Chapter 152: My First Half-life, Anti-law Potion King?
After assigning the small fry tasks one by one to the corresponding small fries with matching attributes, Yuan Zhu called out to that small fry working at the pharmacy and continued to delve deeper into understanding this industry.
He had been very interested in the pharmaceutical industry from the very beginning.
If asked why this idea arose? It was probably because in his faded and blurred past life (Earth) memories, he had studied the related major when he attended university.
The memories about his own origins had been faded and blurred by the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture. But the learning experiences and knowledge reserve from elementary school to university had not been washed away much.
Therefore, as soon as the word “medicine” was mentioned, he suddenly recalled the terrifying time after graduation when he was dominated by the veterinary drug factory. How could the fruits of his years of hard study and the painful experiences of the subsequent years of working be easily discarded? It was just like an inescapable nightmare.
Precisely because of this, after descending to the underground world, contacting the two siblings, infiltrating the Insect City to accumulate enough resources, and formally establishing the Animal Husbandry Village, he was particularly interested in the corpse seed and alchemy mentioned by the little girl.
Beyond the main mission of raising caterpillars, he intentionally steered the Animal Husbandry Village towards transformation into a spirit medicine farming base and pill refinement center. This choice was not without subconscious influence.
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At this moment, the blurred memories from his past life gradually became clear.
In the year he graduated from his hometown on Earth, the industry competition was cutthroat. Graduates were unemployed, majors were mismatched, and newcomers had no advantages. To earn a meager salary for survival, he and two classmates had no choice but to stumble into a local veterinary drug factory, which was small-scale with low wages, but at least it provided some income.
But soon, with his skills completely unable to be applied, the company arranged for him to go deep into rural frontlines to leverage his “professional” advantages and deceive fellow villagers engaged in farming into buying the company’s subpar veterinary medicine.
Soon! To promote their own products, he was forced to start from zero foundation and zero experience, temporarily playing the role of a veterinarian. He was tricked by fellow villagers into demonstrating the effects of their products by injecting cows, horses, pigs, and goats.
Did the medicine sell? He could no longer recall. In any case, it seemed he had developed a set of bizarre skills.
Next, the memory fast-forwarded. After accumulating a lot of practical experience, the company also caught the opportunity to expand overseas, setting its sights on the vast untapped overseas veterinary medicine market.
Thus, he and his little partners, who could handle both paperwork and fieldwork, were sent to backward countries in Asia, Africa, and Latin America, becoming multinational veterinary drug salesmen. On one hand, guiding local drug factories (workshops) in producing medicine, on the other, rolling up sleeves and standing in manure piles to inject pigs, explode cows, inject goats for foreign fellow villagers…
Then the memory accelerated again, skipping a series of bizarre encounters. His veterinary medicine life smoothly connected with the local gray market, evolving from injecting animals to injecting people… The stimulating life of constant fear amid rampant guns overstressed his mental state.
He finally quit early, went home to slack off, became dejected, enjoyed a lying flat life, and spent his days petting cats.
It was this “memory restoration technique” lasting several years that made Yuan Zhu’s body tremble, his eyes lighting up brightly, as if he had discovered a blue ocean?
A surge of impulse rose in his heart to carry forward the skills he learned on Earth in this otherworld of Du Ling, leaving his name in history.
This was probably also the original driving force behind generations of Earth fellow villagers (transmigrators) going all out in different eras, striving to rewrite human history.
So he continuously asked the small fry subordinate several questions. Under the other’s explanations, the enthusiasm and impulse that had just ignited were instantly doused by half.
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The classical medicine circulating in Du Ling was indeed in the same vein as traditional Chinese medicine. But it was not backward at all; instead, through generations of physicians’ summaries, it continuously innovated.
Even without considering the overpowered parts of the Kunlun System immortal path pill methods, the classical medicine at the level of ordinary mortals had now achieved scientific, standardized, and industrialized improvements.
Whether pre-packaged medicine liquids, mechanically produced bottled pills, or fully standardized classical herb packs by weight, all realized standardized mass production and were placed on pharmacy counters, waiting for patients to buy directly.
The practice of thousand-person thousand-formulas, tailoring medicine proportions after diagnosing a single patient’s pulse, was instead an expensive and luxurious “classical expert consultation,” which poor ghosts had no qualification to enjoy.
The magic potions of the Eastern world had also undergone similar reforms. Therefore, the small workshop cost-reduction and efficiency-improvement veterinary medicine production process in Yuan Zhu’s mind had no place to be applied.
The things he could think of had long been preemptively completed by previous transmigrators during the “Second Extraordinary Industrial Revolution.”
Using veterinary medicine as human medicine—did he think no one in Du Ling, with even lower moral standards, had tried it?
