After mixing the ingredients, they were roasted on a plate over the oil lamp. At the same time, Olivia Carter opened his right hand, gathering energy to create a swirling airflow, flipping and promoting the fusion of the three medicinal herbs. This left Olivia Walker utterly stunned—she had never known that the refining hand could be used in such a way.

……

“All done!”

Once the medicinal powder was refined, a small amount of warm water was added, turning the wound medicine into an ointment, and allowing the medicinal essence to blend even more thoroughly.

Olivia Walker took the small plate, took a deep breath, and smiled, “It smells so good, Aaron Brooks. I’ve never smelled such fragrant wound medicine before!”

Olivia Carter chuckled, “When silver thread grass and night-blooming flower are mixed, they give off a fragrant aroma. It’s supposed to be full of fragrance.”

Olivia Walker let out a light laugh and said, “Aaron Brooks, let’s make more wound medicine. Tomorrow we can take it to the market and sell it—we should be able to make a good amount of money, right? Come on, senior sister will help you refine the medicine.”

“Mm, okay!”

They kept making wound medicine until the early hours of the morning. Finally, a wave of inexplicable drowsiness hit—Olivia Carter had used up too much of his inner energy and fell asleep right at the medicine table.

……

When he woke up, he found a charming young woman still nestled beside him—it was Olivia Walker.

Sunlight streamed in through the crack in the door. Olivia Walker lazily stretched her arms, glanced at Olivia Carter beside her, and couldn’t help but blush. “Aaron Brooks, how did we fall asleep?”

Olivia Carter rubbed his eyes. “Probably got too tired from refining the medicine, Sister Olivia Walker. How much wound medicine did we make in total?”

“Fifty-one bottles in all. The total cost of the ingredients was about twenty silver yinyin coins!”

“Oh, and how much can we sell one bottle of wound medicine for?”

“Usually it’s one silver yinyin coin per bottle, but some more knowledgeable Old Hunter and Old Mercenary can tell the good stuff apart. High-quality wound medicine can fetch a higher price. After all, in battles with fierce beasts, this kind of high-quality potion can be life-saving. Our Bailing Pharmacy is a small business, so we don’t have much money to buy high-grade ingredients above level 4. Mostly, we just sell wound medicine.”

“I see. Let’s eat quickly, then go to the market to sell?”

“Mm.”

……

The sun was shining brightly. Benjamin Harris, Olivia Walker, Olivia Carter, and John Reed, the four disciples of Bailing Pharmacy, carried their medicine boxes to the market. The market was at the crossroads in Silver Fir City, right next to the city lord’s mansion, and everyone passing by would go through here.

Bailing Pharmacy’s location wasn’t great—if they waited for customers to come to the shop, they might starve. So taking medicine to the market to sell was one way for the disciples to make a living.

After sitting down, Olivia Carter set out the fifty-one bottles of wound medicine. Beside him, Benjamin Harris displayed his own level 2 calming potions and strength potions. Calming potions could remove dizziness after injury and boost combat power, while strength potions, made with the blood of a mighty tiger, could stimulate potential and increase the user’s strength and explosive power.

Generally, those who bought potions were cultivators, mercenaries, soldiers, or hunters—professions with higher risks. Especially some mercenaries, who needed strength and calming potions for fighting magical beasts or powerful enemies. These potions could increase their chances of victory and survival.

On the side, Benjamin Harris shouted at the top of his lungs, “Top-quality strength, calming, and wound medicine! Come take a look if you need it! Bailing Pharmacy’s products—quality guaranteed!”

As soon as Benjamin Harris finished, a few young men at the stall across from them burst out laughing. One of them, a youth in green brocade, couldn’t help but mock, “Bailing Pharmacy? A useless shop that can only sell potions below level 3 dares to talk about quality guarantee? That’s hilarious!”

Benjamin Harris was furious. “David Thompson, what did you say?”

The brocade-clad youth raised his eyebrows and said, “I said your Bailing Pharmacy is useless, so what? Benjamin Harris, you’re just a level 3 alchemist—do you really think you can challenge me? Hmph, I can already make level 4 potions. And you? You’re only fit to make your level 2 potions!”

With that, the brocade youth arrogantly announced, “Level 4 potions from Shenyu Pharmacy for sale! Stone Skin Potion, which can boost your defense and let you gather protective energy without using your own inner force! Paralysis Potion—apply it to your arrowheads, and even a thousand-year magical beast or a Saint-level warrior will be paralyzed for a few minutes! Come and buy!”

“Shenyu Pharmacy is just too much!” John Reed said angrily.

Olivia Carter had already learned that Shenyu Pharmacy was the top pharmacy in Silver Fir City, and its owner was the city lord, William Brooks. It was famous across the continent. That young man, not even twenty, was already a level 4 alchemist—something Bailing Pharmacy couldn’t compare to. But Olivia Carter also knew that the situation of Bailing Pharmacy being bullied would be reversed by him!

……

At that moment, a group of people approached from afar. All of them looked seasoned, with scars on their faces and wearing mismatched armor. Their battle axes and longswords were full of nicks. These people couldn’t be imperial soldiers—they had to be mercenaries. Only mercenaries would leave their armor without the imperial insignia. As for the imperial insignia, it was a purple yinyin flower, symbolizing the empire’s glory.