DEM Chapter 59: System, You’ve Really Screwed Me Over!

Su Yuan didn’t set the price of the blue pill at two thousand yuan arbitrarily.

In this era of universal cultivation, the alchemy and artifact-refining industries were highly advanced. Take body-refining pills, for example, aside from those beast-grade muscle enhancers, there were plenty of legally available body-refining pills.

The only downside? They were expensive.

So expensive that Su Yuan had never consumed a single one.

Take the best-selling Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Pill for the Qi Refining stage, for instance. Its market price hovered around three thousand five hundred yuan, sometimes even hitting five thousand during peak demand.

This pill’s effects lasted four hours, enhancing muscle strength and bone density.

But according to its description, its four-hour effects didn’t even match the two-hour potency of the blue pill.

However, it was a legitimate product. If Su Yuan priced the blue pill above three thousand, it would be directly competing with the Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Pill.

Most body-refiners would rather settle for slightly weaker effects or pay a few hundred yuan more than buy from a private alchemist.

But if the price gap was nearly double… they’d praise the blue pill’s potency even if it landed them in the hospital.

Plus, the system had explicitly stated that pills refined with the Demonic Technique · Spirit Finger were free of toxic residue, making them completely safe.

And let’s not forget, Su Yuan’s blue pills cost him next to nothing to make!
Selling them for two thousand yuan was pure profit. How could the manufacturers of Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Pills compete with that?

Sure enough, upon hearing Su Yuan’s price, Yang Wentao was not shocked but overjoyed!
“Two thousand! Really just two thousand?!”

Chen Nuoyi, standing nearby, was surprised by his reaction. “Two thousand yuan for one pill… is that considered cheap? When I first started working, I couldn’t even earn that much in a week.”

Yin Qiyue glanced at her niece, hesitating to speak.

Better not mention that when she was still the Chen family’s young lady, a single pill could easily cost tens of thousands, or even over a hundred thousand.

Su Yuan smiled and helped Yang Wentao to his feet. “That’s right, just two thousand. How many are you planning to buy?”

Yang Wentao hesitated. “I’m still just a student with limited savings. I can buy five for now.”

Su Yuan: “Five? That’ll do.”

As Yang Wentao hurriedly prepared to pay, Su Yuan shifted gears. “But, Senior, my supply for this pill is quite limited. I’m the only one who knows how to refine it.”

“Five pills, how long will that last you? By the time you want more, I might be out of stock. Opportunities like this don’t come twice!”

Hearing this, Yang Wentao panicked.

He couldn’t bear a day without the blue pill. One a day probably wouldn’t even be enough.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and transferred twenty thousand yuan to Su Yuan!

“This is all my living expenses for the month. When I get more money, I’ll come back to buy more right away.”

Su Yuan nodded with satisfaction, pulling out a few packaged blue pills from his pocket and handing them over. “I only have six pills on hand right now. Take these for now and come back in a couple of days for the rest.”

“Great! Great!”

Seeing the coveted blue pills in front of him, Yang Wentao’s eyes lit up.

Ignoring the sting of spending twenty thousand yuan, he popped one immediately.

The moment the blue pill melted in his mouth, his trembling stopped, a strange exhilaration flickered across his face, and his entire body surged with vitality.

“Brother Yuan, my cousin and I will head out now!”

Yang Wentao was itching to hit the gym and go all out.

As for Huang Sheng?

Didn’t Brother Su Yuan say he wouldn’t die? If he’s not dying, he’s fine, right?

With a nod from Su Yuan, Yang Wentao hoisted his cousin over his shoulder and bolted toward the gym.

Watching them leave, Su Yuan checked the twenty thousand yuan newly deposited in his account and nodded with satisfaction.

But at that moment, a ding-dong sounded in his ear.

[Have you finally reached this point? Unable to suppress your true nature, while corrupting Taihua Sect, you’ve now extended your demonic claws to disciples of other righteous sects!]

[You control their bodies with wicked pills and drain their savings with beguiling demonic tunes!]

Here we go again! This damn system was slandering him again!

I’m just doing business! Business is about supply and demand, someone buys, someone sells.

Did I advertise the blue pills? No! Did I force Yang Wentao to buy them? I didn’t!
It’s his own fault, not mine!

[Corrupting a righteous cultivator to such depravity reveals your blatant ambition! You no longer wish to act alone, you want to plant spies in every righteous sect, draining the life and soul of every fallen soul you tempt to strengthen yourself!]

No, I never thought that! I just want to make money to get into a good academy.

[Demon Lord Task Updated]

[Task: Primordial Origin (In Progress)]

[One person’s strength has its limits. You aim to establish an unrivaled demonic sect, with followers willingly offering tributes to aid your path to greatness! Recruit followers and launch the Primordial Sect!]

[Task Progress: Recruit Followers (2/1000)]

[Task Reward: Demonic Technique Rank Upgrade (Self-Selected)]

Looking at the new task on the system panel, Su Yuan sighed helplessly.

System, you’ve really screwed me over!
I don’t want to be some demonic sect leader, but the rewards are just too tempting.

Thankfully, based on the system’s usual patterns, its “thousand followers” didn’t mean recruiting a thousand loyal minions who’d follow his every command.

Yin Qiyue, the so-called Qiyue Sect Leader with over 200,000 followers, had already shown him the way.

Online fans could count as followers.

If he could grow his account, completing this task wouldn’t be hard.

That said, who were his two current followers?

Yang Wentao was definitely one. The other, presumably, was his “first vassal,” Chen Nuoyi.

Once the Primordial Sect grew, he’d have to make the Class Leader the Vice Sect Leader, letting her wreak havoc on his behalf, heh heh heh!

While Su Yuan was secretly plotting these unspeakable plans, Yin Qiyue’s voice snapped him back to reality.

The purple-eyed girl exclaimed, “Twenty thousand yuan, just earned like that?”

Then, her curiosity piqued. “Su Yuan, what’s the cost of making those blue pills? They’re so much cheaper than market body-refining pills, can you even make a profit?”

Su Yuan glanced at the future Left Emissary of the Primordial Sect, not quite honest enough to tell the truth, and said vaguely, “I can definitely make a profit. If I can scale this business, I might even make two or three hundred thousand a month or more.”

Yin Qiyue nodded with a hint of admiration, then asked, “But it looks like you’ve only got that one university student as a customer. How are you going to expand the business?”

Su Yuan replied confidently, “Good wine needs no bush. Yang Wentao is basically a walking advertisement. I don’t believe his friends won’t get curious when they see his transformation.”

“I bet it won’t be long before people come to me through his introduction.”

Seeing Su Yuan had everything planned, Yin Qiyue didn’t press further.

She continued tagging along, watching the two work.

The rare weekend flew by in this fulfilling grind.

The next day, Yin Qiyue returned to her own school for classes, having already agreed with Su Yuan to come back to Taihua High School’s cafeteria after school for another livestream.

[NEXT CHAPTER]