One plan failed, and a new scheme immediately emerged in Yuan Zhu’s mind.
But before attempting, he still needed to clarify the intelligence on Running first. According to his predecessor’s memories, over the past 10 years, many pharmaceutical companies had successively relocated to Running, setting up large and small laboratories for special effect medicine research and development.
Among them were traditional pills and Eastern magic potion trials, with influence gradually infiltrating the underground fighting circle. He had heard other professional black fist fighters mention it while receiving tuina massage at a familiar underground clinic, but he hadn’t paid attention.
However, over so many years, these “pharmaceutical research institutes” had brought little improvement to civilians’ lives, and no special effect medicines were heard to have flowed into the market.
Now that he had contact with supernatural systems, he vaguely realized that the “tentacles” of these research institutions had extended into deeper spirit layers, so their presence was always weak.
Competition in mortal medicine was a dead end. But if the track was changed to the supernatural domain, his mortal veterinary medicine would die even faster, so that path was also unfeasible.
For a moment, an idea rapidly took shape in his mind, on the verge of bursting out, yet missing just that final poke to break the window paper, making him feel very awkward and uncomfortable.
“The key point, where is it?”
Little Spicy Stick: “Boss, the veterinary medicine in your mind can’t compete with local pharmaceutical companies because there’s no market and no competitiveness. If you want to replicate your past life experience by mass-producing cheap veterinary medicine to make money, you just need to tap into a blank new market, bypass local competitors, and achieve monopoly. For example, the underground world?”
“Right! That’s it!”
A flash of inspiration struck in his mind. He realized that in this thriving medical city, resuming his old trade by entering the pharmaceutical field, using the scientific research capabilities of the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture to replicate and recreate the pharmaceutical knowledge from his past life memories, might be a good choice?
He couldn’t openly display the Shadow System as a signboard for business operations.
Even Mao Mao King relied on luxury children’s wear, and Dream Chasing Tower was a chain hotel + catering entertainment group. So he could package New White Feather (Taixi Chamber of Commerce) as a pharmaceutical (veterinary drug) company, produce cheap veterinary medicine at cost price, and then sell it to the Underground Insect City.
No competitiveness in Du Ling’s present world? I’d sell in the backward underground world.
I’d open a drug factory in Running to produce cheap veterinary medicine and sell it to Insect City residents for price difference profit; in Insect City, establish “Mao Shi Worm Animal Husbandry Village” to sell cheap raw materials to Mao Mao King for another profit; then acquire cheap extraordinary medicinal herbs from Insect City, have Animal Husbandry Village plant spirit medicine, bring it back to the drug factory in Running to develop higher-level magic potions and pills, sell to local supernaturalists with demand, or sell into the spirit layers.
Hmm, closed loop!
As for the lack of competitiveness of veterinary medicine, it could be completely solved by the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture. Precisely because it had zero competitiveness, chemical synthetic drugs were a blue ocean, serving as carriers for “polluting energy” to evolve into supernatural “polluted veterinary medicine”!
Because Running is on the West Coast, they could become his original Western medicine! Even if still lacking competitiveness, they could be sold domestically then exported to more bubble worlds without competitors, bullying the backward locals.
Perfect! Anti-Law Drug King, a very respectable track.
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Seeing the cult leader lost in thought, the small fry called before him to be questioned waited silently, his expression hesitant to speak, opening his mouth several times but not daring to interrupt his thoughts.
Yuan Zhu, having sorted out his thoughts, opened his eyes and looked at the other: “What do you want to say?”
“Cult Leader, it’s like this. Do you still have stock of the blood eggplants you distributed to everyone last time? Although my contribution points are insufficient, I can buy with cash, or exchange with more medicinal herbs or pills.”
Yuan Zhu naturally didn’t lack blood eggplants. In the exchange area of Happy Home, he had stockpiled a large pile, very cheap. Before returning, he had even seen No. 3 feeding that mascot little goat with blood eggplants.
“Oh? What do you want the blood eggplant for?”
The follower hesitated: “Do I have to say?”
Yuan Zhu shook his head: “Not mandatory, I’m just a bit curious. If you’re willing to tell me, I can give you a discount.”
“It’s nothing really. I work at the pharmacy and am acquainted with a black doctor hired by an underground boxing gym. After getting the blood eggplant last time, not fully trusting it, I took it to my friend’s underground clinic. Coincidentally, there was a seriously injured fighter who was almost reduced to a cripple. With a try-it-out mindset, I got the other party to sign a contract and fed him that blood eggplant.”
“The result was he recovered very quickly. According to his later recollection, there were no obvious side effects. Even this fruit helped him cross the threshold of a supernatural system he had always failed to enter, with rapid progress. Not only did he win two consecutive fights, giving me half the earnings, but he also wants to order more blood eggplants.”
