CHAPTER 558: A MEANS TO SCAM THE BLOOD SECT

The Book Listed three expensive ingredients.

Three ingredients Han Yu had never even heard of before coming to the Blood Moon Continent. He turned to another resource book to look them up. He read the detailed descriptions of each ingredient and immediately understood why the local version of the pill was considered costly.

"Of course. They have different ecosystem. Different flora. What is abundant in the Great Continent might not even exist here."

He flipped more pages.

The ingredients used here were rare.

One was a parasitic vine that only grew near the Blood Moon River. It seemed easy enough to get, but going that close to the river was a death sentence as the overflowing Slaughter Moon Qi could even kill a Nascnet Soul realm cultivator.

Another was a crimson spore fungus that required precise harvesting. The problem with this was that the fungus could easily make a cultivator sick. If they inhaled even a tiny amount of the spores while harvesting, they would find themselves getting weaker.

And over a few days time, they would die, with their insides being filled with the very same fungus.

The last was a mineral rich powder taken from stones near the Moon Crystal Mine’s in veins. This one was expensive simply due to it being found in the mines. Only a few people could harvest it and the number of such veins were also limited and randomly found.

It became rather labor intensive to gather and as such, it was only obtained by chance and not intentionally.

’No wonder the pill was expensive.’

Han Yu checked a second source book and found the same information again.

He nodded to himself and put the books back neatly, then exited the library. Nobody paid him any attention as he left.

’Perfect.’ He thought, as he could return whenever needed without suspicion.

Returning to the External Alchemy Hall, Han Yu approached the price wall again to check the cost of the ingredients from his own recipe. The formation wall shimmered once more, displaying the fluctuating prices. It took him a minute to find the relevant section, but the numbers he sought appeared clearly.

Blood Gooseberry. Two merit points per fruit.

Blood Thorn Nettles. One merit point per bunch.

Spirit Fenugreek Seeds. Three points per fifty grams.

He blinked. Then blinked again.

"The prices are almost identical to the Great Continent."

In fact, they were nearly unchanged. He saw no ripple or fluctuation. The numbers remained steady. It made sense. These herbs had no real demand here. They were not used widely. Their value was stable and predictable.

Han Yu did a quick mental calculation.

Six points total ingredient cost for a batch.

Average yield two to three pills.

Sale price fifty points per pill.

Profit margin at least one hundred points. Maximum one hundred and fifty points.

He froze.

His head tilted slightly.

Slowly. Very slowly.

A smile began to spread on his face.

Not a gentle smile. Not a humble smile. Not a normal smile.

No, it was the kind of smile that would make children cry, old elders shiver, and innocent animals run away. It was the kind of smile that would cause every person around him to reassess their decisions in life and quietly back away.

A scammer’s smile.

A wicked smile.

A smile only a man who had just discovered a loophole in the heavens could make.

Han Yu murmured under his breath.

"This is absurd. Completely absurd."

He wanted to laugh. He suppressed it only because he thought Ju Fan would never laugh in a place like this. Ju Fan would grin or hiss, not laugh. Han Yu forced the expression into something appropriately sinister and cold.

He did not know that several disciples nearby had glanced his way and immediately turned pale. They stepped back, avoiding eye contact. A few even rubbed their arms, as if feeling a sudden chill.

Ju Fan, in their minds, had spotted a new victim to torment.

Han Yu on the other hand was thinking something entirely different.

"So this is how I will earn my fortune here. Slowly. Easily. Profitably."

He lifted his hand and covered his mouth to hide the smile.

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. It was unfair. Too unfair. If he started selling Blood Flood Pills made from his version of the recipe, he would be selling them at a fraction of the cost yet earning more than ten times the amount.

That was profit unbefitting normal cultivators. It was the profit of a villain.

He exhaled and steadied himself.

"I must not rush. I need to develop this gradually."

He reminded himself again to remain cautious.

If he suddenly began producing high quality pills out of nowhere, someone would investigate. Someone might probe his identity. Someone might wonder how Ju Fan, notorious for being a violent buffoon, suddenly became a talented alchemist.

No.

He needed to stage it. Learn slowly. Build the persona. Fail a few times. Adjust the technique. Then produce mediocre pills. Then produce higher quality pills. Slowly.

Eventually he would be recognized as a rising alchemist.

Only then could he begin mass production. Only then could he flood the market.

Han Yu lowered his hand and straightened his robe. He took one last look at the glowing price wall.

The numbers shimmered again.

Fifty points per pill.

A goldmine in the shape of a medicinal tablet.

He turned around and walked away, maintaining Ju Fan’s cold and unpleasant expression. His steps were steady and composed, but inside his mind calculations rushed like a storm.

Profits. Purchases. Supplies. Demand.

Formulas. Acclimation. Persona building.

Preparation. Strategy. Timing.

His thoughts remained cool and razor sharp as he walked out of the building.

Near the exit of the hall, he paused briefly and whispered to himself.

"This sect has no idea what kind of scammer they have welcomed into their midst."

And with that, Han Yu moved on, ready to begin the next phase of his plan fully intending to make the sect bleed their fortune.