Director Su knew Su Yuntao; after all, the Soul Master circle in Notting City was quite small.
It wasn't strange for him to know the deacon of Spirit Hall's Notting City sub-branch.
Director Su then asked, "Xiao Lan, my friend, how do you plan to sell them?"
"Director, I'd like to provide one serving of candied hawthorn fruit every day.
Each serving consists of ten skewers of candied hawthorn fruit.
For now, I plan to price one serving of candied hawthorn fruit at 1 golden soul coin.
As for how the cafeteria sells them, that's up to Director Su.
I don't want any of the profits.
Just give me the cost price of one golden soul coin!"
"Good! This price is very fair, and the college still has a lot of profit margin.
If the nobles in the city knew the college cafeteria had imperial desserts, they might just break down the college gates."
Director Su quickly agreed, having calculated the profit margin just by hearing it.
Ye Lan also felt relieved, then said, "I'll send a few more servings of candied hawthorn fruit later.
Director Su, you can give them to the college leaders and teachers to taste.
Also, sell more to the noble students to open up the market for candied hawthorn fruit."
"Indeed, even the best food needs to be known by people."
Director Su nodded, sighing in his heart.
Su Yuntao was truly blessed to have such an intelligent junior.
First, open up the Soul Masters' taste buds, and then they'll have to pay more if they want to eat them later.
Afterward, Ye Lan, having finished the negotiations and eaten the meal prepared by Director Su, returned to his dormitory and brought six servings of candied hawthorn fruit to Director Su.
The remaining three servings of candied hawthorn fruit, Ye Lan gave to Wang Sheng and others in Dormitory Seven.
He asked Wang Sheng to give the extra candied hawthorn fruit to the other noble dormitories.
Within a few days, the fame of candied hawthorn fruit spread throughout Notting City, becoming a noble dessert produced by Notting College.
Many noble ladies entrusted noble students within the college to bring them a serving of candied hawthorn fruit to try.
However, the production of candied hawthorn fruit was limited and demand outstripped supply, so to get them, one had to pay a higher price, spending quite a bit more money.
However, Ye Lan had no intention of increasing the production of candied hawthorn fruit.
Firstly, it was hunger marketing; if there were too many candied hawthorn fruit, the price would inevitably plummet, and noble students and their elders would no longer find candied hawthorn fruit special.
Secondly, if he earned too much, it would inevitably attract the covetousness of certain individuals.
Currently, Ye Lan didn't have the strength to deal with that.
A monthly income of 30 golden soul coins, with Su Yuntao's sub-branch deacon banner, was barely manageable; any more would be too much.
One must know that Spirit Hall's monthly stipend for Su Yuntao was only one-third of 30 golden soul coins.
Thirdly, Ye Lan needed to reserve ample time for cultivation.
Ye Lan came to Douluo Continent to cultivate, not to earn money; he couldn't put the cart before the horse.
Thus, Ye Lan stopped worrying about money and dedicated himself wholeheartedly to Martial Soul cultivation.
These past ten-plus days, aside from setting aside time to make candied hawthorn fruit.
Ye Lan spent his time either cultivating or immersed in the college library.
The college's classroom teaching was still too basic and not suitable for Ye Lan.
Self-study in the library allowed him to absorb knowledge faster, which was one of the advantages of having undergone exam-oriented education in his previous life—his self-learning ability was extremely strong.
Ye Lan read about the strange tales of this world, Soul Beast illustrations, and the history of the continent with great interest, and he also became familiar with the old man at the college library.
The old man was very knowledgeable about the distribution of books in the library, and Ye Lan could directly ask him for the exact location of any book he wanted to read.
Ye Lan, after all, carried the perspective of his previous life and directly suggested creating a library catalog to record the specific location of each book.
The old man at the library just laughed, shrugging, "That's an excellent idea, but besides Xiao Lan, no one else at the college might visit the library even once a year.
Even the famous Master of the college rarely comes here.
They probably don't think much of it!
So, let's leave this catalog for future generations."
Ye Lan thought about it, and he was right.
Douluo Continent was still a place where Soul Masters reigned supreme.
As long as one's fist was big enough, their words would be taken as truth.
Therefore, most people on Douluo Continent were busy cultivating, lacked curiosity, and had scarce theoretical knowledge.
Even the shallow principles of the Martial Soul's Ten Core Competencies that Yu Xiaogang proposed were enough to be regarded as truth by most ignorant Soul Masters.
One must know that most people on Douluo Continent couldn't break through level 30, and most people's levels were even lower than Yu Xiaogang's.
As for the small circle of those above Soul Saint, they all had experience passed down through family inheritance.
They wouldn't refute Yu Xiaogang's title of Master either, as Yu Xiaogang was, after all, backed by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.
So, amidst the repeated calls of 'Master,' Yu Xiaogang became the so-called number one theoretical Master of Douluo Continent.
Collecting his thoughts, Ye Lan decided to accelerate his cultivation progress.
At the current slow pace, Ye Lan might not even reach level 10 by the time he graduated six years later.
The funds for whale glue were already accumulating through the money earned from candied hawthorn fruit.
Now was the time to change his cultivation environment.
Cultivating in the dormitory, no matter how hard he tried, wouldn't increase his cultivation speed.
How could Blue Silver Grass cultivate faster?
Of course, it was by cultivating in the wild where there was plenty of Blue Silver Grass.
This was Martial Soul Mimicry Cultivation.
Douluo Continent had no shortage of Blue Silver Grass; as long as there was sunlight and land, there was space for Blue Silver Grass to grow.
Thinking of this, Ye Lan put down the book in his hand and immediately headed to the city to buy camping supplies.
After all, the outdoor environment was not like the dormitory; the conditions were harsh, and Ye Lan wouldn't endure hardship unnecessarily.
After leaving the library, Ye Lan went to Notting City and bought camping supplies.
A tent, insect repellent incense, and a cushion.
Ye Lan planned to cultivate in the back mountain of the college.
The vegetation there was dense, and there was no shortage of Blue Silver Grass.
Aside from the somewhat harsh environment, it was an excellent cultivation ground for the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
After buying the camping supplies and arriving at the back mountain of the college, it was already night.
With the moon and stars sparse, Ye Lan chose the most lush area of Blue Silver Grass under the cover of night, set up his tent, and lit the insect repellent incense.
Ye Lan sat cross-legged on the grass, circulating the Soul Power within his body.
Before long, small blue grasses continuously emerged from Ye Lan's body.
Ye Lan closed his eyes tightly, silently calling out to the wild Blue Silver Grass in his spiritual consciousness.
Soon, the wild Blue Silver Grass slowly crawled around Ye Lan's body.
The Blue Silver Grass swayed gently under the light of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, as if emitting joyful cheers.
In Ye Lan's dark consciousness, Blue Silver Grass light spots gradually appeared around him.
He felt waves of Blue Silver Grass consciousness, the joyous excitement of lonely individual souls welcoming the newborn Blue Silver Grass.
Before long, Blue Silver Grass covered Ye Lan's entire body.
The Soul Power condensed in Ye Lan's meridians was much more active than usual, and the Blue Silver Soul Power surged directly into his lower Dantian.
But Ye Lan didn't feel the changes within his body; he was simply immersed in the Blue Silver consciousness.
He was like a lonely star in the darkness, emitting a faint light and echoing the distant stars.
Though the stars were few, Ye Lan could perceive their light.
The light from these stars warmed Ye Lan's entire body, as if he were immersed in a warm current.
