Chapter 199: The Little Proper Merchant

Pei Yu left Wen Lang speechless with his retort, feeling triumphant as his chin lifted in pride. As long as it wasn’t his cousin—or that unpredictable sorcerer Wu Xingyu, who could shrink him and force him to relive his embarrassing past—his verbal sparring skills were second to none.

See? Even Wen Lang, ranked second on the Mercenary City leaderboard, had just been KO’d by him!

Looking at Wen Lang’s frustrated expression, Pei Yu felt only one thing: satisfaction!

Full of smugness, Pei Yu even shot a provocative glance at Wu Xingyu, as if to say, “How about that? Your uncle’s trash-talking skills aren’t bad, right?”

For once, Wu Xingyu actually gave him a rare approving look.

Not bad—sometimes, that mouth of yours really can say something worthwhile.

Pei Yu: .@#^$*%

“Look, something’s happening! There’s a reaction!”

Just as Wen Lang was racking his brains for a comeback, the onlookers suddenly grew excited.

Wen Lang frowned and turned to look, only to see that Uncle Yu’s abdominal wound was changing.

The outermost ring of festering, pus-filled flesh had burst, and Hu Yi anxiously wiped it away with gauze. Once the pus was cleared, the inflamed, bloody tissue inside was no longer bleeding.

The deep red of the wound gradually lightened, as if the raging magma beneath the flesh had finally cooled. Anyone could see that the wound was showing clear signs of improvement.

It had only been a few minutes—less than three, really. After watching Wen Lang flirt with Miss Yun and then get verbally destroyed by a handsome guy with questionable taste, the medicine had already started to work.

And the effect was strikingly obvious.

Once the fresh flesh calmed, the wound began to scab over, even more noticeably than before.

A dark, uneven scab formed, starting from the outer edge and moving toward the center, filling in even such a large hole.

The whole process took just ten minutes.

While it wasn’t as dramatic as scabbing over in a single second, for such a large wound to scab and fill in within ten minutes was a testament to the potency of this “Big Red Bottle” medicine.

And that wasn’t all. After the scabbed wound remained stable for another two minutes, it changed again.

The black scab began to flake off.

Hu Yi, watching closely, didn’t dare peel it off himself, but once it fell away naturally, he gently brushed it aside. Underneath, everyone saw a layer of tender, pink new flesh.

Though it didn’t look as reassuring as the weathered, sun-darkened skin around it, this new tissue was real and solid. With a bit of care and some time in the sun, it would blend right in with the old flesh.

This was just too damn amazing!!!

Only S-rank or higher healers could make a wound heal and scab over to this extent in such a short time.

Even Yi Beimeng, who had personally experienced the medicine’s effects, was stunned by the speed.

No doubt about it—this was a top-tier, peak-grade healing potion.

The first person to question it immediately slapped himself in the face and shouted excitedly, “Holy crap, I’ll buy it! Miss Yun, just name your price for this Big Red Medicine!”

“Yeah, yeah! With this stuff, it’s like having an extra life!”

“Quick, set a price! We want to buy it!”

The crowd was in a frenzy.

Everyone’s eyes lit up, eager to get their hands on a vial of this Big Red Medicine.

Xun Min and Wen Lang, meanwhile, were full of regret. If they’d known how effective this healing potion was, they wouldn’t have made such a scene and attracted so many competitors. Now look—they’d drawn in a whole crowd of rivals.

Yun Qimu stood there with a gentle smile, her expression unchanged, as if she’d expected this all along.

She didn’t rush to name a price. After calming the excited crowd, she looked gently at the still-stunned Uncle Yu and said, “Uncle Yu, try standing up and see if the wound still hurts. Move around a bit to check if it splits open. If it does, maybe the medicine wasn’t enough—I’ll give you another dose.”

“Ah, ah, I’ll do it right away! I’m getting up right now!”

Uncle Yu felt better than he had in ages, all his pain from the last few days swept away.

He even felt that old injuries and lingering aches had vanished along with this dose of Big Red Medicine—his body had never felt better.

So, grinning, he rolled off the stretcher and immediately started shadowboxing on the spot.

His punches were strong and fierce, engaging all his muscles. The ring of tender pink flesh was exposed, but showed no sign of tearing—in fact, with movement, it seemed to recover even more, looking less thin and fragile.

After finishing, Uncle Yu, sweating and beaming, shouted, “Awesome!”

Days of lying in bed had left him stiff and exhausted. Now, after a round of boxing, he felt alive again.

He patted the new flesh and laughed, “Miss Yun, I’m fine now! The wound’s healed so well—if it weren’t for the color, I’d doubt I was ever injured.”

“That’s great,” Yun Qimu replied, satisfied, with a smile.

Pei Yu was also smug, shooting Wen Lang another taunting look.

Wen Lang just felt his face burning with humiliation—damn, that hurt!

He was full of regret. Why hadn’t he waited a few more minutes? What if Miss Yun got angry and refused to sell them the Red Medicine?

Xun Min clearly realized this too. He’d been quite satisfied with his father’s arrangement—after all, Wen Lang was ranked just below Dongfang Ji, second on the mercenary leaderboard. But now...

His face darkened for a moment. Daring to compete with him for a woman, being so impatient, and still claiming to be Mercenary City’s most popular man? Hah—

Fortunately, Yun Qimu, though she might hold a grudge, wouldn’t hold it against their money. She simply ignored them, as if nothing had happened, and walked over to the round table with a bright smile.

Then, facing the rapidly gathering crowd, she said with a smile, “Since so many of you want the Red Medicine—including people from Dragon Soar, Blood Devourer, Red Lotus Stronghold, and Mercenary City itself—so many powerful factions make me a little nervous. I’m just a little, proper merchant, after all. So, to avoid offending anyone, I think we should auction the Red Medicine off using Green Crystal Stones.”

Many people agreed with this, though some rolled their eyes.

Yeah, right. Nervous? A little merchant? If you’re a small-time merchant, then no one else could dare call themselves a big one.

Yun Qimu paid no mind to their reactions, continuing to smile as she began the auction."