The next morning, Crimson Iron City woke up to an atmosphere that felt less like a commercial marketplace and more like an active, bloody battlefield.
Long before the morning fog could rise from the cobblestone streets, heavy spiritual formations flared to life outside every single one of the Cao Clan's retail dispensaries.
Massive, blood-red banners unrolled from the rooftops, completely blocking out the morning sun.
Written across them in aggressive, jagged calligraphy were the new, desperate numbers.
"TIER 0 TO TIER 2 CULTIVATION MEDICINES—FIFTY-FIVE PERCENT DISCOUNT! UNBEATABLE PURITY!!"
The sheer madness of the number sent an instant shockwave through the early morning crowds.
Rogue cultivators, who were already lined up outside the Golden Cauldron's outlets, blinked in utter disbelief before rubbing their eyes.
"Fifty-five percent?!" a Body Refining miner gasping out, his voice echoing in the chilly air.
