Chapter 25 It’s vulgar to withdraw money

"Not just any feeling? Potions? Didn't you tell Senior Brother Li Sitan that you were researching Second Order Runes?" Mo Tong felt his confidence returning. Finally, he had caught Wang Feng in a lie. This hypocrite was deceiving Senior Brother Li Sitan again. They hadn't even settled who was better at runes yet, and now he wanted to trick Mo Tong into studying potions: "Besides, I heard you were expelled from the Institute of Potions. How can you still brew potions?"

"..." Originally, Old Wang only wanted to interact with them as an ordinary senior brother, but instead, he received suspicion and distance. He sighed, "Fine, I'll come clean. Not only am I a genius rune master, but I'm also a super-genius potion master! Being expelled from the Institute of Potions is just a rumor. The deans of both the Institute of Potions and the Rune Academy fought over me in the principal's office. Can I be so blunt about it?"

Mo Tong stared in disbelief. Was this true or false? His intuition told him that Wang Feng was bluffing again, but... could a disciple really get away with such a bluff?

Even in Mahoraga, he wouldn't dare to do something like this.

Yin Fu, however, was intrigued. "Senior Brother, can we see it?"

Old Wang smiled like an old uncle, enjoying this moment.

"Let me show you something extraordinary—a potion with incredible power!"

As he spoke, he took out the bottle of Eagle Eye.

To be honest, it was a stunningly beautiful potion. Its azure color sparkled with starlight, making it look like a night sky filled with stars, captivating anyone who saw it.

In simpler terms, it looked impressive. Regardless of its grade or effects, a potion with such vivid colors and depth indicated a highly successful and pure brewing process.

Mo Tong, initially skeptical, was momentarily stunned by its appearance. Although he didn't understand potion brewing, as a noble of the Eight Tribes, he knew quality when he saw it.

"Did you really brew this?" Mo Tong frowned, examining the bottle of Eagle Eye: "Didn't you buy it somewhere?"

"Have you seen anything like it, Junior Brother Mo Tong?" Old Wang smiled. "This potion gives you extraordinary abilities. It enhances soul perception, improving vision significantly. For a gunner, it makes movements and sights exceptionally clear. More importantly, some talented individuals can even see the trajectory of soul energy, making it useful for wizards."

"Who are you trying to fool? Isn't this just a prettier third-grade insight potion? Talking about seeing soul energy trajectories—do you think you're selling a family bucket?" Mo Tong placed the bottle on the table, dismissively.

Old Wang smiled slightly. "You have no eye for quality. This is a first-grade potion, far better than an insight potion. More importantly, first-grade potions have no side effects, perfect for home and travel!"

"This is a first-grade potion?" Yin Fu examined the potion in her hand. She had a better eye than Mo Tong and agreed that it looked like a first-grade potion, though she had never seen one quite like it.

"That's right. I've always taken the unconventional path. Junior Brother Mo Tong seems unconvinced. Try it; if it doesn't work, I'll give you ten times your money back. And not only that, I'll agree to a one-on-one fight." Seeing their lack of interest, Old Wang threw out his trump card.

Mo Tong's ears perked up.

Hearing the word "fight," everything else became irrelevant. Compared to defeating Wang Feng with knowledge, beating him with his fists would be more satisfying!

At most, he'd lose some money. As a member of Mahoraga, did he care about money?

"You're looking at my pocket, but I'm looking at your flesh. We each get what we want today!"

Mo Tong's eyes gleamed. "How much? I'll buy it!"

"How vulgar!" Old Wang waved his hand sternly. "Talking about money is vulgar!"

"Wang Feng,

stop bluffing. Our relationship isn't that close. Just tell me the price!" Mo Tong didn't want to owe anyone favors, lest they use it as an excuse later.

Wang Feng shrugged helplessly. "This is the world's first Eagle Eye potion, destined for potion history. To brew this, I endured great hardships and used the best materials. But that's not important. What matters is the wisdom and talent within!"

"Don't talk nonsense. The price, I'm not someone who takes advantage of small benefits!"

"Three thousand. Since you're my dear junior brother, I'll give you a 20% discount—2,400, fair deal!" Old Wang extended his hand.

Mo Tong's mouth dropped open.

Without a doubt, the Eight Tribes have always been among the wealthiest races on the continent.

Since the Nine Heavens Civilization, the Eight Tribes have consistently been at the pinnacle of society. Whether in ancient times, during the rise of humans, the Darwin Era, or the Holy War Era, they have always stood on the side of victory, preserving their civilization without ever truly failing.

With such a rich heritage, the nobles of the Eight Tribes have always lived luxuriously. However, the wealthier one is, the more they understand how to spend money wisely. Spending 2,400 lire on a first-grade potion?

No matter how wealthy, no one would give Wang Feng that much to squander. Throwing it in the water would at least make a splash.

"Are you crazy? Do you think I'm a fool? A first-grade potion costs at most two hundred."

"I said not to talk about money. If you can't afford it, don't ask." Old Wang sighed. "I'm already giving you the cost price."

"Don't try to provoke me. I can afford it, but your potion isn't worth it. Who sells a first-grade potion for three thousand?"

"Junior Brother Mo Tong, if it doesn't work, I'll give you ten times your money back. Did you forget?" Old Wang looked down at Mo Tong, treating him like a child.

Mo Tong hesitated again. Something felt off.

"Senior Brother, I'll buy it." Yin Fu, who had been silent, picked up the Eagle Eye. "I believe Senior Brother has put a lot of effort into this potion. Thank you for giving us the honor of testing its effectiveness!"

Old Wang couldn't resist patting Yin Fu's head. She was indeed a considerate child.

"Yin Fu, whenever you need it, I'll always give you a 20% discount. Mo Tong will only get a 10% discount."

Li Sitan entered, and it was clear that it was exactly eight o'clock. The walking clock lived up to its name.

"Wang Feng, Senior Brother?" Li Sitan's face showed surprise. He had seen Wang Feng in the library last time and noticed that he was not only researching Second Order Runes but reading a variety of other books as well.