Over the course of two days, Fan Xiwen refined elixirs ten times in total. Not a single batch was ruined; all of them were stored in the white porcelain bottles Mo Younian had specially purchased.
There were ten bottles of elixirs, with eight pills in each bottle.
Eight bottles contained Marrow-Cleansing Pills, and two contained Beauty Pills.
Of those eight bottles of Marrow-Cleansing Pills, the five bottles Fan Xiwen intended for his own use consumed at least eighty percent of the medicinal materials Mo Younian had sent over. There was no helping it. On the Xinghe Continent, a single Marrow-Cleansing Pill would be enough to transform a person completely and set them on the path of cultivation. But the spiritual energy here was appallingly scarce, so Fan Xiwen could only win through sheer quantity.
As for the remaining three bottles, like the other two bottles of Beauty Pills, Fan Xiwen planned to sell them.
To be honest, the path of cultivation was, to a great extent, simply a matter of burning money.
With Unnamed Star’s impoverished spiritual energy, Fan Xiwen needed even more money. For the moment, setting aside everything else, he needed to establish a massive Spirit Gathering Array, both for cultivation and for growing Spirit Herbs. In his previous life, Fan Xiwen had cultivated to the Pseudo God Emperor realm, so naturally there would be no obstacles in cultivating again; everything could proceed smoothly. However, Fan Xiwen planned to bring a large group of followers to the Xinghe Continent in the future, and cultivating that group would be a bottomless pit.
Mo Younian was merely the richest man in Shao City. Even if he sold everything he owned, he could only raise around ten billion yuan, which was nowhere near enough to satisfy such a gluttonous maw.
Therefore, Fan Xiwen needed money.
Although the three bottles of Marrow-Cleansing Pills were of terrible quality, they could still be considered nourishing substances for ordinary people. They could not achieve rebirth, but at the very least, they could improve one’s constitution, and living a few years longer would still be no problem. As for the Beauty Pills, Fan Xiwen had always remembered one saying: women’s money was the easiest money to earn in this world.
The effects of the Beauty Pill were simple and crude. Want to become fairer and more beautiful? Then just use a Beauty Pill.
After finishing the refining of the elixirs, Fan Xiwen stayed in his room for another two days. After consuming five bottles of Marrow-Cleansing Pills, he finally returned to roughly the same condition as when he had first begun cultivating back then.
Only after that did Fan Xiwen summon Mo Younian.
Besides Mo Younian, there was also the frantic Zhou Hu, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
After Zhou Hu encountered Fan Xiwen that day, he had barely arrived home when he felt a terrible pressure and pain in his head. He writhed in agony on the sofa. Yet after he went to the Hospital for an examination, the conclusion was that there was nothing wrong with him. The doctor recommended that he stay for observation, and Zhou Hu agreed. Every conceivable test was performed, but they still showed that he was perfectly healthy. Zhou Hu became furious and nearly grabbed the doctor and beat him. Then he thought of the young man he had encountered while waiting at a traffic light that day. Although he had thrown away the note, his memory was good, so he called the number from memory. The Sunshine Hotel front desk answered and confirmed that the other party was staying on the seventh floor, and that the richest man in Shao City, Mo Younian, treated him with the utmost respect.
At that point, Zhou Hu could no longer sit still and hurried to the hotel.
However, Fan Xiwen was refining elixirs at the time, and no one was allowed to disturb him.
Zhou Hu tried several times to force his way in, but was ultimately stopped by the bodyguards beside Mo Younian.
Today, having finally received word that the Little Divine Doctor had emerged from seclusion, Zhou Hu came running over at once.
When Zhou Hu saw Fan Xiwen, he acted as though he had encountered a close relative. He nearly knelt before Fan Xiwen and begged the Little Divine Doctor to save him.
A headache might not be an illness, but when it struck, it felt like it could take your life.
“Mo Younian, take these things back to Shao City. You have three days as well. You may each try one pill yourself. As for the price, I believe that as a businessman, you understand the value of these things better than I do.”
Mo Younian respectfully accepted the five bottles of elixirs and then left.
Seeing how respectfully Mo Younian treated Fan Xiwen, Zhou Hu was completely dumbfounded.
The richest man in Shao City, Mo Younian, was a figure who could make all of Shao City tremble three times with a single cough. As for Dragon City, there were absolutely no more than a handful of people who could make Mo Younian this respectful. Yet among that handful, there was no one so young.
Zhou Hu roared inwardly: You are the richest man in Shao City! You cannot have no principles! You are already this respectful, so what am I supposed to do?
Could it be that he really had to kneel on the ground, call him the Little Divine Doctor, and beg him to save his life?
In fact, before Zhou Hu arrived, Mo Younian had already knelt. It was just that Mo Younian would not tell Zhou Hu about it for the time being.
“You’re Zhou Hu, right?”
Fan Xiwen cast a calm glance at Zhou Hu, who was standing there in a daze. The latter immediately shuddered and answered with extraordinary respect, “Yes.”
“A splitting headache that makes you wish you were dead whenever it flares up, and even after going to the Hospital, no problem can be found.”
With every word Fan Xiwen spoke, Zhou Hu became more shocked. In the end, he was left feeling utterly horrified.
That was because Zhou Hu was certain that before meeting this young man, he had always been in excellent health and had never suffered from any illness. After meeting this young man, his head had begun to hurt.
They had been standing at a traffic light then, so how had the other party known that he was ill?
