Before leaving the Royal Forge with the first hundred thousand pills, Pei Xuan paused beside the loading dock where twenty huge carts of raw Rank 4 Clear-Lung Herbs, Sweet-Spring Water, and Roasted Malt Sugar were lined up to feed the hundred-ton steam factory for the rest of the day.
“My Lord,” Boom-Pot Sun trotted over, wiping sweat from his forehead with a soot-stained rag. “The machine already spins out all forty percent of the erysipelas poison and ash. The first hundred thousand pills are pure enough to heal any Rank 4 injury or swamp-fly plague in half a minute. Why are you still staring at the raw herb carts?”
“Half a minute is fast, Sun Baolu, and zero poison is great,” Pei Xuan said, tapping his chin with a smile. “But think about who is waiting at the border gate right now. Half of those fifty thousand sick refugees are mortal children, old grandparents, and tired caravan workers. Even if a medicine is pure, traditional healing herbs still have a sharp grass aftertaste, and their bodies are weak from walking twenty miles with a fever.”
Pei Xuan opened his RTS Fusion Cube interface again.
“Since we are going to crush the Myriad-Pill Pavilion’s monopoly once and for all, let’s not just beat their price and purity,” Pei Xuan said, his eyes glinting. “Let’s upgrade the core recipe itself so that eating our medicine feels like a festival treat—and flushes out every speck of old Myriad-Pill poison they ever swallowed in…
