Chapter 66: Whose Medicine is Best?

Li Banfeng changed into a guard’s uniform and slipped silently into the medicine warehouse. Various medicinal materials were stacked layer upon layer, filling the shelves.

He didn’t recognize the raw herbs, nor the prepared medicines. The medicinal materials stored in large sacks probably weren’t worth much, so Li Banfeng ignored them. He figured the bottles and jars contained the good stuff, so he made trip after trip, carrying them all into his Mobile Home.

There was a wooden box with a lock on it, presumably containing the most valuable items. Li Banfeng took that as well.

Seeing Li Banfeng haul back a pile of things, the phonograph puffed out a cloud of steam, clearly disapproving.

After emptying the medicine warehouse, Li Banfeng went to the front counter. From there, he retrieved 83,218 banknotes and 126 silver dollars, storing them all inside his Mobile Home.

With the valuables mostly secured, Li Banfeng returned to the Watermelon People’s room. He gathered more watermelon pulp and swallowed it, then dragged a sack from the corner of the room.

Inside the sack were brownish granules with a pungent, fishy odor.

This was fertilizer for the Watermelon People. Li Banfeng didn’t know its origins, but he knew its purpose.

He fed the fertilizer to the Watermelon People. Their eyes, previously dull, widened, and they became filled with murderous intent.

Li Banfeng, reeking of watermelon inside and out, was now considered one of their own.

Li Banfeng gave a command: "Kill!"

Twenty-odd Watermelon People marched out of the room in perfect formation and entered the courtyard.

A dozen guards were asleep in the wing-room. With a loud crash, the door was smashed open, and the Watermelon People marched in.

One guard rubbed his eyes, saw a group of Watermelon People entering the room, and shouted, "Not good, quick…"

He only managed to utter those three words before a Watermelon Person sliced his head off with a machete.

The guards woke up in alarm. The timid ones, not understanding what was happening, were immediately cut down by the Watermelon People.

The bolder ones grabbed their weapons and fought the Watermelon People, but the Watermelon People felt no pain and knew no fear. The guards were no match for them, and quickly fell beneath their blades.

The two smartest guards jumped out of the window and shouted, "Big Shot, something’s happened!"

In the backyard, the Big Shot (head guard) Song Baiming heard the commotion and ordered two First Level Martial Cultivators, "Guard the backyard. Don’t go anywhere!"

With that, Song Baiming rushed into the front yard. He wanted to see which gang of thieves was causing trouble and first establish a connection.

But when he saw the courtyard filled with Watermelon People, his brow furrowed immediately.

How could this have happened?

For Watermelon People to attack, there had to be two prerequisites.

First, they had to eat fertilizer.

Second, someone had to eat a special watermelon, sweat profusely, and then give them orders.

This group of Watermelon People had dedicated handlers. This sort of thing shouldn’t have happened.

Thinking about it was useless. Song Baiming shouted to a guard, "Go get a watermelon!"

The guard had only run two steps before a Watermelon Person stabbed him in the chest with a machete.

Seeing this, Song Baiming charged toward the pharmacy himself, intending to grab a watermelon.

The Watermelon People killed anyone they saw, surrounding Song Baiming in the courtyard.

In desperation, Song Baiming suddenly bent over, and his arms instantly bulged, tearing his sleeves.

From his shoulders to his fingertips, his arms were covered with a layer of hard armor. His hands expanded again, his five fingers turning into two, forming a pair of large pincers. With one clamp, he snapped a Watermelon Person’s head off.

Watermelon pulp flowed out. Song Baiming picked up some watermelon pulp and tried to put it in his mouth.

But he wasn’t fast enough. With the layer of armor, he was even slower.

The headless Watermelon Person waved its machete, continuing to fight Song Baiming. Song Baiming’s pincers swung up and down, chopping the Watermelon People into a mess of watermelon pulp and rinds.

This man… he was like a crab.

So-called Body Cultivators seemed to have a knack for biomimicry.

Li Banfeng didn’t waste time. While Song Baiming was being held up, he climbed onto the roof of the backyard house.

