Lu Sheng pulled down his mask and poured the entire contents of the flask into his mouth.
The medicinal concoction slid down his throat and quickly entered his stomach.
Lu Sheng couldn't discern the taste at all.
He stood still and waited silently for a few seconds.
Soon, he felt a wave of heat rush through his body, circulating within him in just a few breaths.
Every muscle and cell in Lu Sheng's body greedily absorbed the heat.
It was as if a parched land had suddenly been watered, or like a sponge that had been exposed to the sun was thrown into water...
A thin mist of white vapor began to rise from his body, and his internal vitality surged as he felt himself being gradually filled with energy.
After ten minutes, the sensation began to fade, eventually disappearing.
Lu Sheng's eyes shone brightly as he stared at the flask in his hand.
He knew that he had succeeded.
The effects of the Lingji Zhuangxue Soup were even better than he had expected, far surpassing the effects of the blood-toning formulas he had used before, many times over.
And the production cost was even less than twice that of the blood-toning formula.
Lu Sheng also felt that his skin had tightened slightly.
This was mentioned in the recipe.
Since the soup was called Lingji Zhuangxue Soup, its effects were not limited to merely enhancing the blood.
While toning the blood, it also increased the skin's density, minimized pores, whitened the skin, and offered various other added benefits.
"In the future, supplements will be amazing. The wisdom accumulated over ten thousand years—just a little of it could outshine anything today by streets!"
Lu Sheng couldn't help but exclaim.
The effects of the Lingji Zhuangxue Soup hadn't fully absorbed yet. There was still some left in his body, which would require practicing the Starforge Body Art to fully activate.
Of course, not right now; the priority was to finish preparing all the remaining herbs.
With the experience from this successful batch, Lu Sheng moved on to prepare the rest smoothly.
.....
Knock, knock, knock—
Lu Sheng opened the door, his expression neutral.
"Didn't I say not to disturb me?"
"The boss will be back soon! Hurry up and come out!"
The young man at the door looked anxious, urging him on.
Lu Sheng's face darkened, and without speaking further, he quickly tidied up the preparation room, grabbed the prepared potions, and left the room.
Although the timing was much earlier than he had expected, at least the twelve portions of Lingji Zhuangxue Soup had been successfully prepared. He felt that it was a job well done.
Lu Sheng handed the young man two hundred yuan and left the Benevolent Hall.
Before leaving, the young man had specifically left his phone number, saying that he could contact him directly next time, hinting that he wanted to establish a long-term business relationship.
Lu Sheng, carrying the twelve portions of Lingji Zhuangxue Soup, walked swiftly and steadily.
With the blood-toning medicine now in hand, he could focus on improving his cultivation.
......
He Lingsu got out of the car, her body exhausted.
At barely twenty years old, He Lingsu was graceful and beautiful. She should have been enjoying life like a blooming flower, but instead, she had long carried the heavy burden of her family's legacy.
The He family had made a living by manufacturing medicine. Her ancestors even produced a renowned fifth-level pharmacist in Baihe. However, by the time it reached her father's generation, the family had fallen into decline.
In her grandfather's time, the He family had been prosperous. The Benevolent Hall's branches spanned across several provinces, with over a hundred locations in total.
But now, only two remained, struggling to survive in the city of Baihe.
"The martial arts industry has developed rapidly, and the pharmaceutical industry related to martial arts is also evolving every day. New and better formulas are being created, while the old formulas are being eliminated."
The He family's decline had come because of their outdated views—stubborn, traditional, and unambitious...
No one had thought that the martial arts tonics popular a century ago wouldn't sell well today. Back then, many people couldn't even afford a single bottle of blood-toning formula with an entire month's salary.
"Only by innovating can we save the He family from its current predicament."
This had always been He Lingsu's belief.
For the past few months, she had been searching tirelessly for a new martial arts tonic to revitalize the He family's business.
But after half a year of effort, the results had been disappointing.
Just yesterday, she had learned that an old pharmacist in a neighboring city had developed a new tonic, so she immediately rushed there.
However, halfway there, she received a call from the pharmacist informing her that they had already chosen a partner for the new product.
He Lingsu returned empty-handed.
"Miss He, you're back..."
As soon as she entered, a young man in a white coat greeted her.
He Lingsu was in a foul mood and couldn't be bothered to respond, simply nodding coldly.
Having been in charge of the family's pharmacy for so long, she knew exactly what kind of person each employee was.
This employee, named Ma Fei, was lazy and careless. He often slacked off at work and had even been caught selling the family's tonics on the side. She had warned him several times, but he refused to change.
If it weren't for the lack of suitable replacements, she would have fired him long ago.
"He Lingsu is so beautiful… If only she would be my girlfriend…"
Ma Fei stared at her retreating figure, unwilling to pull his gaze away.
He Lingsu had always been his dream girl.
The reason Ma Fei had stayed at the Benevolent Hall was that he fantasized about the day when He Lingsu might notice him.
Although the business was not great, he thought to himself that even if the Benevolent Hall were struggling, a successful romance with the young lady would take him to the top of the world.
The chances were slimmer than winning the lottery, but what if?
After all, the tastes of rich young ladies were unpredictable.
In those urban romance , the poor, ordinary guy often found his luck with a rich girl...
Lost in his fantasy, Ma Fei suddenly saw He Lingsu's figure reappear in front of him.
"Wh-What… Miss He!"
Ma Fei jolted up, quickly wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
At this moment, He Lingsu's face was completely cold, her expression dark as she glared at him.
"Did you secretly bring someone into my potion preparation room?!"
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。