Chapter 12 The Elixir Shop Competition

"Oh dear! Little one, you'd better apologize to him right away!"

This is no ordinary shop assistant; he's the brother-in-law of Lin Da Dan Shi from Leiyin City, and his sister is Lin Da Dan Shi's most beloved concubine!

Offending him is the same as offending Master Lin, and you'll be in big trouble!

"That's right, before things get out of control, we should quickly kowtow, admit our mistakes, and leave."

...

The onlookers tried to persuade him, and Ah Chen was actually starting to regret his decision.

This is, after all, a world of cultivation. The avatar of Venerable Yusheng that we encountered on Ludao Star was so powerful that he could send them to such a far place with just a simple teleportation array.

What if the shop assistant is also a master? He'll suffer a bit himself, but he'll also drag Uncle Bo and the others down with him.

As he hesitated, Bo said, "Don't worry! We won't lose. I have confidence in my potion."

"Yes, we definitely won't lose!" Ah Chen nodded emphatically.

Mina and Matt were ready to run away at any moment, their superpowers ready to be unleashed. If the shop assistant acted unethically and started helping out, Matt would immediately use her mental net to trap them, and then Mina would activate a tornado to take everyone away.

Anyway, Leiyin City is so big, they might not be able to find them.

"How do we compete? How about I offer ten low-grade spirit stones and find a little beggar to test the medicine?" The shop assistant looked at the little beggar on the opposite street corner with a sinister gaze.

“How can we hurt innocent people so easily? Why don’t we cut each other, then you use your hemostatic pills and I’ll apply my hemostatic medicine?” Ah Chen said.

"No! What if your knife is poisoned?" the shop assistant said.

"Haha! Let me do it!" A dashing young man suddenly walked in from outside the shop and laughed loudly.

"Ah! It's the Sword Immortal Qu Yidao!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"He is the strongest sword immortal in Thunder Sound City. Legend has it that he has reached the realm of oneness with his sword!"

"I've heard that he only ever kills with a single stroke; those who fall to his blade only see the flash of the blade, never its shadow!"

...

With Qu Yidao joining the competition, it attracted even more onlookers.

“Achen, I’ll test the medicine,” Mina said, grabbing Achen’s arm.

"No, I'll do it! I caused this mess. My mom said that a real man should be brave enough to take responsibility," Achen said with a stern face.

"Forget it, let him be. He'll learn his lesson from the pain and won't be so impulsive next time," Bo Yi said.

In front of everyone, Ah Chen and the shop assistant rolled up their sleeves at the same time, revealing half of their arms.

Before anyone could even see Qu Yidao draw his sword, a flash of light appeared, and then a three-inch-long, half-inch-deep line of blood appeared on both of their arms.

The positions of the cuts are almost identical, as are the depth and length; it's practically a perfect copy.

Everyone gained a direct understanding of Qu Yidao's swordsmanship and exclaimed in amazement. Even the two people who were stabbed couldn't help but praise him in their hearts.

Because they hadn't even felt the pain yet, the blood lines had already appeared.

Bo Yiyan couldn't help but think that the people killed by this person probably didn't even have time to feel the pain before they were beyond saving.

Mina looked distressed, opened the medicine bottle, and applied it to Achen's wound.

On the other side, the shop assistant took out a hemostatic pill from the medicine bottle and swallowed it.

Qu Yidao couldn't help but chuckle: "You're quite generous, actually using a top-grade hemostatic pill!"

The shop assistant blushed and said, "Before the competition, they only said it was a hemostatic pill, but they didn't specify any grade. For my brother-in-law's reputation, I naturally can't use a low-grade pill."

"It's alright, we used the best hemostatic agent we could find," Achen said frankly.

"But your potion doesn't seem to contain any spiritual energy. Is it made from ordinary medicinal herbs?" Qu Yidao asked curiously.

"Yes, my Uncle Bo is really good at preparing medicines," Achen said proudly.

The onlookers stared intently at the two of them, and a quarter of an hour later, their wounds had healed almost simultaneously.

The only difference was that the shop assistant's wound on his arm left a faint red mark, while Ah Chen's wound healed completely without leaving a scar.

The difference in skill level is now immediately apparent.

"This child won!"

"That's right, that's right! I checked it repeatedly, and there really isn't a trace of spiritual energy in his potion. To be able to refine such a miraculous potion with ordinary medicinal herbs, this great pharmacist is simply amazing!"

"Master Bo, do you still have this hemostatic medicine? Can ordinary people use it? If so, I am willing to pay a high price to buy it!" An elderly man with white hair and beard squeezed out from the crowd and asked excitedly.

"Martial Spirit Venerable? It's Martial Spirit Venerable!"

"Hasn't he already reached the third level of the Heavenly Realm? Why would he need to buy potions that mortals can use?"

"It was bought for his most beloved granddaughter, who is said to have no spiritual roots and therefore cannot cultivate."

Unfortunately, at her coming-of-age ceremony five years ago, her face was slashed by an enemy who also sprinkled nettle grass on the wound to prevent it from scabbing over, delaying her recovery and leaving her disfigured!

For the past five years, Venerable Martial Spirit has searched far and wide for renowned physicians and alchemists, but he has been unable to heal her face. How pitiful!

"Sir, I do still have this hemostatic agent, but it must be used within half an hour of the injury to achieve the effect of fully repairing the wound."

"If it results in disfigurement, I do have another medicine I can try, but that medicine is very painful to take, and the success rate is only 50%." Bo Yiyan stood up and said.

"Fifty percent?! That's good enough! Please, Master Pharmacist, bestow the medicine upon me. I am willing to pay a high price!" Venerable Lingwu exclaimed excitedly.

He felt that the person in front of him was very honest, unlike the swindlers he had encountered before, who would quote exorbitant prices and then eloquently claim that their medicine could cure all diseases.

Unfortunately, they didn't know he was a top expert in the Tongtian Realm; he had the life to swindle money, but not the life to spend it.

The noisy competition came to an abrupt end due to the appearance of the Martial Spirit Venerable.

Ah Chen and the others didn't want to make things too difficult for the shop assistant. After he reluctantly apologized, they followed Venerable Lingwu to the largest restaurant in the city.

The reason Lingwu Venerable chose the restaurant was to put Bo Yiyan at ease.

After all, they were just strangers who met by chance, and the medicine he offered still carried some risks. If they actually went to the other person's territory and the medicine failed to cure the child's face, they might even incur the other person's wrath, which would be a loss.

Venerable Lingwu quickly sent someone to invite his granddaughter, a girl in her early twenties who looked very thin and frail, appearing to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Why is her body so weak?" Bo Yiyan frowned.

"It's all because of her disfigurement. She attempted suicide several times behind people's backs. If she hadn't been discovered in time, she would have been long gone by now... Sigh!" Venerable Wuling's eyes were full of heartache.

"Grandfather, I've already said I don't care about this face, why do you insist on tormenting me?" The woman's expression was numb with annoyance.

"My dear Yun'er, this great pharmacist is different from all the other alchemists. He is a master pharmacist who specializes in preparing medicines for mortals. His medicines will definitely help you recover!" Venerable Wu Ling gently comforted her.

"But I said I don't want to recover! Don't you cultivators all say that the human body is just a stinking carcass? Why do you have to care about this face?" Qu Lingyun suddenly raised her voice.

“Miss Qu, you may not care about your face, but don’t you care about whether you can cultivate in the future?” Bo Yiyan suddenly spoke up.