Chapter 795 - 422: No Matter Who Causes a Stir, They’ll Be Crushed by the West State Boss! (Part 2)

Chapter 795: Chapter 422: No Matter Who Causes a Stir, They’ll Be Crushed by the West State Boss! (Part 2)

"Alright, take it to the storage."

A few disciples excitedly shouted "Woohoo" as they carried two large baskets of chili peppers deeper into the warehouse.

Bai Mo, on the other hand, pulled out a thick pile of silk books from under the table, and with a thud, placed it heavily onto the desk.

It was the complete set of Water Image Pill alchemy methods previously taken from the treasure chest.

This method doesn’t rely on mainstream alchemy systems and is completely different from the traditional way of crafting Water Image Pills. The cost is relatively low, and the process is comparatively simple, which had puzzled Bai Mo before.

Now thinking about it, it seems pretty spot on...

"The Water Image Pill that the Marquis bought was made using this Pill Scripture, right?"

Bai Mo opened the book and skimmed through it.

Previously, while looking at this Pill Formula, it always seemed to focus heavily on appearance, smell, short-term effects, and so on, emphasizing the superficial rather than the essence. Now, upon reviewing it again, it suddenly seems quite coherent and reasonable.

"The makers of fake pills certainly do focus more on appearances."

As Bai Mo continued flipping through it, he even found an article titled "Admonition to Disciples and Descendants," further confirming that this Pill Scripture was about fake pills.

[...so-called true and false come together, easy and hard complement each other]

[With truth, there is falsehood; with light, there is shadow]

[Millions of years ago, with the advent of the True Pill, the Fake Pill emerged accordingly]

[From this, it is evident that our Chai Bai School has a long and enduring history...]

Huh?

Bai Mo frowned, suddenly realizing that among the Fallen Immortals, there’s a plethora of messy categories.

Puppet Stream, Treasure House Immortal Thief Stream, Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisan Stream, Chai Bai School, Royal Blood Stream... and this is merely what he could come into contact with.

[...but our disciples must remember, the pill may be fake, but the person is not fake; the medicine may be fake, but the heart is not fake]

[We are all on the path of seeking the Dao and must not forget our intention of pursuing the Dao]

[After conning people out of money, absolutely do not squander it. It must be invested in research to create fake pills that are even more like true pills, ensuring our deception gets better and more advanced over time. Only by constantly deceiving people can we continue to swindle money, allowing our Chai Bai lineage to have a long history, never-ending development, and eternal prosperity]

Hmm?

"This... this is an organized, inherited, and idealistic group of con artists?"

[The technology of fake pills is passed down through generations, constantly evolving and improving]

[If one day, fake pills can last for a hundred years, they might swindle a Marquis]

[If one day, fake pills can last for a thousand years, they might swindle a Prince]

[If one day, fake pills can last for ten thousand years, they might swindle an Emperor]

[If one day, fake pills can perpetuate indefinitely, swindling the order of the Immortal Dao, the Chai Bai School will thus overturn its position! No longer playing the role of snakes and rats! No longer following the conventions of the Alchemy Dao, but becoming the progenitor of a lineage! The living bask in worldly honors, and the deceased enjoy eternal incense!]

Hmm?

"This isn’t just idealistic; it’s quite ambitious."

Bai Mo, looking at this "Admonition to Disciples and Descendants," wasn’t sure how to comment.

Just that...

"This Chai Bai Immortal got it wrong.

"Fake pills don’t need to last a hundred years to swindle a Marquis.

"A fake pill that lasts half a year already fooled Qing Yue. Hehe.

"Moreover... their school, intending to make fake pills last for eternity, with an ambition that spanned from the beginning until the Cyan Moon Period, only managed to get them to last ’half a year’ by the time the great calamity struck... it’s like the boss’s health bar was just slightly scratched."

Bai Mo sighed in regret.

But still, he grabbed the Pill Scripture and opened it to the first page.

"Since there’s no word on the True Pill Scripture, this Fake Pill Scripture... I’ll learn it first!"

...

In the luxurious hotel lobby.

The warm lighting illuminated the thick wool carpet.

The elegant sound of violin music accompanied the warm air’s faint fragrance.

Two large tables were set on either side of the lobby.

Behind one of the tables sat pretty receptionists, with a signboard beside them.

[Welcome to Master Chong’s Snow Lotus Sales Event]

On the other side, also behind a table, sat several pretty receptionists, similarly with a signboard beside them.