Geng Zhiwei stood in the middle of the courtyard, angrily scolding the guards, "Who the hell let the Watermelon People out? I’m going to skin them alive today!

Two Martial Cultivators urged Geng Zhiwei to return to the house, "Young Master, go back quickly! It’s dangerous in the courtyard."

"Afraid of what? Just get a watermelon and shout a command, and they’ll all stop. I’m telling you, these are things I bought at a great price. I won’t hold it against you if one or two get damaged, but if they’re all destroyed, see how I deal with you!"

A guard ran to the front yard pharmacy to get a watermelon.

The charming Third Concubine, draped in a blue brocade short jacket, walked out of the house, took Geng Zhiwei’s arm, and said coquettishly, "Master, please go back to the room. I’m scared."

The Third Concubine was genuinely afraid, trembling with fear, her conscience trembling along with her, her large breasts also trembling.

Geng Zhiwei pushed the Third Concubine away and shouted at the guards, "Have you brought the watermelon yet? What’s taking so long?"

This was the Watermelon People’s fatal weakness. As long as they ate watermelon and sweated, they could be commanded.

In this situation, Geng Zhiwei would soon eat watermelon and soon control the Watermelon People.

But Li Banfeng’s purpose here wasn’t just to take elixirs, nor just to take money, nor was it just to cause a ruckus with the Watermelon People.

He was here to do something big!

He could do this thing himself, but if he wanted to get it done thoroughly in a short amount of time, he’d better get some help.

One had to invest when doing things.

One had to invest heavily when doing big things!

Li Banfeng lay on the house beam, struck a match, and lit the joss paper in his hand.

A burst of liquor aroma wafted over, and Li Banfeng heard Teacher Yao’s voice:

"What do you want me for? Don’t tell me you want me to kill someone? That’s beneath me."

This was what Li Banfeng expected. Teacher Yao had said that he couldn’t do things that were beneath him.

"How could I dare trouble you with killing people?"

"Then what do you want? Treatment or medicine? Nothing else."

Li Banfeng said, "I want to buy medicine, some good medicinal wine."

"Buy medicinal wine?" The old man smiled. "Strong liquor or light liquor?"

"Strong liquor, the stronger the better."

"You’re drinking it alone?"

Li Banfeng roughly calculated, "It has to be enough for over a hundred people to drink."

"So much wine? I sell medicinal wine, not poison. Are you sure about this!"

Li Banfeng answered firmly, "I’m sure. The wine to treat Little Fatty’s illness is the most suitable."

"Where do you want to drink this wine?"

"Right here in this pharmacy."

The old man responded, "I have bottled wine and bulk wine. Bulk wine is stronger, but it’s messy. Is that what you want?"

"Bulk wine, the messier the better. It would be best if you personally sprayed a mouthful."

The old man smiled. "Besides the deposit, the liquor money is another 500,000, no bargaining. Drink it in this pharmacy, and you’re not allowed to take it out."

Li Banfeng nodded. "Deal!"

As the words landed, the joss paper burned to ashes.

Whoosh, a gust of wind sounded.

A rich liquor aroma instantly enveloped the entire Geng Family Pharmacy.

Teacher Yao’s voice sounded in his ear again, "Remember, my medicine is the best medicine in Yaowang Gulch. It can only be used to treat illnesses."

Li Banfeng responded seriously, "Don’t worry, I’m here to treat their illnesses."

"Hehehehe!" After a burst of laughter, Teacher Yao’s voice disappeared.

Li Banfeng took out the Blood-Soaked Pendulum, unscrewed the screw, and sprayed the remaining grease.

He struck a match and threw it onto the sprayed grease.

A fire snake appeared in the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Geng Family Pharmacy was engulfed in flames.

Li Banfeng opened his Mobile Home and threw the key outside the courtyard wall of the pharmacy.

Sitting in the main room, Li Banfeng carefully thought about Teacher Yao’s words.

Teacher Yao had said that if Li Banfeng was a smart man, he would naturally know his identity once the business was done.

Did Li Banfeng know now?

Yes, he did.

Teacher Yao said that his medicine was the best medicine in Yaowang Gulch.

Whose medicine was the best medicine in Yaowang Gulch?

