With that matter finally settled, Lan Qingyou set down her cards and flopped onto the bed with a long sigh of relief.
Negotiations were truly mentally draining.
Especially this time.
It felt almost as exhausting as brewing a batch of potions.
Fortunately, the harvest was significant.
Six liters of Star Dragon King Essence Blood and six liters of various saps were just a drop in the bucket for Lan Qingyou.
Moreover, whether before or now, Lan Qingyou felt that these were merely external possessions.
The greatest gain from this trip was that book on magic circles.
Thinking of this, Lan Qingyou pulled out the book, intending to read it in detail—treating it as a bit of pre-study before returning to the shelter.
However, just as she flipped to the first page, the card beside her vibrated again.
Justice: "By the way, do you have any more Witch potions? We'd like to purchase some as well."
Due to the large number of people in the Supreme Council, the consumption of medicine was naturally high. Although Lan Qingyou was a titan in the alchemy world, she couldn't possibly satisfy them all by herself.
Even if a ton of materials were used every week to brew potions, it wouldn't be enough to keep up with their consumption.
So, after learning that the 'Witch' potion could grant Potion-making Correction, Herbalism Correction, and Magic Circle Drawing Correction, the council members were all eager to get some Witches into the Council to brew medicine.
But with Chu Yuan's interruption, Lan Qingyou's desire to study faded quite a bit.
The Tower: "I have 107 vials left. How many do you want?"
Justice: "All of them."
The Tower: "100 vials for 200 tons of D-grade alchemy materials. Among them, spirit-attribute plants, monsters, and cores must account for at least one ton. If you have C-grade materials, include them regardless of their attribute."
Lan Qingyou was now looking to make a C-grade talent potion for herself.
Last time she had hit the jackpot by pure chance, but success wasn't guaranteed this time.
After all, the materials used for each grade of potion were different, which meant the proportions were different too. Everything had to start from scratch.
Therefore, she asked for more materials.
Besides, the Supreme Council had deep pockets and vast resources; a hundred or so tons of materials was nothing to them.
Justice: "100 tons."
This was different from buying the Dragon King blood just now. That was the main prize that everyone wanted, so it had to be secured quickly.
The Witch potions, however, were already useless in Lan Qingyou's hands.
That was why Chu Yuan wanted to haggle over the price.
Yet, how could an alchemist like Lan Qingyou, who loved 'equivalent exchange,' possibly back down?
The Tower: "A long-lived race, plus the ageless attribute, and a built-in unknown Magic Eye awakening skill. This is far more precious than a dragon-type. I'm sure many people would be very interested, regardless of gender."
Everything else aside, the Magic Eye awakening was random.
In other words, it was very possible for an S-grade existence to be born.
This was Lan Qingyou's trump card, and likewise, the trump card of the 'Witch' race.
She wasn't worried about them not selling.
Justice: "150 tons. As a celebration of our contract, I have information on those two people. I'll send it to you now."
The Tower: "Whose?"
Justice: "The Huang Group's."
Tsk tsk.
You really have to hand it to the Supreme Council's vast resources.
In such a short time, they had already found the Huang father and son—the ones who had crushed her legs and killed her parents.
The Tower: "Deal. Send the materials after I return to my shelter."
Saying this, Lan Qingyou sent the hundred vials of Witch potions to the other party.
In return, Justice sent over news regarding Huang Xingming and Huang Wei.
However, rather than 'news,' it was more like a map.
It was drawn by Hells Mo and was titled the Golden Plains.
According to Chu Yuan, the two were currently on this map. As for their exact location, that would still require a divination from the Wheel of Fortune.
Right.
She had forgotten about that person, Wheel of Fortune, who only popped up once in a while.
Looking at the map, the Golden Plains were to the north of the Abandoned Land, separated by the Red Peak Rock Mountain, which was an extension of the Abandoned Mountains.
"The Golden Plains..."
Lan Qingyou murmured while looking at the map.
It was good they weren't dead; it wouldn't be fun if they were.
She knew where they were, but the problem now was that she couldn't get there.
But there was no rush.
Revenge was not something to be hurried.
After studying the map and thinking for a while, Lan Qingyou sent a message in the group.
The Tower: "@Justice, the remaining 4 vials are a gift to you, but you must guarantee that there are at least 4 Witches in the Golden Plains making their lives a living hell."
Justice: "Making things difficult for them, is it? Understood. That's not hard. Just as long as they don't die?"
The Tower: "Just don't kill them. Make it as miserable as possible."
Lan Qingyou's idea was simple.
Since I can't get there, I'll let others play with you. I'll let you live in agony first, and when I have the chance, it won't be too late for me to step in personally.
She was willing to pay any price to make these people suffer, let alone a few potions that were already useless to her.
She hadn't even thought about building her own team or anything of the sort.
On the other end, Justice gained a whole new understanding of Lan Qingyou's actions—or rather, her desire for revenge.
To give away such things just for revenge was truly unique.
However, for him, this wasn't difficult at all.
He would use the Council's potions to handle Lan Qingyou's request, and he would have four extra potions in his own hands to cultivate his own people.
No matter how he looked at it, this was a fantastic deal.
Wait...
In an instant, Chu Yuan realized why Lan Qingyou had given him these potions.
And why she wanted him to guarantee that four Witches would harass the Huang Group people in the Golden Plains.
She was using him as a cat's-paw.
"This little girl is quite something."
Chu Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile.
So what if he knew? He still had to follow through.
He couldn't help it; she simply gave too much.
As for Lan Qingyou's desire for revenge...
A wealthy man and a girl whose legs were crippled in a car accident.
Once those two character archetypes were combined, a smart man like him could easily guess the reason.
Furthermore, Huang Wei's reputation as a rich second-generation brat and Huang Xingming's history of building his fortune through illicit business were 'famous' even among the common people.
If he couldn't figure that out, he might as well just drop dead.
After handling the group matters, Lan Qingyou looked at the magic circle book she had tossed onto the bed, then went out to collect the four ancient trees and Steel-grath into her cards.
Having finished cleaning up the battlefield, Lan Qingyou finally felt a bit sleepy and decided to head back for a good sleep first.
As for the group...
Aside from those 'reaping the benefits,' whether it was the oldest, Hierophant Nemo, or the Magician David who was always lurking, they were likely all busy with their own innovations.
They didn't have time for her anyway.
With nothing left to do, Lan Qingyou decided to have a good sleep.
According to her calculations, by the time she woke up, the mana tide outside would likely be over. Then she could go back and see what that world-class item called the 'Emerald Tablet' was all about.
Rate on N.U.
