togophonebook Chapter 25 Stealing a Damn Ticket
Chapter 25 Stealing a Damn Ticket
The manager of the Holy Pill Hall was named Xu Changqing, an elderly man in his sixties.
He's no ordinary shop manager!
He was a proper novice alchemist with unique insights into the characteristics and quality of various elixirs, and was extremely professional in elixir identification.
Because of this,
He served as steward of the Church of St. Dan for thirty years and was always highly regarded by the Church.
He also enjoyed a certain reputation in the market.
at this time,
Xu Changqing sat behind the counter of the Shengdan Hall, half-reclining in a rocking chair.
He held a book of brothel illustrations in his hands, reading it with great interest, and occasionally a smile would appear on his face.
As he grew older, he grew tired of the dry alchemical texts and prescriptions.
Instead, he became increasingly interested in the romantic affairs of brothels.
Perhaps it's an attempt to recapture one's lost youth and find solace in old age.
at this time,
A figure slowly walked into the Holy Pill Hall.
He was a monk wearing a black bamboo hat and a black veil over his face, his steps steady and unhurried.
In the vast world
Most monks prefer to conceal their whereabouts and appearance.
When out and about, people usually disguise themselves and don't reveal their true appearance.
Xu Changqing was already used to this and was not surprised at all.
This disguised cultivator was none other than Chen Jie.
"Your Holy Pill Hall has a sign in front of its gate advertising the large-scale purchase of medicinal pills. I wonder if you also accept low-grade pills?"
Chen Jie deliberately lowered his voice and asked in a hoarse tone.
He tried his best to make his voice sound cold and unfamiliar.
"Of course I'll accept!"
Xu Changqing quickly put away the picture album in his hand, a warm smile on his face, and said politely.
"Sacred Pill Hall buys pills of all grades, whether high-grade or low-grade. As long as the quality is up to standard, we'll buy them at fair prices!"
He looked up and sized up Chen Jie.
Based on years of experience, he could tell at a glance that the disguised cultivator was at the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm.
A cultivator at the third level of Qi Condensation Realm is taking the initiative to sell pills. Could this person be an alchemist?
Xu Changqing muttered to himself, and couldn't help but look Chen Jie up and down again, his eyes filled with a bit more inquiry.
Although Chen Jie had carefully disguised himself, the brim of his straw hat concealed his face, and the black veil hid his expression.
but,
The aura of the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm emanating from him could not be concealed no matter what.
In the vast world
Alchemists are highly respected professionals, which also means they have abundant wealth, so Xu Changqing naturally dared not be negligent.
"My name is Ning Que. I have a batch of Blood Fiend Pills. I wonder what the Sacred Pill Hall's purchase price is?"
Chen Jie's voice was still hoarse, his tone was flat and indifferent, and he didn't exchange any pleasantries.
"Friend Ning! I am Xu Changqing, the manager of the Holy Pill Hall."
Xu Changqing quickly and enthusiastically introduced himself, then said with a smile:
"The purchase price of Blood Fiend Pills has remained stable. Our Holy Pill Hall purchases them at a price of four low-grade spirit stones each. May I ask how many Blood Fiend Pills Fellow Daoist Ning possesses?"
So dark!
Chen Jie silently complained to himself.
Last time, he sold it to the stall owner who regularly bought Blood Fiend Pills at the market square for five low-grade spirit stones each.
Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the Holy Pill Hall, the price they were offered was only four pills.
It dropped by 20% all at once.
unfortunately,
The stall owner who used to buy Blood Fiend Pills at the market square has left; it's unknown whether he's gone into seclusion to cultivate.
Chen Jie has refined a lot of Blood Fiend Pills and now urgently needs spirit stones.
If you want to cash out quickly, you can only look for powerful shops like Shengdantang that can buy in large quantities.
perhaps,
This is the difference between retail and wholesale.
Selling in bulk will naturally result in a lower price.
Chen Jie didn't haggle over the price or say much.
He opened his storage bag, took out ten bottles of Blood Fiend Pills, and gently placed them on the counter in front of Xu Changqing, indicating that the other party should inspect them.
"Each bottle contains fifty Blood Fiend Pills, for a total of five hundred. Please inspect them, Steward Xu!"
Xu Changqing's eyes lit up.
Five hundred!?
How did this guy manage to refine so much all at once?
Refining the Blood Fiend Pill is not difficult for alchemists.
However, its raw materials are not so easy to obtain.
The refining of each Blood Fiend Pill requires a large amount of essence blood.
and,
Each batch can only produce nine pills, even if the success rate can be guaranteed to be 60%.