Yuan Zhu: “Underground fighting huh. Blood eggplant is indeed a dimensional strike, miraculous for mortals. You can also feed him the pill I gave you this time to try; this thing can shed the mortal body and exchange the bones, alter physique, with even stronger effects.”
The small fry shook his head firmly: “No, this pill is precious; I’ll save it for myself!”
“You’re not doubting me this time?”
The small fry said firmly: “I have full trust in you, Cult Leader! Actually, even the blood eggplant had no issues; Ms. Mei has already proven that. It was just that I overthought and worried too much at the time.”
“Blood eggplant can be sold to you, 10 at a time, price reduced based on your performance in this mission. By the way, which system did that fighter you mentioned enter?”
These days, the threshold for supernatural systems is so low? One blood eggplant to get started? What a peerless genius. I’ve worked so hard to imprint the holy mark—what does that count as?
The small fry recalled slightly and answered: “I remember it’s the Path of Strength, requiring the purchase of Body Tempering Fluid produced by Rain Courtyard for assistance. In the underground fighting circle, eight out of ten fighters choose this path; Body Tempering Fluid has always been in short supply.”
“Hmm? I think I’ve heard of it.”
His predecessor had fought in amateur peripheral matches, which compared to the truly bloody underground black boxing, was an entry-level atmosphere group. He had no intention of delving into this industry, never contacting the highly side-effect-prone Body Tempering Fluid, only hearing about it, that it was quite expensive, and he wasn’t qualified to buy it.
But now recalling, he suddenly remembered that when his senior student introduced Rain Courtyard’s supernatural system to him, there was a Frog School. This system didn’t mess with fancy stuff—just one word: brute force!
Great strength creates miracles. Sanctify the physical body, prove the Dao with strength! Simple, crude, and efficient. At high levels, invincible fleshly body, crush pollution barehanded, invulnerable to all magic, kill while hard-carrying karma. Completely matching the description of the Path of Strength.
Body Tempering Fluid was highly suspected to be a product of the Frog School. And Running was overrun with frogs, more than mice; Rain Courtyard’s Frog School produced related products, flowing into the underground fighting circle to screen and cultivate potential user markets.
So it’s the Path of Hard Labor! Worlds apart from the noble Holy Light System—that I won’t be mad about.
He felt he could pick up the “underground fighter” side job again. Just change the identity—not as a fighter, but as the organizer.
After returning to Running, he could find time to visit the black fist boss who once valued him, to see if cooperation was possible?
Use blood eggplant + Body Tempering Fluid to cultivate a batch of performance-type fixed match fighters, pre-write scripts + rehearse, create personas in WWE style, stage “supernatural hot-blooded fixed matches.”
Once it gains fame, replicate the “underground fitness model” operation. Have them endorse “medicines + supplements” from Taixi-63, create supernatural Nine Dragon Warriors, and invade the fitness market.
Gradually replace Body Tempering Fluid with supernatural potions, re-enter the drug track.
Whether specifically feasible, just consult his senior student. This Frog School + Body Tempering Fluid might not be without a medical research institution?
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After the pleasant “dreamland team building” ended, Yuan Zhu was certain that among the 24 people present this time, at least 2/3 of the members were moved, actively approaching him, taking missions, and holding expectations for New White Feather.
The remaining 1/3 also dispelled their inner doubts, distrust, and ideas of fleeing, turning into neutral observers waiting for the next team building to freeload benefits.
Running, noon 12:00. Yuan Zhu ended his Dreamland journey, leaving the group of followers to enjoy themselves at Dream Chasing Tower. He returned to the present world first; he now had too many questions and needed to go to Rain Courtyard.
Just as he opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, the “mouse” in the backpack nearby entered berserk mode, jumping up and down inside the bag nonstop, emitting sharp “squeak squeak squeak” cries from its mouth.
“What the hell is this noise?”
Little Spicy Stick directly replied: “You have missed calls coming in. It has rung three times already… It’s Lu Rang.”
“Uh?”
Yuan Zhu was stunned for a moment, then remembered the Pipe Wrench Sword Immortal who stayed in Running diligently cultivating and honing swordsmanship. The other had a dialing mouse from Happy Home, was in the same city, and could log into Happy Home anytime to check mission progress.
So, he had something to discuss with him?
“Help me connect.”
“Okay!”
Little Spicy Stick manipulated the mouse to open the backpack from inside, nimbly scurried to Yuan Zhu’s side, actively extended the antenna on its head, shook its head to search for the position of the other “mouse,” and finally connected.
“Brother Yuan? Brother Yuan! Is that you? Are you back?”
“Just woke up.”
“Great! Do you have time? Come out quick, I need to see you!”
“Something urgent?”
“The goblins you wanted are about to overflow the warehouse!”
