Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: 140. Purple Mansion Gazes at Qi, Chu Capital Medical Pavilion (7.2K words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_3

But this rope itself can’t withstand a single blow from a Crimson Palace cultivator, so be sure to use it only after suppressing them."

Song Yan took it with one swift motion and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, then respectfully said, "Time is of the essence, I shall depart at once."

The Infant Crying Master waved their hand and said, "Remember to report your progress to me, don’t go missing again."

"Understood." Song Yan replied, then saluted and headed swiftly northward.

The Infant Crying Master watched his back, squinted slightly, scratched their chin with a fox paw, and then shook their head.

Whether Song Yan is a Ghost Cultivator or not, they didn’t know, but he is definitely not in the Purple Mansion.

Someone who could reach the Early Stage of the Purple Mansion could only possibly be Zhang Han.

After thinking it over, they once again focused on eating.

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Two years later...

Autumn.

Chu Imperial City.

The luxurious debauchery, the riverside with its dazzling lights and bustling nightlife.

The young ladies draped in neon garments, with a fragrance of rouge, lifted their gentle hands to beckon the passersby whom they fancied, calling and waving, "Young Master, come along, have some fun, it’s delightful."

The Red Fragrance Tower’s renown in the Imperial City was significant, and as evening approached, the autumn scenery, though desolate, marked the beginning of the bustling activities of the pleasure quarters.

A small pharmacy diagonally opposite Red Fragrance Tower also finally began to welcome customers at this time.

Sobriety potions, strength-enhancing elixirs, contraceptive medicines, these types were the best sellers.

Of course, this little pharmacy named "Changchun Hall" didn’t only stock these, but as a new store with little reputation, naturally, there were no regular customers to support its business.

Moreover, the owner of Changchun Hall was an unremarkable-looking young man, making it even less likely for people to visit.

As some of the older folks put it, a person without the hair on their mouth isn’t capable of doing a reliable job.

The young owner was naturally anxious. He tried lowering prices, made extravagant boasts, but after botching the treatment of a few patients—causing them to take lots of medication and have their conditions neither worsen nor improve—few people came by.

Just a few days ago, the third madam of the Qin Family in the Imperial Capital ruthlessly threw a packet of medicine he prescribed at the shop’s entrance, cursing "damn quack," and Changchun Hall became even more deserted.

Fortunately, this young owner still had some cunning methods, beginning to offer special concoctions targeting the Red Fragrance Tower, thus barely keeping the pharmacy operational.

The young owner was already feeling disheartened, and had thus hired a simple lad with some medical skill to man the counter and sell medicine for him, while he himself no longer even consulted patients, as if resigning in despair.

Fortunately, this young owner was still quite popular.

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