Of course, it was the Medicine King’s.

Outside of Yaowang Gulch, the Medicine King couldn’t exert his strength. Inside Yaowang Gulch, the Medicine King could help.

The Medicine King of Yaowang Gulch was a Wine Cultivator.

Surprised?

Li Banfeng didn’t have time to be surprised. He had other things to do.

With the fire raging, Young Master Geng Zhiwei lost his composure. He rushed out of the house, stood in the courtyard, and shouted, "What the hell are you all doing? Put out the fire, put out the fire! I told you to store more water usually, what the hell were you doing?

You two, come with me into the house and move the things out. First, move out the banknotes, and the silver dollars, and the calligraphy and paintings…"

Geng Zhiwei carried two boxes of banknotes, and two Martial Cultivators each carried two boxes of silver dollars out of the house.

Geng Zhiwei also called people to take the calligraphy and paintings, but at this time, the fire had already spread inside the house.

The guards didn’t dare enter the house and fled to the back door.

Geng Zhiwei roared, "You bunch of useless bastards, go get the elixirs first!"

He was about to go to the front yard to get the elixirs when he saw the Watermelon People marching in neat rows into the backyard.

How did the Watermelon People get in here?

Where was Big Shot (Head Guard) Song Baiming?

Song Baiming had fled.

It wasn’t that the Big Shot wasn’t loyal. He was human, and he was afraid of fire, but the Watermelon People weren’t.

The fire grew fiercer and fiercer, and there were more and more Watermelon People. The two Martial Cultivator guards quickly advised Geng Zhiwei, "Young Master, let’s go! We’ll be in big trouble if we don’t leave."

Geng Zhiwei gritted his teeth and rushed toward the back door with the money boxes.

The two Martial Cultivators followed closely behind. The Third Concubine ran slowly, staggering and barely keeping up.

Near the back door, the smoke was extremely thick, choking Geng Zhiwei so that he couldn’t open his eyes. He stumbled over the debris on the ground and almost fell.

A guard stepped forward and helped Geng Zhiwei up. "Young Master, follow me!"

Geng Zhiwei quickly followed the guard. The two Martial Cultivator guards behind him became angry.

Who the hell was this person?

So shameless!

Where did he run off to when we were risking our lives to protect the Young Master?

The two Martial Cultivators immediately chased after them. After exiting the back door, they found that the Young Master’s figure had suddenly disappeared.

Not good, that person was a fraud! He might not be a guard!

"Young Master!" The two Martial Cultivators shouted all the way, chasing after the direction in which Geng Zhiwei had disappeared. They had only chased a few steps when their eyes suddenly went dark.

Ding-a-ling.

Li Banfeng threw the key out.

Clang.

The door closed.

The guard who had led Geng Zhiwei to escape was Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng had been wearing the guard’s uniform all along, and Home Cultivators were easy to overlook. Geng Zhiwei was already panicked and his eyes were stung by the smoke, so he didn’t realize that this "guard" was actually a stranger.

Li Banfeng had led Geng Zhiwei into the Mobile Home just like that.

Geng Zhiwei groped around and shouted, "Where is this? What is this place?"

The two guards sensed Li Banfeng’s aura, but couldn’t determine the exact location. They shouted, "Where did you come from, you bastard? What kind of trickery are you using? Quickly come out, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse!"

Li Banfeng sighed. "Afraid that Wife would eat too much, I originally only wanted her to eat one, but who knew three would come."

He really only wanted to bring Geng Zhiwei in, but he didn’t expect the two Martial Cultivators to be so loyal and follow him into the Mobile Home.

Hearing Li Banfeng’s voice, the two Martial Cultivators identified Li Banfeng’s location and came up to fight him.

But could they beat Li Banfeng?

A First Level Home Cultivator in his own home could match the combat power of a Second Level cultivator.

What’s more, Wife was waiting to dine.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Gongs and Drums began to play.

Li Banfeng easily dealt with the two Martial Cultivators, not forgetting to instruct the phonograph, "Wife, the banquet is starting. Eat slowly."

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

"Husband, I can’t be slow, don’t laugh at me, I’m really hungry~"

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