Bai Xuxu

Chapter 522 The Tax of Intelligence

Ming Zhi Tian quickly explained, "I didn't mean anything else, I was just curious, hehe, just curious."

Looking at the piles and boxes, bottles and jars of elixirs, Ming Zhi Tian simply smelled the aroma and felt as if he had taken one or two.

Ming Zhi Tian curiously asked, "Where are these elixirs sold directly to?"

Yin Fu said, "Our family is a large enterprise, not only in Hu Gu Zhou, but also in other prefectures, we have our own sales channels and selling points. Of course, this is the sole supplier for our sales venue, and many cultivators also come with money to purchase directly. As long as we have sufficient stock, we can sell them to the public."

Ming Zhi Tian said, "What? Are there also main families that contract all the elixirs?"

Yin Fu said, "Not entirely. To be precise, we have to submit one million Grade Ten elixirs and one hundred thousand Grade Hundred elixirs every ten years. So there isn't much left. As the frequency of people's battles increases, sometimes we really can't keep up with the demand."

Ming Zhi Tian said, "Submit? To whom?"

Yin Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Who else could it be? Of course, it's the Divine Martial King. Otherwise, why would we be under his protection?"

Ming Zhi Tian teased, "What if we don't submit?"

Yin Fu almost burst out laughing, "Of course not. This Divine Martial Continent belongs to the Divine Martial King. In other words, even our lives are given by him. What do you think?"

Ming Zhi Tian said, "Then can you reveal how much your Yin family produces in elixirs annually?"

Yin Fu calculated and replied, "After conversion and depreciation, every ten years, below Grade Ten elixirs, there are about five million. Grade Ten elixirs are about four million. And Grade Hundred elixirs are too few, only about two hundred thousand. Because the demand is mostly for Grade Ten elixirs, we prioritize refining Grade Ten elixirs accordingly."

Ming Zhi Tian thought for a moment and said, "So, this Divine Martial King is not generous. That is to say, out of the four hundred thousand Grade Ten elixirs you produce annually, you have to submit one hundred thousand. And out of the less than twenty thousand Grade Hundred elixirs refined annually, you must submit half. Tsk tsk tsk, this is too unfair."

Yin Fu wished he could immediately cover Ming Zhi Tian's mouth, "Brother Zhi Tian, don't talk nonsense! The Divine Martial King is supreme. Be careful not to dig your own grave."

Ming Zhi Tian shrugged his shoulders, "Pretend I didn't say anything."

Yin Fu said, "I'm not blaming you, I'm just telling you the facts. Consider it as paying taxes."

Ming Zhi Tian suddenly felt some admiration for this mysterious and powerful figure, the Divine Martial King, and thought, "With such annual elixir taxes, and not just from one family, but all seven prefectures of the Divine Martial Continent belong to him, how fast would his cultivation grow?"

Seeing Ming Zhi Tian lost in thought as he gazed at a plate of Grade Hundred elixirs, Yin Fu thought he wanted them and generously said, "Father has instructed that any elixirs Brother Zhi Tian fancies can be taken."

He then picked up two bottles of Grade Hundred elixirs and introduced them, "This is the Soul-Enhancing Pill to improve a martial cultivator's strength, and this is the Qi-Melding Pill to increase movement speed tenfold in a short period. Brother Zhi Tian, please don't be polite and take them."

Ming Zhi Tian came back to his senses and took out one hundred Grade Hundred Healing Elixirs. "Currently, I don't have a high dependence on elixirs, nor do I need them. So elixirs for acceleration and strength are not of great use to me. Therefore, I don't need to exchange them. Thank you. If you want these elixirs, I have plenty more. Please take them."

Yin Fu was stunned, "So many Grade Hundred elixirs, Brother Zhi Tian, are you sure you're... not an alchemist?"