Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1954: Eight Turn

He sat in front of a stone table in the basement, carefully inspecting the medicines before him.

“Clan Leader He, here, there are a total of one thousand six hundred and seventy medicines. Among them, seventy-two are four-turn medicines, two hundred and forty are three-turn medicines, four hundred and sixty-five are two-turn medicines, and eight hundred and ninety-three are one-turn medicines.”

“All are qualified.”

A Changxu Water Race member stood before He, introducing these medicines to her.

“Among them, medicines that enhance combat effectiveness account for thirty percent, while healing medicines account for seventy percent.”

There were some other clansmen in the room. These people were all that He could temporarily gather together. They had spent nearly a month refining this many medicines.

They all knew these medicines were intended for sale, and they were very reluctant in their hearts. In the custom of the Changxu Water Race, the medicines they refined were to be kept for themselves and their clansmen to use.

Although this concept had changed significantly over the years, it still had an influence; it was almost an instinct. After all, when they refined medicines, they needed to use their own Sacred Sigils and energy; they would, to some extent, see this as an extension or existence of themselves.

However, reluctance aside, they all knew that selling these medicines was something that had to be done.

Firstly, their race’s current situation was very, very bad, even after making sacrifices.

Since He returned from the Novice battlefield, all free clansmen felt the external pressure on them beginning to increase. They knew the reason; He’s outstanding performance made the major races, led by the Huo’er Star People, worry that the Changxu Water Race would become powerful and cause trouble.

Yes, just cause trouble, not pose a threat to them. But this was enough reason for them to act.

At least five free clansmen had been detained or captured by various races for various reasons, becoming their slaves. One was killed due to fierce resistance.

This change made every member of the Changxu Water Race apprehensive. Several elders who had quite disapproved of He’s decision to pledge allegiance to Ye Zhongming also stopped saying anything.

They truly gave up their last bit of illusion about the Cosmic Ten Thousand Races and began, like He, to place their bets on Ye Zhongming, who had just arrived from his home planet.

That might be their only chance.

Secondly, the person they pledged allegiance to provided them with a substantial amount of funds to purchase materials, enabling them to produce medicines in large quantities. These things were all money.

Well, all their wealth had already been handed over to that person. This Moonspan Gold was nothing in comparison, but the problem was that even if the money was just sitting there, the Changxu Water Race didn’t dare touch it, and Ye Zhongming similarly didn’t dare touch it. Bringing it up now was meaningless.

How difficult had it been for the Changxu Water Race people to improve their standard in recent years? Why was this? Besides their itinerant life, it was because they had no money to buy materials. Here, it refers explicitly to money belonging to themselves. Other races were willing to provide what they needed, but it was unclear what treatment they would receive after using it.

Finally, they also understood that this was a form of mutual assistance. Even if they suffered a temporary loss, in the long run, it was undoubtedly better for their backer, Ye Zhongming, to be stronger.

After checking the quantity, He nodded. A thoughtful expression appeared on her slightly tired face, and then she said, “We still need a flagship product to serve as the main attraction.”

The other clansmen looked at each other. An older Changxu Water Race member said, “Clan Leader, I think we can appropriately release some five-turn medicines.”

Five-turn medicines; quite a few clansmen had a high success rate in refining them, but the rarity of the required materials limited their refinement.

This clansman said this because he felt the material problem could be left to Ye Zhongming to solve in the future, so five-turn medicines would no longer seem as scarce as they did now.

But He shook her head.

“Five-turn is still not enough to build the reputation that Ye needs.”

Hearing the clan leader say this, this clansman paused and asked: “Then take out one six-turn?”

Five-turn medicine was a watershed. The clan leader of the Changxu Water Race, as long as the number of Sacred Symbols was sufficient, even if accumulating experience over time, could basically successfully refine medicines of this grade.

But above six-turn, that truly required talent.

Even if you had six Sacred Sigils, or even more, with poor talent, medicines of this grade were still an insurmountable chasm.

Among the currently free Changxu Water Race members, only five people could refine six-turn medicines without incurring losses—in other words, people with a certain guarantee of success.

Why could He become the clan leader at such a young age? Besides her ten Sacred Sigils, it was closely related to her ability to refine six-turn medicines at a young age.

From her background to her talent, to the combat strength and vision she displayed on the Novice battlefield, all earned her everyone’s respect and recognition.

“Eight-turn.”

Hearing these two words, the clansmen below all stood up directly.

Eight-turn! This was no longer someone’s prized possession, but the clan’s prized possession!

As far as many people knew, apart from a suspected truly legendary eleven-turn medicine in a certain location, the highest-grade medicine currently in the clan’s hands was a ten-turn medicine. Eight-turn medicines were equally precious, their number countable on one hand.

Taking out such an invaluable thing… this was simply madness.

“Clan Leader, it’s not that we can’t part with good things now, but eight-turn medicines haven’t appeared in the survivor fortresses for too long. Once they appear, it will inevitably cause waves. At that time, the Star-Eye Clan and Ye Zhongming, who haven’t grown yet, cannot provide us with protection.”

This point, He actually agreed with. However, her idea was that eight-turn medicines would indeed make many races compete, but it wouldn’t make them break all rules and discard propriety. After all, besides the Changxu Water Race, there were also many master alchemists among the cosmic races who possessed the ability to refine medicines with effects not inferior to eight-turn medicines. To put it in one sentence, they are rare but not peerless.

Medicines of this level should step on that ‘line’ of the major races. The cost of crossing the line is high, and the cost-effectiveness of an eight-turn medicine is very low.

In this situation, the probability of something going wrong is much smaller than the likelihood of nothing going wrong.

They needed to both avoid arousing excessive envy in others and build their reputation. Eight-turn should be the best choice.

“Don’t worry. I think Ye will consider these issues clearly. What we need to do now is calm our minds and cultivate. Upstairs… they won’t protect us for too long.”

After saying this, He pointed to the first floor of this building. There, Yisewei could do one last thing for White Robe and the Star-Eye Clan for now—she invited four experts to stay here. They would protect the Changxu Water Race people for half a cosmic year. After that, their safety would depend on themselves and Ye Zhongming.