To refine five hundred Blood Fiend Pills, one wonders how much essence and blood would be required.
That's a big spender!
call--!
Xu Changqing had to take a deep breath to calm himself down.
He reached out and opened a bottle of pills, poured out one, and examined it carefully.
With his experience and discerning eye as a novice alchemist, he quickly confirmed that this batch of Blood Fiend Pills was of exceptional quality.
After counting all ten bottles of Blood Fiend Pills, he nodded and said:
"These Blood Fiend Pills refined by Fellow Daoist Ning are all of the highest quality; the success rate should be very high, right?"
"I have been refining pills for many years, and I have never seen anyone refine so many Blood Fiend Pills at once."
"Our Holy Pill Hall will take all of this batch of Blood Fiend Pills!"
"Fellow Daoist, we hope that any pills you refine in the future will be sold to our Sacred Pill Hall first. Here are two thousand low-grade spirit stones; please check them!"
Xu Changqing was very sincere and enthusiastic.
He judged that Chen Jie was an excellent alchemist based on the large number of Blood Fiend Pills he sold.
Saint Pill Hall is a merchant house that specializes in selling and buying back elixirs.
Alchemists are essentially their providers, so naturally they wouldn't offend them.
While speaking,
He took out two thousand low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and placed them in front of Chen Jie.
"Thank you! Next time I refine other pills, I'll definitely sell them to the Holy Pill Hall first!"
Chen Jie nodded in agreement.
but,
He was thinking to himself that he would have to find a different store to sell pills next time.
From the other person's tone, he knew that they had started paying attention to him.
After counting the spirit stones, Chen Jie put them into his storage bag.
He didn't say another word to Xu Changqing, remaining indifferent as he turned and left.
Even after leaving the Holy Pill Hall, Chen Jie remained extremely cautious.
He deliberately circled the streets of the market twice, his eyes secretly scanning his surroundings.
Every so often, he would carefully watch out for anyone following him, never daring to relax his vigilance.
After confirming that no suspicious persons were following them.
He then went to the archway of Fu'an Market again.
Next,
He deliberately entered the teleportation array of the archway, feinted, and then quietly left through the side door of the archway when no one was paying attention.
but,
Unbeknownst to Chen Jie, a skinny, monkey-like cultivator had been secretly watching his every move the entire time, never leaving his sight.
After Chen Jie entered the archway.
The skinny, monkey-like cultivator did not go inside; he simply stood guard outside the archway.
His gaze was fixed on the entrance and exit, patiently waiting for Chen Jie to come out.
Next,
Chen Jie made his way to a secluded corner of the market and quickly changed into another set of clothes.
After confirming once again that no one was following him, he sped off towards the direction of the Valley of Broken Souls.
along the way,
He dared not linger for even a moment, nor did he rest.
He was only concerned with quickening his pace, wanting to return to the Valley of Broken Souls as soon as possible.
Only when he reached the edge of the Valley of Broken Souls did he breathe a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but lean against a big tree, take out his water bottle, unscrew the cap, and take a sip of water.
Although the Bigu Pill can keep a person from hunger for three days, it cannot quench thirst; water is still indispensable.
He never expected that the skinny, monkey-like monk had been following him from a distance all along.
He never discovered this person and tracked him all the way to the edge of the Valley of Broken Souls.
This skinny, monkey-like cultivator was named Hou San!
Like Chen Jie, he was also an outer disciple of the White Bone Sect.
Since Hou San was tricked by Chen Jie last time, causing him to lose five low-grade spirit stones for nothing.
He then stayed in Fu'an Market.
The purpose is self-evident: to vent their anger.
In terms of his style of doing things, Hou San is a typical demonic cultivator.
In order to become stronger, he resorted to any means necessary and had no bottom line.
these years,
With his ruthless nature, he ambushed and killed many low-level outer disciples like himself in the vicinity of the market and the sect.
They gradually built up their strength by relying on the resources they seized, and cultivated their skills with great difficulty.
last month,
He finally broke through to the seventh level of the Qi Condensation Realm, thus qualifying to become an inner disciple of the White Bone Sect.
but,
Before officially heading to the White Bone Hall to prove his Dao and enter the inner sect of the White Bone Sect, he was thinking of pulling off one more big heist.
Seize a huge amount of resources to lay a more solid foundation for future cultivation.
But to his utter surprise, the "fat sheep" he was so sure of getting suddenly ran away!
Not only did they fail to grab anything, they also lost five low-grade spirit stones.
He simply couldn't swallow this insult.