing it.
This was the first time he had sold a completely new product, yet in the end, it had succeeded perfectly. The first attempt had felt awkward, but by the second sale, he was already becoming accustomed to it. At this rate, the next transaction would not be far away.
Feeling stiffness in his shoulders, he rolled his neck from side to side before noticing Elder Chen staring at him in complete shock, mouth hanging open.
Even the old man’s beard trembled violently as he stammered for a while before finally shouting through gritted teeth:
“I have never in my life seen someone this shameless!”
“Haha!”
Na Jin clasped his fists politely, then pulled out another exquisitely crafted jade bottle from his robes and calmly placed it among the remaining fifteen bottles of Bigu Pills.
Elder Chen huffed furiously as though steam were leaking out of him.
“Didn’t you say you only made one bottle?”
“One bottle indeed! One bottle produced ten pills, and I divided them into ten separate bottles for sale. Small profits, quick turnover.”
Crack!
Elder Chen clenched both fists tightly.
In that moment, he felt as though he had finally met a worthy rival—someone he might only encounter once in a lifetime.
That same noon—
Zeng Wen transformed into a streak of blue light using Wind-Riding Arts and rushed directly toward Thousand Fragrance Pavilion.
However, a female Foundation Establishment cultivator blocked his path and informed him that all the girls were resting today and no guests would be received.
Zeng Wen exploded with the terrifying aura of a peak Qi Refining Stage 9 cultivator and roared at her:
“I, Zeng Wen, shall face ten women today!”
Naturally, the great cultivator Zeng Wen soon entered a bloody battle so fierce that heaven and earth trembled and even the winds and clouds changed color.
Meanwhile, Na Jin was enjoying tremendous success.
In the past, he only sold Bigu Pills, so customers had no alternatives anyway. He always knew exactly what buyers wanted. If they wished to buy, they bought. If not, they left. Na Jin had never haggled prices nor attempted bundle sales.
Unlike Elder Chen, who could say things like:
“If you think the Cleansing Talisman is too expensive, I’ll throw in a Cleanliness Talisman for free,”
Na Jin previously had nothing extra to offer.
But now—
He finally had a second product to present to customers.
No.
Strictly speaking, a low-grade aphrodisiac pill like the Mysterious Marvel Pill was not something one could proudly display in public. A proper cultivator ought to feel ashamed selling such a thing.
Yet regardless, the first successful sale filled Na Jin with enormous hope.
The production cost had only been one spirit stone.
But he sold it for five.
Slightly outrageous, perhaps—but throughout all ages and worlds, products that strengthened masculine vitality never lost their market.
Even in the cultivation world, where personal combat power reigned supreme.
In fact, matters here were even more extreme.
Low-level cultivators, especially those in the Qi Refining stage, had to refine spiritual energy drifting through the outside world. Their cultivation speed was painfully slow, which was why markets existed for spirit rice, demon beast meat, and medicinal pills rich in spiritual energy.
Moreover, low-level cultivators could not perfectly contain the spiritual power within their bodies. Once emotionally excited, spiritual energy would easily leak out through various meridians and acupoints.
Thus, every cultivation technique included methods for preserving spiritual energy within the body as much as possible.
Ancient texts even used the phrase:
“Horse Yin Hidden Form.”
Such issues were generally solved in two ways.
The first method was reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. Once a cultivator developed spiritual consciousness, they could precisely control the spiritual energy within their bodies. Only then could they truly grow stronger.
Otherwise, if essence continuously leaked away from the very beginning, how could one ever reach the Great Dao?
The second method was simpler:
A Qi Refining cultivator who realized they had no future would simply unlock the “Golden Lock” of their qi and blood.
With spiritual energy flowing throughout the body, they could easily regain vigorous masculine vitality.
This was also why so many wandering cultivators eventually settled down and formed families.
They already knew they could never advance further in cultivation.
So why continue suffering?
Better to have children and enjoy life instead.
But the appearance of the Mysterious Marvel Pill completely changed the situation.
Its main ingredients were demon pearls aligned with water and Firehound Whip aligned with fire. Together, they harmonized water and fire perfectly.
After taking the pill and gently stimulating spiritual energy, a cultivator could display overwhelming vigor without disturbing the “Golden Lock” of qi and blood.
Why had Na Jin worked so desperately to refine this pill?
Not because he personally needed it—
But because the market demand was enormous.
Everyone urgently needed it.
Everyone desired it.
Since he had transmigrated into this world, shouldn’t he at least become a modern-day “Timely Rain” Song Jiang once?
When Na Jin sold the second bottle of Mysterious Marvel Pills for another five spirit stones, Elder Chen’s gaze completely changed.
The old man picked up one of his Flame Talismans—worth at least three spirit stones—and muttered while comparing it to Na Jin’s exquisite jade bottle:
“This shouldn’t be possible. My talisman uses the blood of a Three-Colored Earth Dragon and scentless field rat fur. The production cost alone is two spirit stones. Surely your pill doesn’t cost more than that…”
“…Yet my talisman can save lives, while male cultivators apparently value that kind of ability even more?”
Na Jin offered no explanation.
