In the Bright Continent, Ye Qing represents the pinnacle of pharmacy, but Ye Qing is only a master of pharmacy now.

However, in the Shenyue Continent, there are not tens of thousands of elves who can be regarded as potion masters, and even potion grandmasters are not so rare.

And the potions made by these elven apothecary masters and apothecary grandmasters are only the same as the high-grade potions concocted by some high-level pharmacists in the Bright Continent.

The profit in this is incalculable.

Plus the bows and arrows forged by those grandmaster-level forgers......

Wow, Shen Yanxiao almost wanted to howl wolf.

She really can't wait to go to the various elf tribes to collect a sum of money immediately, so that she can get all these cabbage-priced treasures into her own ring!

It doesn't matter if humans can't buy finished products, she's an elf, she can buy it!

Shen Yanxiao rubbed his hands, his heart itching.

However, the low price of elves is also due to the lack of commerce of the elves, most of the crystal coins are directly controlled by the tribal leaders, and ordinary members get their own part of the economy from the tribe every month.

The real riches are the high-ranking and chiefs of the various tribes!

The elves are not poor, but each of them does not have much money in their hands, but when they really need it, they can apply like the chief, and the money can also be stoned to death.

Shen Yanxiao had already begun to think about how to make a fortune before she entered the advanced training camp, she had already arrived in the Shenyue Continent, and she saw such a big business opportunity, coupled with the cover of her elf Shen Feng, if she didn't make good use of it, she would be able to die in one fell swoop.

If you want to make money, Shen Yanxiao must first prepare the first start-up capital for himself and go to the tribe to take the sheep?

The idea is good, but she doesn't know the layout of the Emerald City, and she never does anything that she is not sure about.

But......

Shen Yanxiao touched the ring on his finger, what if he couldn't take the sheep with his hand? Master, she has a way to get money.

Shen Yanxiao began to choose a suitable trading house.

She walked around South Street and saw a slightly depressed trading house at the end of the street.

The dusty wooden door was half-open, and the room revealed a glimmer of light, and a silver crescent moon badge swayed in the wind.

At the bottom of the badge, a few words are delicately carved in Elven script.

"Moonshine Trading House." Shen Yanxiao read out the line of elven text, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The word moonlight involuntarily reminded her of the moonlight tribe, her maternal grandfather's family.

The Moonlight Tribe used to be the highest tribe in the Black City, the City of Wind, but it was demoted in an accident, and the entire tribe was driven out of the City of Wind and sent to the Emerald City.

Shen Yanxiao once thought that although the Moonlight Tribe was demoted, the situation should not be too bad, after all, there was the foundation of the highest tribe.

However, when Shen Yanxiao saw the inconspicuous and even a somewhat shabby trading house in front of him, Shen Yanxiao knew that his guess might be wrong.

Shen Yanxiao subconsciously raised his feet and walked into this dilapidated trading house.

The large and small crystal cabinets in the trading house were placed in the hall, and two elves with white-level badges were really careful to wipe the empty crystal cabinets.

The door of the trading house was pushed open, and the wind chimes hanging in the door made a series of crisp sounds.

The two elves raised their heads in some surprise and saw Shen Yanxiao standing at the door.