It had to be said that the Royal Clan's marketing strategy was exceedingly successful.
You Laosan's live consumption of the pill was more effective than any sales pitch could ever be. Who wouldn't want to keep a pill or two of such a treasure?
Emperor-level experts were, after all, only a minority.
Under the domain of the Glazed King City, spanning millions of miles with tens of billions of martial artists, how many true Emperor-level experts were there?
For most people, reaching the Saint Realm was already considered remarkable.
And this Myriad Longevity Pill could be taken by anyone at the Saint Realm. Moreover, it could extend one's lifespan by at least five hundred years, and if the effect was particularly good, by as much as eight hundred years.
No amount of advertising could rival the impact of You Laosan's transformation.
The second complimentary Myriad Longevity Pill was drawn as well. This time, the winner turned out to be an aging rogue cultivator on the verge of losing his cultivation.
And once again, the miraculous effects of the Myriad Longevity Pill were on full display.
An elderly Saint Realm rogue cultivator took the pill and, in less than a quarter of an hour, completed a transformative metamorphosis—from withered wood to budding spring.
The visual and psychological impact completely overturned everyone's understanding of pills.
It was too miraculous. Such wonder defied description. Everyone present, including the alchemists of Glazed King City, stood gaping, unable to regain their composure for a long while.
Even Pill King Lu Feng cursed silently to himself: "What the hell kind of pill is this that it works such wonders? With the Myriad Longevity Pill in their possession, the Royal Clan will be making money hand over fist from now on!"
Pill King Lu Feng's heart churned with denial, grievance, and even jealousy—all manner of emotions surging upward at once.
He had taken
As such, Pill King Lu Feng had no idea of Jiang Chen's connection to the Myriad Longevity Pill, let alone that this very pill was the creation of his newly accepted master.
The two complimentary pills had already been claimed. The remaining hundreds of the most desperate rogue cultivators could only watch as those two enjoyed their free treasures.
"Clan Lord, the free spots are gone. Surely there are still pills available for purchase? I'll pay—what's the price for the Myriad Longevity Pill?"
"Yes, I'm willing to pay too! I only ask for a single Myriad Longevity Pill!"
"Clan Lord, has the sale begun? Surely we should have priority!"
"Clan Lord..."
Those rogue cultivators, every one of them desperate beyond measure, eyes filled with longing and bloodshot with hunger, scrambled to push forward, terrified that they would miss out.
The Royal Clan Lord was overjoyed at the sight. He had long expected the Myriad Longevity Pill to produce impressive results, but he had never imagined they would be this extraordinary.
He raised his hand to calm the crowd: "Everyone, please settle down. Hear me out."
The crowd fell silent. For a moment, the Royal Clan Lord's words carried such authority that no one dared ignore them.
"We have a considerable stock of Myriad Longevity Pills. However, one thing is certain—these pills are not easy to refine. Therefore, there is absolutely no way we can supply them without limit."
Hearing this, the crowd completely panicked. If supply was limited, then they were extremely scarce. That meant it was first come, first served.
"Clan Lord, save a few for me."
"Clan Lord, my Nanguo Clan will also order ten."
These people didn't even ask the price—they simply placed their orders on the spot.
The Royal Clan Lord was secretly delighted, and standing beside him, the young Clan Lord
The shops lost in the last gamble would surely be recouped in no time!
In that moment, the entire Royal Clan—from top to bottom—was brimming with excitement, overflowing with joy.
Before the grand opening, they had in fact discussed several tiers of pricing. If the atmosphere at the venue was particularly favorable, they would adopt the highest tier.
The current atmosphere had clearly exceeded their expectations, surpassing even the most optimistic scenario they had envisioned.
As such, adopting the top-tier pricing was now a foregone conclusion.
The Royal Clan Lord thought as much, then said with a smile: "Everyone, we are grateful for your generous support. The Myriad Longevity Pill will be released once every two weeks. Two hundred pills per release."
The moment these words left his mouth, the crowd erupted.
Only two hundred pills? Released once every two weeks? Was this hunger marketing?
"Clan Lord, once every two weeks and only two hundred pills at that? That's barely four hundred a month? That number is far too small! Our Glazed King City spans millions of miles with hundreds of billions of cultivators. The demand for Myriad Longevity Pills is enormous!"
"Exactly, four hundred pills is a drop in the bucket. Far too few. Even four thousand would be insufficient—in my opinion, at least a hundred thousand should be released each month."
"Clan Lord, couldn't you release a few more? Otherwise, us small-time cultivators will never have a chance to buy any."
The crowd wailed in dismay. Clearly, this bad news had only deepened their anxiety. If only four hundred Myriad Longevity Pills were released each month, the nobles and power holders of Glazed King City would form queues that could last for years. Who knew when it would ever be their turn—these lowly rogue cultivators.