Without an accurate timing tool, William Grant felt that his operation of the Five Elements Technique had become even smoother.

This was mainly thanks to Sister Lane's assistance.

He took out the Mirror of Wind and Moon and saw that his Five Elements Technique had steadily increased a bit, feeling quite pleased.

After adjusting his state, William Grant went to the pharmacy next door.

The small courtyard he lived in had three main rooms: one was a bedroom, with half serving as a living room and half as a kitchen. The remaining room was used as a storeroom for medicinal herbs.

The pill refining room was a small side room next to the main house, with just a single pill furnace inside.

The pill furnace counted as a first-grade magical tool and was actually quite valuable. It was extremely heavy and fixed onto a brick platform, so moving it wasn’t easy.

Moreover, there were very few alchemists in Pegasus Market who could use a pill furnace. Even if someone stole it, it would be hard to get rid of.

On the other hand, medicinal herbs were light and easy to take, so William Grant could only store them in the main house.

After checking the herbs, William Grant wanted to sigh—his predecessor had really been reckless, using up all the ingredients for White Dew Pills.

Although his alchemy skills had greatly improved, he still couldn’t make up for such a huge gap!

He could only refine a batch of pills to send over and stall for some time, while thinking of a way to replenish the used herbs...

He selected the herbs, steamed and dried them, ground and mixed them, then put them back into the furnace for refining.

It took three days for William Grant to finish a batch of Qi Recovery Pills.

He rolled the pills by hand and ended up with over two hundred.

After three busy days, William Grant decided to go out and adjust his state. He pocketed two Deer Antler Powder pills and went next door to visit Old Baker.

Old Baker's home was even more shabby. The small courtyard had only two main rooms, with cracked walls and broken tiles—if it rained hard, it would definitely leak.

In the yard, a path was paved with a few bluestone slabs. In one corner was a latrine without a door, looking very exposed.

Although William Grant wasn’t a clean freak, he didn’t dare look too closely.

Old Baker was lying on the bed napping. He yawned and said grumpily, “What are you here for, kid?”

William Grant encouraged himself inwardly: “Just making a living, nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like I’m selling fake medicine...”

After mentally preparing himself, William Grant gave Old Baker a reserved smile. “Fellow Daoist, have you heard of Deer Antler Powder?”

Chapter 6: Sales Pitch

“I wondered what you were up to, sneaking around...”

Old Baker curled his lip. Deer Antler Powder was a common aphrodisiac; whenever his body wasn’t up to it, he’d take some for a boost.

Old Baker was getting old, but his mind was still sharp. He immediately caught on, “What, you have Deer Antler Powder?”

The old man’s eyes lit up and he sat up from the bed, grinning as he stretched out his withered hand. “Come, come, let me try it out for you.”

“I’m not bragging, but I know Deer Antler Powder’s effects better than anyone—lots of experience.”

William Grant looked down on the old man’s eagerness to take advantage, but he was the most suitable candidate, so there was no other choice.

“These two Deer Antler Powder pills, Fellow Daoist, take them and try.”

William Grant placed the pills in the old man’s hand. “If you find them effective, come find me.”

William Grant had no interest in the shameless old man. After saying his piece, he hurriedly left.

“What’s so great about selling aphrodisiacs!”

Once William Grant left the room, Old Baker spat on the ground. This young guy, just because he could refine pills, always acted so arrogant—really annoying.

Isn’t he just selling aphrodisiacs? All the same lowlifes, what’s he pretending for...

Old Baker popped both Deer Antler Powder pills into his mouth and swallowed them. He chuckled to himself, “I’ll just take advantage of you for free. You think I’ll buy your pills? Dream on!”

Old Baker had taken plenty of this low-grade medicine before, so he didn’t care about swallowing two at once.

William Grant’s Deer Antler Powder did look a bit nicer, but no matter how fancy it looked, it was still Deer Antler Powder. Who would pay more just for appearance?

Very soon, Old Baker felt a warm sensation all over, his energy surging, and even his mind became clearer.

As an old rascal, whenever he had energy, he couldn’t help but think about women. At first, it was nothing, but as soon as the thought arose, he couldn’t hold back.

In the past twenty years, Old Baker’s cultivation had regressed and his vitality had waned—he had never felt so vigorous.

Old Baker was more alarmed than pleased. What kind of fierce medicine was this, so potent!

He ran to the kitchen and washed his face with cold water, instantly quelling the rising heat.

Yet the warm feeling in his body made him feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring, comfortable all over.

Although Old Baker was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he had lived for over fifty years and had some experience.

The medicinal power went straight to his kidneys, then spread throughout his body. Most importantly, the medicine was invigorating but not harsh, strengthening the spirit and kidneys, nourishing the foundation.

He immediately realized these two pills were special.

Old Baker was still a bit skeptical—could a mere beginner in Qi Refining really make such good pills?

He decided to go test the effects...

William Grant had no idea that Old Baker next door was getting excited. He went home to rest for half a day, then started refining pills again.

With the experience of making Qi Recovery Pills, refining Foundation Pills was even easier.

In two days, the pills were done.

As before, he rolled them by hand and got over two hundred pills.

Pills definitely had standards; normally, they had to be weighed—one hundred pills to a jin, for example.

William Grant could precisely control the weight of each pill to one-tenth of a liang, that is, one qian.

By his own estimation, the margin of error would never exceed 0.01 grams. This was also thanks to the marvelous ability of the Electric Light Dragon Hand.