Chapter 936: The Gate Is as Busy as a Market

But for now, everyone only thinks about quickly recovering from their injuries; as for that 'little bit' of side effect, it's completely nothing.

Especially for male cultivators, they couldn't care less—it's just losing some hair, at worst they'll wear a hat.

A few measly hairs—could they stop me from eating?

So for a time, the Pill Master Alliance's base was buzzing with people, as folks from all major powers came seeking pills.

Outside Sun Ming's residence, an extremely long queue had already formed early on.

"Young sir, there are really too many people, we don't have enough pills."

The medicine boy said to Sun Ming with a helpless expression, "I've never seen such a scene before."

Even because Sun Ming's pills had side effects, the place had basically been deserted before.

But today, suddenly so many people came asking for pills.

Sun Ming, too, was speechless and said:

"You didn't tell them my pills have side effects?"

"I did, but they don't care."

Huh???

Indeed, that's exactly the case—the crowd outside couldn't care less about that tiny side effect.

Even many disciples from Dao Yi Shengdi came, including Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, Shen Xian, and other Inner Disciples.

"Huh, Senior Brother, didn't Senior Sister tell you not to come?"

Seeing Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie remarked strangely, "Earlier Zhao Rou clearly said not to let Zhao Zhengping come here for pills."

The reason is just one word: grudge—she doesn't like having a monk as her dao companion.

Hearing that, Zhao Zhengping made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Keep it down, I sneaked over."

"Senior Brother, you're still brave."

Xu Jie gave a thumbs‑up with a smile, while Zhao Zhengping just pursed his lips.

"This time my injuries are a bit serious, there's nothing to be done, and I've prepared in advance."

Saying that, Zhao Zhengping took out a wig from his bosom; seeing this, Xu Jie's eyes lit up—'You can do that? Not bad, not bad.'

"Where did you get it, Senior Brother?"

"I bought it from the merchants' guild—this thing isn't rare among ordinary folk; cultivators just don't bother with it."

"Then I......"

"Here you go."

"Hehe, Senior Brother truly lives up to being Senior Brother."

Since nobody worries about the side effects, Sun Ming naturally won't turn them away—after all, this is money.

The once quiet little courtyard now bustled like a market, filled with noise.

Disciples who bought the pills all left in a hurry.

After Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie successfully obtained the healing pills, they quickly returned to the Dao Yi Shengdi garrison.

However, Zhao Zhengping didn't dare go back; instead he went straight to Xu Jie's residence and lied to Zhao Rou, saying he was in closed‑door cultivation to heal his wounds here.

The two hesitated not, and directly swallowed the pills.

As the pills entered their bodies, a pure medicinal power quickly dispersed within.

Feeling this medicinal power, both Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie were startled—this effect is indeed overbearing.

According to Sun Ming, these two healing pills are only Seventh Grade Tier, yet their effect is not inferior to Eighth or Ninth Grade.

It's practically heaven‑defying, and moreover, the way this effect works seems more direct than other pills.

Without further thought, they quickly closed their eyes to heal their injuries, but as time passed, their hair predictably began to fall out.

This is the pill's side effect; after one night, their injuries were basically healed, but the black hair on their heads had mostly fallen out.

"Basically healed in just one night, Senior Brother...... pff......"

Xu Jie was the first to open his eyes in delight—the effect is strong, works fast, and is extremely easy to refine.

Just as Xu Jie was about to speak, he turned his head to look at Zhao Zhengping nearby, and at a glance he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

All that could be seen was Zhao Zhengping sporting a huge shiny bald head, the main point being that his hair hadn't completely fallen out.

On top of his head remained a small tuft of hair, stubbornly holding on to this day, making him look even stranger.

Startled by Xu Jie's laughter, Zhao Zhengping shot him an annoyed glance.

"Junior Sister, it seems you're doing much better than me."

"Sorry, Senior Brother, I just couldn't hold back."

"Cut the chatter—this matter must not let Zhao Rou find out, understand?"

"Don't worry, I definitely won't tell."

"All right, then wear it."

Immediately both put on the wigs; fortunately they'd prepared ahead, and the wigs are hardly noticeable as long as one pays a bit of attention and doesn't give it away.

Satisfied, Zhao Zhengping nodded and hurried back to his residence; he hadn't returned all day—if it weren't at Tianhong Guan, Zhao Rou would surely have suspected something, not knowing which pleasure quarter she'd think he'd gone to.

Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie had prepared, but others had not; thus overnight, many bald‑headed disciples appeared within Dao Yi Shengdi.

Ye Zhangqing woke up, and on his way to the canteen, seeing those bald disciples gave him, for a moment, the feeling of being in a Buddhist monastery.

"Am I really in Dao Yi Shengdi? Why does everywhere I look turn out to be bald heads?"

If it weren't for the familiar faces beneath those bald heads, Ye Zhangqing would probably have been completely bewildered.

Just where did all these bald heads come from overnight?

In the end, after inquiring, Ye Zhangqing learned the truth—it turned out the pills had caused the trouble.

"Medicine with side effects.............."

"It's really strange, but do these people not care at all about the side effects? It's utterly absurd, just because this medicine's effect is good? Recovery is faster?"

"Given the current battle situation, Ye Zhangqing feels it's not that tense anymore, right?"

"What state have the Undying Race been reduced to, losing battle after battle?"

"For the Human Race right now, the best course is to steady and solidify, not give the Undying Race any chance; there's absolutely no need to fight so desperately."

"They don't even realize that the disciples are fighting so hard just to eat a few more meals."

"Especially the disciples of other sects such as Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land."

"After all, Dao Yi Shengdi wants to eat, there will be plenty of opportunities later, but what about them? Once the war ends, they'll each go home, and then wanting to taste Ye Zhangqing's cooking again—who knows how long they'll have to wait, till the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month?"

"So, taking advantage of the present, shouldn't we eat more?"

"Precisely for this reason, even the female disciples of Yaochi Holy Land couldn't help but go to Sun Ming to ask for medicine."

"Just because they're shy, most of the disciples of Yaochi Holy Land went at night."

"In the dead of night, even Sun Ming looked at the crowd of Yaochi Holy Land disciples before him and was dazed."

"\"Esteemed senior sisters, what are you doing? \""

"\"Fellow Daoist Sun Ming, we've come to buy medicine. \""

"\"You're sure, my medicine has............. \""

"\"We know, rest assured. \""

"\"Huh??? \""

"If male cultivators don't mind, that's fine, but you don't mind either? Yaochi Holy Land, the dreamland of all male cultivators in Zhongzhou, you're actually insisting on turning it into a nunnery, damn it!"

"Just thinking of Yaochi Holy Land becoming a nunnery with a bunch of bald heads, Sun Ming couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth."

"But unable to withstand the girls' insistence, he ended up selling the medicine after all."