Moreover, Zhou Hu had not gone out for several days, yet after meeting him, the young man could still know everything about his condition.
This was undoubtedly a divine doctor!
Of course, Zhou Hu believed something else even more strongly: the young man before him had tampered with him.
A divine doctor could heal the sick and save lives, so naturally, he could also harm people.
Mo Younian’s respect, his own experience, and all the associations between them filled him with profound fear.
“I’ll give you credit—you actually managed to figure out this much.”
Fan Xiwen chuckled softly. “But tell me, how much money are you planning to spend to buy your life?”
Thud!
Zhou Hu knelt directly on the ground and said sincerely, “As long as I, Zhou Hu, possess it, you may take whatever you want.”
Faced with those unfathomable methods and that ability to see through people’s hearts, Zhou Hu was already filled with trepidation.
“How about this? Do one thing for me. As long as you complete it, your headache will be a minor matter.”
“Please tell me what you need.”
A man like Zhou Hu had spent who knew how many years struggling through a life of deceit and intrigue. Ultimately, everything had been for the sake of staying alive. He knelt without the slightest hesitation, and naturally had no principles left to speak of.
“I want you to help me find some people.”
Fan Xiwen pursed his lips. “Oh, right. First, go buy a piece of good jade. Once you have completed this matter, I will tell you whom to find.”
Zhou Hu stared at Fan Xiwen and was speechless for quite a while. In the end, he said nothing, rose, and took his leave.
“The good jade I mentioned isn’t the kind of thing sold in those jewelry stores along Dragon City’s streets.”
Zhou Hu nodded. He understood that much.
After Zhou Hu left, Fan Xiwen shook his head, then departed from the hotel.
The cleansing and purging of his meridians was complete. His current body had taken another step toward merging with his divine sense. Next, Fan Xiwen needed to find a secluded place, construct a Spirit Gathering Array, and formally begin cultivating.
After going downstairs, Fan Xiwen first went to a nearby phone shop and bought a phone.
Smartphones had just begun appearing at this time. Naturally, they were still first-generation models. Not only were their screens small, but they were also outrageously expensive. Anyone who could afford a smartphone, especially a Fruit phone, was a tycoon. In his previous life, when Fan Xiwen bought a smartphone, the technology had already matured and prices had been steadily falling. He had gritted his teeth and bought a secondhand one, and had been happy about it for quite a long time.
But now, he no longer needed to worry about any of that.
When Mo Younian left, he had left behind a bank card. Fan Xiwen did not know exactly how much money was in it, but it was more than enough to buy a phone.
There was no scene in which the phone shop salesperson looked down on him. After entering, Fan Xiwen pointed at the Fruit phones in the display case and tossed out a bank card, acting decisively without wasting a single extra word.
After the card was charged, the salesperson’s attitude toward Fan Xiwen became unbelievably attentive. They even gave Fan Xiwen an unregistered SIM card with one hundred yuan of call credit on it.
After leaving the phone shop, the first thing Fan Xiwen did was call Xie Min.
Sure enough, Xie Min was nearly enraged when she received Fan Xiwen’s call.
When Fan Xiwen had left school, he had said that he would call Xie Min from time to time to report roughly where he was. Xie Min had said that this was so that, in case Fan Xiwen ended up dead in the wilderness, she could go collect his body.
Yet he had gone four or five days without making a single call. How could Xie Min not be anxious?
“I just bought this phone, and you were the first person I called. Be satisfied.”
Fan Xiwen seemed to be in a good mood and even exchanged a few more words with Xie Min.
An emperor was lonely by nature. In his previous life, apart from the Ten Directions Divine Venerable under his command, only a few divine consorts could truly share their hearts with Fan Xiwen. Therefore, Fan Xiwen cherished these fragile human bonds greatly.
Xie Min’s concern for Fan Xiwen in his previous life was something he had always remembered.
“I really shouldn’t have agreed to help you take leave.”
Over the phone, Xie Min could not help grumbling.
“What’s done is done. Regret won’t help.”
Fan Xiwen smiled.
“So I feel like I’ve been hurt.”
“How about this? Tonight, Li Yuan invited me to Shuimu Nianhua to listen to music. Come along too. Don’t say no. This whole mess happened because of you in the first place. Besides, when a Teacher is in trouble, a student can’t just stand by and refuse to help, right?”
With things put that way, what else could Fan Xiwen say?
“All right. Tell me the time, and I’ll come find you then.”
“Nine o’clock. Do you want me to come pick you up?”
Xie Min’s voice over the phone was full of distrust toward Fan Xiwen. She was probably afraid that he would simply break his promise.
“Don’t worry. When I, Fan Xiwen, give my word, it is as solid as the Nine Cauldrons.”
Then Fan Xiwen hung up directly.
“That brat.”
At Second High School, Xie Min put away her phone and could not help scolding him.
The last time Li Yuan had fainted to the point of unconsciousness in front of Xie Min’s home, rumors spread throughout the school that Teacher Li had been proposing to Teacher Xie. When Xie Min learned about it, she had nearly cried. How could people’s minds make such a huge leap? After finding out the whole story, Xie Min wanted to mediate on Fan Xiwen’s behalf. Li Yuan was a teacher of Second High School, after all, and he also worked in the Political and Educational Affairs Office. If he wanted to make things difficult for Fan Xiwen, it would be very easy—and impossible to guard against.
Fan Xiwen had done this for her protection back then, so Xie Min naturally could not simply stand by and do nothing.