A Trader Between Two Worlds: Magic Waste Becomes Immortal Elixirs?

Deep in the Aether Rift of the Western Continent, the poison glands of demonic insects were treated as waste from ore washing and dumped into ditches, so filthy even beggars wouldn't touch them;

Chu Lin casually scooped up a sackful and tossed them through the interworld gate.

The head shopkeeper of the Eastern Continent's top apothecary dropped his teacup in shock and hurriedly locked the doors. "Young man, this once-in-ten-thousand-years treasure, the Ninefold Nether Tempering Marrow... just how much more do you have?!"

Chu Lin returned to the Western Continent with a small bottle of inferior Qi and Blood Pills he'd traded for in the East.

The vampire duke in his castle and the priest in the temple immediately turned red-eyed, frantically bidding with magic coins and deeds to fiefs. "A miracle! Pure life force with no risk of drug resistance!"

"Trash in the West is immortal medicine in the East; snacks in the East are holy water in the West."

With the unbeatable information advantage between the two worlds, Chu Lin made a fortune.

As for the tyrannical foremen who withheld wages and the greedy merchant guilds that stole goods and robbed their workers?

Chu Lin glanced at the max-level strength fragments he'd obtained after fighting his way through a demon lair, then drew his long blade. "The goods are sold. It's time to settle that old score, with interest."

Many years later, when the gods sent their projections into the mortal world to harvest its people,

they discovered that the world had already been stripped bare by the greatest middleman between the two worlds.

Chu Lin stood before the Heavenly Chasm, his blade pointing at the sky.

"You lofty gods? Sorry, but starting today, you're cut off too!"