"The side effects of expired medicine are too many, it's easy to drink someone to death." Holma was furious, "This kind of black-hearted pharmacist doesn't take human life seriously at all, has no professional integrity, and for the sake of money, can abandon anything."

  Tang Dun also wanted to destroy this black shop, so that Old Eugene couldn't harm anyone. However, he not only lacked the strength but also didn't understand the knowledge of magic medicine. If others were to counterattack, he wouldn't even have the ability to refute them.

  At this moment, Tang Don became even more determined to become a demon pharmacist.

  "I've decided, I'll work hard to teach you and make you a great pharmacist as soon as possible, then you can defeat him in the field of pharmacy with your head held high and pour all those useless medicines down his throat."

  Ever since the first disagreement with Tong Dun over the formula for the Dragon Guardian Potion, Holma had been thinking about this issue.

  All sorts of potions have become a part of the life of mages.

  Defensive potions, combat potions, and healing potions - even the poorest of mages who have nothing but the clothes on their back will stock up on these, after all, in battle, they can rapidly and effectively boost one's strength.

  As for more advanced potions, they can even turn the tide of a battle, such as Titan's Strength Potion. After using it, you can possess the combat power of an ancient titan in a short period of time, enough to crush a giant dragon.

  Of course, this medicine is very rare and has always been priceless.

  Those who possess magical powers want to rapidly increase their strength, and tonic-type medicinal elixirs are indispensable. The sons of those wealthy aristocratic families, which one is not drinking every day expensive medicinal elixirs made from various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, constantly improving their physical constitution, increasing their spiritual energy.

  Vast resources, combined with their own outstanding innate talent, make them individually powerful and utterly crush same-level mages without any pressure.

  "How did you change your mind?" Tang Don walked on the long street, holding a book, and saw Mo Dian's proposal, somewhat surprised.

  "The wealth in the dungeon is enough to rival a country, but it can't be directly converted into power. It can only be used by spending it to buy various potions, configuring elixirs, and drinking them."

  "Can't use magic stones?" Tong Dun's knowledge of magic users was very meager.

  "Drawing magic power from the Magic Stone is limited, but some potions don't have this restriction. After all, the study of magical medicine has been perfected over tens of thousands of years, and its understanding of the body and soul's strength is very thorough." Holmako said, "Excellent potion masters know how to use potions more scientifically and efficiently to enhance the combat power of magic users."

  "That sounds cool!" Tongdon yearned to be a scholar.

  Those hereditary aristocratic families spend a lot of money to hire private alchemists, who configure special potions according to the physical condition of their children. Holma is indeed a great encyclopedia, knowing very detailed information, "The absorption rate of the potion, the accumulation of residues in the body, and the size of side effects are all different."

  "Remains?"

  "You wouldn't think that potions can be fully absorbed, would you?" Mo Tian retorted. "The potions circulating in the market have undergone tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of experiments. They may not be the most effective, but they must be the most cost-effective, saving money and easy to mass-produce. Moreover, after most mages use them, they can reach a certain level of absorption and basically won't trigger side effects."

  "No wonder the instruction manual would indicate the percentage of efficacy." Tang Don suddenly realized that in the dungeon, he had picked up some potions with labels indicating percentages.

  "Yes, the quality classification of potions is the same as that of magic equipment. However, note that for example, Swift Shadow Potion, it itself belongs to ordinary potion, but its efficacy reaches 90%, then it's a high-quality grade, if it reaches 100%, then it's an excellent grade!" Holma explained, "The higher the efficacy, the higher the utilization rate, and the less residue left in the body."

  "Should I buy some introductory books on potion-making?" Danton was eager, this profession, high-end, dignified, mysterious, for a commoner, there's no better way to stand out than becoming a potioneer, "Mom will be thrilled when she finds out, right?"

  "Don't be so troublesome, don't forget that I am Mo Dian Da Ren, in my dimensional space, apart from those altars, there are also many large libraries. As long as you defeat the guardian of the gate, you can enter and have the right to browse." Holma hummed, blaming Tang Dun for being too ambitious.

  "Door God?" Tang Don found that the magical book's power was beyond his imagination, always giving him surprises.

  Mo Tian didn't answer because there were three people blocking Tang Don's way.

  "Hey, you little stinker, come over here, our big brother has something to say to you!" The big-nosed loafer looked unpleasant, tilted his head, and pointed down the small alley on the right.

  Downton is of course familiar with these idle layouts who terrorize and extort the postmen.

  "What's wrong with you? Are you deaf? Move it!" Big Nose lifted his leg and kicked Tang Don in the waist.

  Danton dodged, but the horse was startled and let out a loud snort.

  "Hmm, this horse is not bad, you little scoundrel, did you steal it?" The rascal falsely accused Tang Don, preparing to take it for himself. This was their usual trick, even if they couldn't rob him, they would still extort some silver coins out of him.

  Danton ignored the big nose, leading him by the reins, and walked towards a dark alley.

  "This little kid is quite arrogant, wait and I'll fix him thoroughly later." A hoodlum followed behind Tong Dun, sneering and chatting with his companions, intentionally speaking loudly, he enjoyed seeing his prey frightened.

