Doomsday Roulette

Sitting in front of a stone platform in the basement, they carefully examined the medicines before them.

“Leader He, there are a total of one thousand six hundred and seventy medicines here, including seventy-two fourth-tier medicines, two hundred and forty third-tier medicines, four hundred and sixty-five second-tier medicines, and eight hundred and ninety-three first-tier medicines.”

“All of them are qualified.”

A long void water clan member stood before He, introducing these medicines.

“Among them, thirty percent are medicines that enhance combat power, while seventy percent are healing medicines.”

There were also some clan members in the room, the only ones that He could temporarily gather together. They spent nearly a month refining so many medicines.

They all knew that these medicines were to be sold, and felt quite reluctant. In the habits of the long void water clan, the medicines they refined were meant for themselves and their clan members.

Although this concept had changed significantly over the years, there were still lingering effects; it was almost instinctual. After all, when they refined medicines, they needed to use their own Sacred Talismans and energy, and to some extent, they viewed this as a form of continuation or existence.

However, as much as they were reluctant, they understood that selling these medicines was an unavoidable necessity.

Firstly, their clan's current situation was extremely poor, even if sacrifices were made.

After He returned from the novice battlefield, all the free clansmen felt the pressure from the outside world beginning to intensify. They knew the reason; He's outstanding performance caused concern among the various races led by the Hall People that the long void water clan might become powerful and cause trouble.

Yes, just trouble, not a threat to them. But that was enough to justify their actions.

At least five free clan members had been detained or captured by various races for various reasons, becoming their slaves, and one of them was killed due to fierce resistance.

Such changes made the long void water clan members feel insecure. A few elders who had originally been critical of He's decision to pledge allegiance to Ye Zhongming no longer voiced their opinions.

They had truly given up the last bit of fantasy about the All Races of the Universe and began to pin their hopes on Ye Zhongming, who had just arrived from their home planet.

That might be their only chance.

Secondly, their allegiance to him provided them with substantial funds to purchase materials, enabling them to refine medicines in large quantities, and these things were worth money.

Alright, all their wealth had already been handed over to that person. These Moon Age Golds were insignificant in comparison, but the problem was that even though the money was right there, the long void water clan did not dare to touch it, and Ye Zhongming also did not dare to. Bringing it up now held no significance.

In recent years, how difficult has it been for the long void water clan members to improve their levels? Why was that the case? Besides their tumultuous lives, they simply lacked the money to buy materials. This specifically referred to their own money; other races were willing to provide what they needed, but after using it, the treatment they would receive was uncertain.

Finally, they also understood that this was a mutual assistance situation; even if they temporarily took a loss, in the long run, it was undoubtedly better for Ye Zhongming, who was their support, to become stronger.

After He counted the quantities, he nodded and a thoughtful expression appeared on his slightly weary face. Then he said, “We still need flagship products to make a strong impression.”

The other clan members exchanged glances, and an older long void water clan member said, “Leader, I think we could appropriately release some fifth-tier medicines.”

Fifth-tier medicines had a relatively high success rate for many clan members, but the rarity of the materials limited their production.