The second floor is a luxurious seat. The window just faces the outside sea view, and it's said that the cost is higher. So it's very quiet, with only one handsome young man wearing a headscarf sitting there.

  The handsome young man sat quietly drinking wine, occasionally gazing out of the window at the sea in a trance.

  Zhang Ye slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered that this familiar-looking young master was someone he had met before when listening to a storytelling session.

  "Do you remember me?" Zhang Ye had forgotten about the drifting bottle and was greeting people in the past.

  That handsome young man turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ye, slightly nodding: "I remember, I saw you last time in Ya'an City, you affected everyone's listening to the book. Throwing silver coins around."

  Although he wasn't invited, Zhang Ye still sat down. The young master didn't mind and pointed to the prepared wine cups: "Since you're here, have a drink."

  Zhang Ye felt curious and took a closer look. This person was a typical handsome young scholar from the mundane world, so why would he appear on this isolated island?

  Zhang Ye crossed the sea at night and encountered a storm. He knew that ordinary secular ships would never be able to get through the storm.

  She sensed it for a moment, and Zhang Ye couldn't sense any aura on this person at all, just an ordinary person, or even a weak ordinary person.

  "What's your name?" The handsome young man suddenly asked.

  "Zhang Ye, how about you?" Zhang Ye replied kindly.

  "Blue surprise." He said, pointing at the wine cup, indicating Zhang Ye to drink.

  Zhang Ye lifted his cup and drank it all in one gulp, then curiously asked: "How did you end up here? Ordinary people shouldn't be able to come here."

  Lan Xinghong said in a daze, "I don't remember, it seems like I was deceived into coming here. Later, I found this place to be strange and wanted to leave, but couldn't. So I could only work at the Western Wind Pavilion, hoping to earn enough money for the road. Someone told me that if I spend 100 Gathering Yuan Dan, they will send me back."

  Zhang Ye didn't suspect anything else, nodded and said: "So it was you who got deceived by others and lost your memory. You're really pitiful, in that case, I'll give you a hundred Gathering Origin Pills, hurry up and leave this place."

  Saying that, Zhang Ye took out two full jade bottles from the Seven Treasures Gourd, each containing fifty pellets, totaling one hundred pellets. He placed them in front of Lan Jinghong.

  Does he believe it?

  Lan Jinghong blinked his eyes and curiously stared at Zhang Ye, but couldn't see the joking expression on his face.

  Zhang Ye also curiously looked at him, and it seemed that this young master was too handsome, with feminine features still present.

  "After some thought, Zhang Ye said: 'Right, next time you should leave more whiskers on your mouth.'"

  "Why?" Lan was shocked and amazed.

  "That looks more intimidating, so no one will dare to bully you. You look too easy to bully, I'm really worried about you." Zhang Ye said.

  Lan Jinghong blinked his eyes and muttered, "Am I being bullied?"

  "Really. You're even more confused than I was before." Zhang Ye added.

  "How confused were you before?" Lan Jinghong asked curiously.

  "I don't remember things from before, I can't even recall what my mother looks like. I'm always being bullied in the mountain gate, it's very unhappy. Many people tease me and cheat me." Zhang Ye spoke continuously for a long time.

  Lan Jinghong listened quietly, never interrupting.

  Before he knew it, night had fallen and Zhang Ye had drunk a considerable amount of wine. In the end, he mumbled a few drunken words, then fell onto the table with a thud, dead drunk.

  Lan Jinghong got up and quietly left with two jade flasks.

  By the seaside under the moonlight, a little book boy is following beside Lan Jinghong.

  "Teach him a lesson, he actually dared to say that Miss is being bullied." The little girl's indignant expression.

  Lan Jinghong didn't think much of it, and took out a pellet of Gathering Origin Dan from the jade pot, curiously observing it. Her expression was just like that of an emperor who had always been dressed in brocade and eaten fine food, holding a dirty bean to examine it with a sense of wonder.

  "After a long while, Lan Jinghong muttered: 'Can this thing be eaten?'"

  "It's okay, but Miss certainly doesn't need it." Little Book Boy said with a know-it-all tone.

  Lan Jinghong looked very curious, slightly sticking out a beautiful tongue, and gently licked the dan medicine.

  Zhang woke up from his drunken stupor to find himself alone, with only a line of elegant handwriting left on the table: "First drunk. Still short 35,999 scenes."

  Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up saying: "Good, you've been deceiving me! So it was you who sent the drift bottle. You must be so bored that you spent Dan medicine on drift bottles, you definitely don't lack travel expenses. You cheated me out of 100 Dan medicines, I'm furious! You have no idea how hard it is to accumulate those medicines. You really...don't know the value of rice and firewood when you're not in charge."

  Drunk and disheveled, Zhang Ye stumbled back to his seaside villa and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

  Su Qing was most excited at this time, she could use the excuse of "taking care" to wipe Zhang Ye's whole body with warm water, and didn't even need to pretend to be washing oil.

  When daylight broke, he regained his energy. Zhang Ye was drenched in sweat, still refining the elixir.

  Today was easier. Because Zhang Ye is more familiar with the properties of medicinal materials and the control of fire, the consumption of true energy has greatly decreased, but the efficiency is higher.

  In addition, Xiao Jinyu's spirit recovered a bit today, and similarly, he sprayed out a light circle at the last moment.

  A wave of spiritual energy and medicinal fragrance wafted out from within the Dan furnace. It was a success.

  Zhang Ye held the second Ling Huang Dan and observed it. The spiritual energy surrounded it, emitting a faint fragrance.

  The third furnace dan was successful, and the current success rate is still satisfactory. At least I won't lose money now.

  Although Zhang Ye still had some energy left, he wasn't in a hurry to refine the elixir again. For now, he just had a better understanding of the medicinal materials and more precise control over the firing process, but after all, due to limited conditions, without Jin Ya's help, the failure rate would still be very high.

  After thinking for a long time, Zhang went out at night.

  Ling Huang Dan is too luxurious for Zhang Ye now. It's worth 100 Ju Yuan Dan. It's better to exchange it for Ju Yuan Dan. The island allows the exchange of dan medicine, but there is a certain handling fee.

  If Juyuan Dan and Huihuan Dan are considered cash, then Linghuang Dan can be considered a silver note, because the denomination is slightly larger, it's not convenient to use in daily life.

  In addition, Yao Tang also undertook the responsibility of identifying Dan medicine.

  After all, there are still some freaks who have good luck and refine some strange pills. They need professional appraisers to estimate the market value. In addition to appraising strange pills, the pharmacy is also a checkpoint.

  Among the practitioners, there are also people who muddy the waters and fish for treasure. They take inferior elixirs that have been refined and, after some superficial processing, mix them into circulation.

  For example, according to the Kunlun Xianjing standard, Ling Huang Dan must reach 75 times the medicinal power of Ju Yuan Dan to be considered qualified and can be circulated. However, there are many unscrupulous businessmen in the market who circulate Ling Huang Dan with a content of 70 times or even 65 times, in order to make the maximum profit.

  The largest medicine hall in the central island, a middle-aged man, holding two Ling Huang Dan handed over by Ye last night for observation.

  The Soul Pellet is a fourth-grade pellet, which is considered a luxury for ordinary cultivators and is not often seen. However, for the owner of a pellet shop who has been in business for many years, it's easy to identify. Usually, just by holding it in hand, one can tell if the weight and structure of the pellet are genuine or fake, and it's easy to distinguish.

  However, this time, the shopkeeper took it and examined it carefully for a long time.

  The shopkeeper immediately looked up at Zhang Ye and asked with a strange expression: "Did you refine it?"