"It's just a pill? We have plenty of those!" Jun Mo Xie curled his lip dismissively. "Sell them! The more the better!"

"With you saying that, I'm relieved. This Bone-Yew Pill, I've named it: Reshaping every bone, remaking muscle and blood vessels, instantly advancing—the dream cure for any Xuan Practitioner! How’s that for flair? Our medicinal pills now aren't just priceless in the way of fine paper; first, big brother, the effects of your concoctions are simply too goddamn miraculous, and second, your brother here has done the groundwork—through my sleepless nights and utmost dedication, our output of pills has become the divine remedy yearned for by the masses!"

Fatty Tang chuckled, slapping his belly which thumped against the ground, utterly delighted. "For this new pill, I’ve designed an entirely new pitch, listen to this: Are you still fretting over mediocre talent? Are you still agonizing over how no matter how hard you work, you can’t keep up with your peers? Still worried about your inability to advance? Still distressed about never becoming a true powerhouse? Come! Take the Reshaping every bone, remaking muscle and blood vessels, instantly advancing—the dream cure for any Xuan Practitioner! One pill takes effect, eternal genius guaranteed! Silver, gold, jade, earth, heaven—swallow it and skyrocket! Come on, what are you waiting for? Opportunity knocks but once, this divine medicine is appearing for a limited auction of only seven days, latecomers will be refused. Don’t let regret stain your life forever… How is it? Not bad, right?"

Tang Yuan finished speaking smugly, only to find Jun Mo Xie staring at him, eyes utterly frozen.

"Fatty Tang," "You—you—you—are you actually from Earth too? Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner?" Jun Mo Xie fiercely grabbed his shoulders, teetering on the verge of tears.

"What? Earth—what ball?" Tang Yuan was stunned, then forced a wry smile. "You’re the ball, damn it! I had no choice. Who the hell wants to be this fat? And I certainly don't want it!"

"Oh… So you’re not?" Jun Mo Xie sighed in disappointment. "But damn, you truly are talented! How could you even come up with such an innovative piece of advertising copy! If you really went to Earth, you’d be an advertising genius!"

"Advertising copy? Yes, yes… only by widely publicizing it can one sell things in bulk." Tang Yuan suddenly grasped the meaning of those two words and looked at Jun Mo Xie with unconcealed admiration. "Third Young Master, you are truly too brilliant; a casual phrase from you contains profound truth. My admiration for you flows ceaselessly, like the surging waters of a great river—the moment I see you, my spirits swell like the ocean under a strong wind…"

"Get lost! Stop spouting nonsense. How do you plan to sell this stuff? What do you estimate the starting bid should be?" Jun Mo Sha waved his hand, caught between laughter and exasperation.

"The efficacy of this pill likely surpasses all the spiritual medicines we had before. Let’s auction them off two at a time, starting bid at five hundred thousand taels of silver!" Tang Yuan revealed a black-hearted smile, holding up five fingers. "My initial estimate is that it could easily climb to five million taels! Keep in mind, this auction is aimed exclusively at the Xuan Power noble families; this is precisely what they need most!"

"Just…" Jun Mo Xie was completely speechless. He suddenly felt as though he were facing an utterly unscrupulous, avaricious, and deceitful big-time merchant! Two small pills, and this guy expects to get five million taels—a sky-high price! And these were pills that weren't even that important to him—considering that in this world, ten taels of silver could allow a family of three to live comfortably for half a year!

"During this period, ***, this is exhilarating! So incredibly exhilarating!" Fatty Tang's eyes were shining with the gleam of silver. "I used to dream of this life: sitting comfortably, just waiting, and then counting piles of gleaming silver. Damn it, I didn't end up counting silver bars, but silver notes instead—I’m counting banknotes so much every day my hands cramp! It's such a rush! Every night I count them myself, spending half the night at it—it's fantastic…"

"You… you are magnificent!" Jun Mo Xie was defeated. He never imagined he’d be rendered so speechless by someone else one day! If he truly converted all of the Noble Hall's income to silver, it probably wouldn't even require a full conversion; even at an eleven-to-one or even a hundred-to-one exchange rate, it would probably be enough silver to completely pack a room overnight, enough to make Fatty lose significant weight that he couldn’t eat back—if the guy didn't die counting it first!

Wait? As soon as Jun Mo Xie thought this, a brilliant idea struck him—a perfect way to help Tang Yuan lose weight. A truly wicked smile began to spread across his lips.

Standing beside him, Tang Yuan suddenly shivered, as if someone was plotting against him? Bah, how many people wanted to plot against him lately? With an expert like Song Shang protecting him, why worry about others scheming? The Fatty grumbled a few times.