[Welcome to Cicada Wings Company’s Bidding Conference]

Wang Tianye, dressed in a suit, arm in arm with his wife, entered the lobby.

He noticed the sparse crowd.

"Oh, the Snow Lotus Sales Event we’re attending is on the right-hand side!"

Indeed, this time, Master Chong changed the sales mode. He asked all guests to place orders and make payments in advance, then attend a party to personally collect their goods!

Wang Tianye approached the reception table and looked at the young, pretty receptionists.

"In which room is the party held?

"Has Master Chong arrived yet..."

Though buying goods now seems more troublesome than before, he didn’t mind at all; instead, he relished it.

In such exclusive settings, besides buying Snow Lotus Soup, one can also expand their social network, which is very valuable!

While listening to the receptionist speak, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a few young men in suits walking towards the other side of the hall.

"Huh?

"That back?

"Looks like the Sales Manager No. 30 who sold me fake wine?"

Wang Tianye’s eyes widened in anger as he immediately turned around, sprinted forward, and grabbed that young man’s sleeve!

"You..."

But then he saw the young man turn around with a face full of confusion.

"Sir, you... need something?"

This face was round and innocent-looking, with curls in a circle, slightly round eyes, a slightly round nose tip, and a slightly round jaw, making it seem harmless. His voice was as gentle as water, cultured and refined, completely different from Wang Tianye’s memory of Sales Manager No. 30!

Wang Tianye was stunned for a moment.

"Um... sorry, young man, I got a bit overly excited and mistook you for an old friend.

"Hahaha."

Wang Tianye patted the man’s arm.

"Sorry, sorry!"

The misunderstanding was cleared up; they exchanged a few pleasantries with smiles and then went their separate ways.

Wang Tianye went to Master Chong’s party.

This young man, on the other hand, went to the Cicada Wings Company’s bidding conference.

He exited the hall, entered the corridor, and, once he was out of Wang Tianye’s sight, suddenly chuckled.

"Hehe, I’ve heard that some ordinary people, although they have never cultivated, possess quite a strong spiritual sense.

"This Wang Tianye could recognize me just by my back; his spiritual sense isn’t weak, huh?"

The few young men accompanying him also burst into laughter, showing their teeth.

"After all, he climbed up from a grassroots background; he must have some extraordinary traits."

"Enough said, let’s go in for the bidding."

The group approached the door of the hotel’s multifunctional hall, where someone was smiling and verifying their identity.

"Please show your invitation, everyone!"

They immediately presented a Bronze Token.

After the token was taken and carefully inspected, the other party nodded.

"Alright, everyone is here.

"Honored guests, please enter."

They were allowed inside and saw a few people already on the stage.

Several groups of people were also seated in the audience.

Bam!

The heavy wooden doors of the multifunctional hall closed.

Blood-red runes suddenly appeared on the carpet and walls of the room!

These runes seemed to come alive, writhing and crawling, covering the walls, sealing the door seams and windows, enclosing the interior space of the multifunctional hall entirely.

"Brother West Scroll, let’s find a place to sit down."

Sales Manager No. 30, also known as West Scroll, nodded immediately and led a few junior brothers to find seats towards the front.

On the stage, the host began the opening remarks.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Dark World’s Immortal Artifact Bidding Conference.

"As we all know, the Immortal Committee has been investing in research, developing all kinds of nasty potions, high-tech gadgets, and special material weapons.

"And of course, we in the Dark World are not falling behind either.

"We also want to acquire a large batch of Immortal Artifacts through bidding. Today’s bidding theme is the Bone-Clinging Blade..."

Below the stage, West Scroll’s junior brothers sat restlessly on their chairs, whispering quietly.

"Brother, I still don’t get it. If the Dark World wants to bid, then let them bid.

"Why insist on holding the event in the West State?

"If that person finds out and casually slaps us dead, would it not be unjust?"

West Scroll smiled faintly, leaned over, and whispered an explanation to his junior.

"Can you trust the Dark World? Aren’t you afraid they’d flip the table on a whim? Aren’t you afraid of them seizing everyone at once? Aren’t you afraid they might resort to banditry, grabbing us all to labor away for them?"

The junior was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, I’m afraid of that."

West Scroll nodded.

"Exactly! You’re afraid, I’m afraid, we’re all afraid.

"But, in the West State, nobody is afraid.

"Here, nobody dares to turn hostile, nobody dares to act rashly, nobody dares to create too much commotion.

"If they dare to make a move, create a scene, and get detected by that person...

"Just like you said, no matter which side, they’d get slapped dead!"