Not even an hour later, my door was packed full of cultivators waiting for their own turns.
It appears that the elders plan to get a doctor to get my 'secret' on how to treat them failed and now they all came here with their tails between their legs asking to get cured.
So I'm going to use this to my advantage.
"I decided to change the price of treatment a bit," I spoke to the cultivators outside.
And they didn't seem to like it, a few of them even started to argue on how I was so cruel to the members of my own sect.
"Really now, members of my own sect, where were you all when I was being treated like shit, this is my final offer, bring me at least ten thousand top-grade spirit stones and three different poison herbs of the eighth tier or above or you can dream about being cured, I don't really care if you all live or die, my effort requires payment, and since I'm the only one that can help you, you better pay up," I said.
