Chapter 5149 — Trouble at the Heavenly Elixir Pavilion
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Oh? Didn't you say there's a time limit on projecting your primal spirit? Are you sure you can stay here until then?" Lin Dongfang asked doubtfully.
"I'm not sure. But recently I've discovered that although the spiritual energy here is somewhat thinner than on Cloud Terrace Island, for some reason it's very beneficial for nourishing the primal spirit." This was a new discovery since he had taken primal spirit form here—in that form, his perception of the surrounding environment was noticeably sharper. The nourishment worked silently and invisibly, like rain moistening things unseen; otherwise Wei Zhao might never have noticed it at all.
"So you're in pretty good shape right now?" Lin Dongfang looked him up and down.
"Mm, and more than that—I earlier got a piece of charcoal-like treasure from Leng Leng. It contains immense spiritual-consciousness energy that can be drawn on at any time. I think it should let me hold out longer." Wei Zhao nodded. He had used the Star-Ink Charcoal a great deal for cultivation lately, and felt that his primal spirit had not weakened at all—rather, it seemed even more solid than before. At this rate, lasting several more months should be no problem at all; if things went smoothly, holding out until the Taigu Trial was not impossible.
"That's fine, then. You can look after that girl Leng Leng yourself, and I'll trouble myself to keep watch over the mundane world for you." Lin Dongfang pursed his lips, then went out for a stroll with Aunt Qing.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly at their departing figures. Having Old Man Wei here really did set his mind at ease a great deal—at least there was nothing to worry about on the mundane-world side. But having been back so long, he was beginning to miss his days on Cloud Terrace Island. He wondered how Tianchan and the others were doing lately.
Cloud Terrace Island, the Heavenly Elixir Pavilion on the central island.
A full four months had passed since Wei Zhao's primal spirit projection. The Heavenly Elixir Pavilion had been fairly peaceful lately—no one had dared come knocking to make trouble—but business had not been good of late. Meanwhile the rival Famous Medicine Sect, because it had Zheng Dongyang, a seventh-grade alchemist, personally presiding over it, had opened advance bookings for elixir refinement to the public and snatched away no small amount of business.
If Wei Zhao were here, he could easily seize back the limelight by casually producing a few high-grade elixirs. Unfortunately, he had been gone too long; the few elixirs he had left behind before departing could not possibly sustain them this long, and Tianchan's alchemy skills were clearly no match for Zheng Dongyang's—hence the steady decline.
"Sigh, today's revenue is down again from yesterday. At this rate things look bad." Xueli looked at the account book and sighed. Ever since Wei Zhao had released those seventh-grade elixirs and created a peak in sales, the past few months had essentially maintained that trend—the daily decline wasn't large, but month after month of it, the accumulated drop was quite startling.
As one of the proprietresses of the Heavenly Elixir Pavilion in charge of marketing, Xueli took revenue more seriously than anyone. This feeling of decades of hard work undone overnight was truly disheartening and powerless—and there was no countermeasure to be found. (To be continued.)