  A man with a triangular eye squatted on the ground, holding a chicken leg and gnawing at it coarsely. Behind him were six subordinates, who didn't seem like good people judging from their appearance.

  "Boss, the person has arrived." Big Nose bowed slightly, with a very respectful attitude.

  "Hmm!" He let out a casual hum, and Hanzi's sinister eyes were fixed on Tang Don, as if he wanted to peel off his skin.

  Downton didn't see the guy who was looking for trouble and was very disappointed.

  "Bowman hasn't arrived yet? Don't wait, break this kid's two legs first." The sinister man, holding a chicken leg, waved his hand impatiently. If it weren't for Bowman offering more money this time, he wouldn't have taken the job personally.

  Da Bizi quickly got used to Lao Da's way of doing things, and before he had even finished speaking, his right leg lifted up and kicked Tang Dun's knee hard.

  Danton was faster, his leg lifted and kicked at his calf, followed by his right hand swinging out, the twenty-pound suitcase filled with magic stones smashing squarely into his face.

  Bang! The big nose sprayed blood and fell directly out, hitting the wall.

  Before he could even land, Tongdon took a big step forward and kicked him in the stomach.

  The big nose immediately let out a miserable cry, but soon shut up again, because Downton gave him a heavy punch on the mouth.

  "Hah!" Tong Dun turned around, his suitcase swooshing through the air, drawing a large semicircle before smashing into the back of an onrushing thug's head, sending him tumbling to the ground.

  Deep red blood bloomed like a flower, splashing everywhere.

  Another fist was about to hit Tong Dun when he kicked it out and it landed straight on the ground.

  Watching their companions' miserable state, the seven thugs were stunned. They had originally thought they were just bullying a small shrimp, but unexpectedly they ran into a big fish.

  "What are you still dazing about? Get the stuff, let's go up and break his limbs." The sinister man wanted to maintain his status, so he had to thoroughly beat Tang Dun, otherwise who would be afraid of him in the future.

  Six thugs pulled out their daggers and pounced on him.

  I thought that little guy would be scared off by such a fierce formation, but unexpectedly he didn't retreat and instead charged forward.

  Dangton used the suitcase as a war hammer, swung it out, and knocked off the incoming blade. He continued to swing and slammed into the head of a stunned man.

  Bang, Di Pi fainted.

  Dundon kicked him with one foot, sending him flying across the room as a human shield.

  The thugs wanted to dodge their companion, but that young man had already killed his way over.

  The suitcase was swung by Tang Dun into a big windmill, and with each swing, it would smash to the ground, blood flowing all over his face, his body tumbling down, and the cracking sound of bones breaking echoed loudly.

  As a Moqi user, Tang Dong's physical strength increased threefold. Without using any martial skills, he could crush these useless trash that didn't even have combat power of five.

  In just five seconds, Tongdon overturned the cars of the thugs, leaving behind a group of miserable wretches who were twisting in agony like severed earthworms.

  Pata, the sinister-looking man's chicken leg fell from his hand, staring blankly at Tang Dun, and then his gaze fell on the blood-stained suitcase.

  Drip, drip, fresh blood fell down, staining the dirty ground red.

  "Oh dear, I forgot to add the power of light." Tang Dun waved his hand, and a beam of Hercules' light poured down on his head, shining brightly with golden light, almost dazzling the eyes of the gloomy man.

  "What's going on?" The dark and sinister man had originally pulled out a short knife, with a fierce expression ready to engage in close combat. However, after seeing this scene, he immediately retreated, turned around and ran away.

  Even the thugs on the ground unconsciously held back their wails, a magician, that's not something they can resist, if only they had known his identity, they wouldn't have taken this job even if you killed them.

  Danton charged forward, and then a giant leaped up, like an eagle, from the top of the sinister man's head, flying high over him and blocking his way.

  Giant Iron Fist.

  Tang Dun's right fist was clenched tightly and struck out fiercely, hitting the sinister-looking man's chest squarely.

  Bang! The fish flew back like a cannonball and crashed to the ground, sliding for over ten meters before finally coming to a stop.

  "Where's that country bumpkin? I want to see the wretched look on his face!" Baulmer, with a big belly and sweating profusely, ran into the alley, but stopped after just a few steps.

  The messenger who had brought the news stood there, staring at the wounded men on the ground, stunned.

  "Ah, Bormer, I knew it was you!"

  Balmur blinked, adapting to the change in light, and finally made out the scene before him. Tongdon was standing on the head of the old tramp, his face trodden into the earth.

  "Taunton?" Bowman's eyes sparkled with a shiver, that was the nickname of the first post boy, but what was going on in front of him?

  "Shut up, who's calling out? I'll tear him apart!" Tang Don fiercely stomped his foot, and the wretched thugs immediately shut their mouths.

  "Bowman, you screwed me!" The dark man's mouth was full of mud as he glared at the clerk, wishing to kill him. He was a magic user, but was it his fault that he had offended someone so powerful?

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