If all the Bigu Pills sold out and only the Mysterious Marvel Pills remained on the stall, he was fully prepared to squat there shamelessly and grab onto the robes of Elder Chen’s customers one by one.
Whenever someone approached to buy talismans, Na Jin would casually whisper nearby:
“Daoist, would you like to learn about the Mysterious Marvel Pill?”
Of course, not everyone was interested.
Those with unwavering determination and hearts devoted entirely to the Great Dao rejected him mercilessly.
“How could my heart harbor worldly pleasures between men and women? Anyone obsessed with such vulgar thoughts will never accomplish anything in life!”
Some even stormed away angrily.
“Do I look like someone who needs such medicine?!”
But most cultivators showed clear interest.
Especially after hearing the story about how Yunzhong Crane supposedly consumed this pill before suppressing a Tier-Four Beast Emperor.
Inspired by the legendary senior’s heroic image, many cultivators willingly opened their wallets.
By afternoon, every single bottle of Mysterious Marvel Pills had sold out.
Na Jin shared a bag of spicy jerky with Elder Chen before squatting nearby, chewing loudly while calculating today’s profits.
Twenty bottles of Bigu Pills had sold steadily for four spirit stones total.
The ten bottles of Mysterious Marvel Pills earned forty-six spirit stones.
The reason it was not fifty was because Na Jin intentionally discounted several bottles to establish market demand.
A newly introduced product required promotional pricing, after all.
After finishing his calculations, Na Jin sighed deeply.
At last, his total assets had once again exceeded fifty spirit stones.
Enough to continue producing Mysterious Marvel Pills.
However, until his pill-refining proficiency experienced a qualitative breakthrough, it would be difficult to significantly increase production output.
And this level of income was still insufficient for someone with Five-Spiritual-Root aptitude to maintain normal cultivation.
There was only one solution:
Produce more.
But producing more required more capital.
And more capital meant more spirit stones.
Where was he supposed to get those?
“Daoist Na… this may be presumptuous, but what exactly is the production cost of the Mysterious Marvel Pill?”
“You already know that’s an excessive question, Elder.”
Na Jin did not even lift his head.
Elder Chen laughed awkwardly, though he did not become angry.
After all, he had personally witnessed Na Jin earn fifty spirit stones today.
Previously, Na Jin would have needed to sell two hundred and fifty bottles of Bigu Pills to make that much.
Knowing it was improper to pry further into someone’s business secrets, Elder Chen wisely stopped asking.
Unexpectedly, Na Jin suddenly moved closer.
“Uncle Jin…”
“Hm?”
‘He’s calling me Uncle again!’
“I’ve known you since I was young. No… rather, you watched me grow up. You know exactly how many spirit stones I possess, don’t you? So you can probably estimate the approximate production cost of the Mysterious Marvel Pill.”
Na Jin spoke with complete sincerity.
“I cannot reveal the exact cost. But please don’t casually spread your guesses around. There are techniques involved in selling things at high prices.”
Elder Chen froze.
He replayed Na Jin’s actions throughout the day in his mind.
Yet despite thinking for a long time, many aspects still remained incomprehensible to him.
This was the difference between a transmigrator raised in the information age and an old native cultivator of this world.
Even after personally witnessing everything, Elder Chen still could not understand why it worked.
“I can teach you these methods, Elder.”
“But before that… could you do me a small favor?”
“A favor?”
Elder Chen looked suspiciously at Na Jin before glancing downward cautiously.
“I can help with favors—but don’t even think about borrowing spirit stones!”
Na Jin immediately grabbed Elder Chen’s sleeve and shook it enthusiastically.
“Uncle Jin, in this cold cultivation world, only you treat me this well.”
“Daoist Na, conduct yourself with dignity.”
“It’s not much! Just fifty low-grade spirit stones! I’ll repay everything within fifteen days at most!”
“Tch. The nerve of this brat.”
“You saw how much I earned today. I clearly have repayment ability. Please trust me.”
Na Jin firmly grasped Elder Chen’s thick, rough hands.
“Uncle Jin, trust me. Besides… don’t you want to know how to sell your talismans at even higher prices?”
Those words finally shook Elder Chen’s resolve.
“To be honest, every time I see people buying your painstakingly crafted talismans for only a few spirit stones, my heart aches.”
“If they look down on the quality of your talismans… then that’s no different from looking down on me.”
“Uncle Jin, trust me and lend me the spirit stones. I’ll help your talismans sell for premium prices.”
“We should become bigger, stronger, and more glorious from now on.”
Boom!
Wrinkles covered Elder Chen’s face as he swallowed hard and looked at Na Jin with emotional eyes.
“Really?”
“It’s only fifty spirit stones. You won’t suffer much loss.”
“Fine, take them! I am still a mighty Qi Refining Stage 6 cultivator. Surely you wouldn’t dare cheat me out of my money.”
Na Jin hurriedly accepted the spirit stones, stuffed them deep inside his robes, and tightly secured the pouch strings.
Elder Chen could barely stand watching him.
After all, that was his money.
“Alright then. Explain it.”
Na Jin smiled faintly.
“Elder… do you know what brand value is?”
