Boss Qin's Pharmacy Doesn't Sell Medicine

The pharmacy doesn't sell medicine.

"Boss Qin, give me two taels of monster heart blood."

"Boss Qin, I'll take two jin of wild boar demon tenderloin. I'm making boiled pork for lunch."

"Then I'll have three jin of rabbit demon heads. Spicy rabbit heads with drinks for lunch. The more I drink, the better they taste." As he spoke, the burly man flexed the muscles in his arms.

Qin Yao was the Qin family's adopted daughter in every sense of the word.

She had slain countless demons for the family and risked her life for them for ten years.

The day they drove her out, the clan leader looked at her coldly.

"You aren't of Qin blood, so you may no longer remain in the Qin family. Leave at once after fifty lashes."

Fifty lashes. A rainy night. A mountain road. The sound of pursuit drew closer behind her. "Don't let her make it down the mountain alive."

They all thought she would die.

Until she became someone they couldn't afford to provoke.

Theme: The harder you work, the luckier you get.