"Hmm, Fatty, tell all participating buyers that this auction's proceeds must only be settled in hard silver or pure gold! Absolutely no silver notes accepted! Postpone the auction by ten days, giving everyone ample time to mobilize funds!" Jun Mo Xie suddenly remembered his Gold Power, realizing he could use some other metals to refine the Yan Huang Blood further.

And it would help the Fatty lose weight too… What? Hard silver transactions? Gold? Tang Yuan was dumbfounded. "Third Young Master, what are you planning to do with all that? That would be an enormous pile."

"I have important uses for it. Just do as I say!" Jun Mo Xie said seriously.

"Alright, you must have your reasons." Fatty Tang agreed immediately, though still puzzled. "But Third Young Master, you need to do me a favor first."

"What is it?"

"It’s about that woman, Xiao Mei. Sigh… you have no idea. That pill you gave me, the one meant for women, that woman intercepted half a bottle for herself. And now she’s finished it… but finishing it has caused a problem," Tang Yuan sighed deeply.

"What kind of problem? Are there side effects?" Jun Mo Xie’s interest instantly piqued; judging by Tang Yuan's expression, it likely wasn't good news.

"Sigh, the medicine is indeed very effective. That woman’s figure is now slender, practically comparable to Princess Ling Meng. But the problem is… her face has become even uglier!"

Tang Yuan looked close to tears. "Third Young Master… you don’t know. The current Bie Xiao Mei is like this: her back view captivates thousands of soldiers marching past, but turning around scares away a million invaders! This contrast is driving me crazy… especially since she’s my future wife! It’s driving me to despair…"

Her face? How ugly? Jun Mo Xie was puzzled. The Shao Yin Pill was best known for nourishing Yin and beautifying the complexion; how could it make her face look worse? This defied all logic.

"Xiao Mei, when she was little, ate something strange, and suddenly her appearance started deteriorating, becoming increasingly distorted…" Sigh, it's hard to describe. "But ever since she took your medicine, her body has changed so much, it seems even her bones have become more delicate, yes, increasingly slender… When I saw it was working, I used my position for personal gain and kept half a bottle for her…"

Tang Yuan glanced sheepishly at Jun Mo Xie, scratching his head. "After a few days, whenever I saw her back, I found her turning more and more enchanting, truly graceful… But, but her face grew uglier and uglier—pimples, pustules, warts and all sorts… Third Young Master, you have no idea of the torment in my heart! Such a perfect body… it’s such a waste."

Hearing this, Jun Mo Xie finally understood. It seemed Bie Xiao Mei’s originally robust physique wasn't entirely congenital; she must have consumed something in childhood that intentionally or unintentionally upset the internal balance of Yin and Yang, causing everything to develop in a more masculine direction. But the Shao Yin Pill he refined was the bane of that substance. Thus, Fatty Tang had accidentally forced out the toxins residing in Xiao Mei’s body, but because the application was flawed, these long-accumulated toxins had simply shifted, being expelled entirely onto her face, resulting in a look that was wretched to behold. This created a delicate situation where seeing her back made one feel criminal lust, seeing her profile made one want to retreat, and seeing her front view made one want to invoke self-defense…

"It’s fine, I’ll take a look later. It shouldn't be a major issue. I’ll return you a wife whose front and back are consistent. But Fatty, you need to be careful. What if Xiao Mei becomes beautiful and then kicks you to the curb…"

"Ah?!" Tang Yuan gasped in shock. "Now that you mention it, I hadn't considered it. With that woman's fierce personality, it's entirely possible! Should I just not treat it then?" He paused, then frowned miserably. "But if I don't treat it… her face is too unappetizing for me…"

"Sigh, let me think of a solution for you," Jun Mo Xie consoled him, then his eyes flicked up. "However, Fatty, let's be clear between brothers. Tell me honestly, if your wife's current situation hadn't occurred, were you planning to just let your abuse of authority slide?"

"Do…" Tang Yuan rolled his eyes furiously.

"You know the rules of our organization. According to the highest market auction price for each pill, we will double the value and deduct it directly from your shares!" Jun Mo Xie stated mercilessly. "If this situation recurs in the future, all your shares will be confiscated!"

"No! Don't! Third Young Master!" "That’s money! Gleaming silver is my life! You are trying to take your own brother’s life! We are real brothers!" Tang Yuan wailed miserably, as if his heart had been ripped out, flesh aching. He wept, snot and tears streaming, protesting: "You can't do this! You are too cruel, woo-hoo…"

He never expected that after enthusiastically shaking down the entire world, upon Jun Mo Xie's return, he would be the one getting shaken down. Was this instant karmic retribution?

"Then you choose: do you want your wife or your money?" Jun Mo Xie walked forward with his hands behind his back, ignoring Fatty’s pleas.

"This… this… well, silver is life, but a wife is passion. Of course, the wife is more important, so I still want my wife…" Tang Yuan rolled his eyes, finally making a firm decision.