"Let's go check out Wanbaoge!"
The bold black characters of the inscription "Cang Jiu" set against the black and red plaque, giving it an imposing presence. Stepping inside, it was remarkably clean and quiet. Ye Xiruo was somewhat puzzled; there were hardly any people on the entire first floor.
“Look at these words.”
"Pills, weapons, formations, cultivation techniques..." are all separated into independent spaces. You just need to go in to get what you need.
Ye Xiruo naturally went to the herb shop, hoping not to disappoint her.
What would you three like?
"Bring out all the high-quality medicinal herbs or seeds of superior spiritual medicines that you have here."
Seeing this, the waiter knew this was definitely a big customer, so he quickly gave orders. Three people went to get the medicinal herbs, and one person soon brought out the spirit tea.
A moment later, everything Ye Xiruo needed was brought up.
"Seventh-grade Silver Moon Ginseng, Eighth-grade Vajra Bamboo, Eighth-grade Netherworld Bamboo, Ninth-grade Emperor's Heart." Ye Xiruo looked at each item one by one. They were well preserved and looked to be in good condition.
As for the seeds of the medicinal herbs, there are about twenty kinds, with only two or three of each kind. Some seeds are very plump, while others are dull and shriveled. However, with the space and the Seven-Colored Divine Spring, the survival rate of these seeds should not be a concern.
"How many spirit stones? I'll take it all." Ye Xiruo's attitude of booking out the whole place made the waiter so happy that his eyes were practically closed with laughter.
"Seventh-grade spiritual herbs cost five hundred high-grade spirit stones, eighth-grade herbs cost two thousand, ninth-grade herbs cost five thousand, and these seeds cost five hundred high-grade spirit stones. The total is eight thousand high-grade spirit stones."
"What? These seeds are actually selling for five hundred high-grade spirit stones? Look at how inconsistent the quality is, who knows if they are dead seeds? Even if they are not dead seeds, the spirit stones and time required to plant these medicinal herbs are incalculable. Two hundred high-grade spirit stones, plus your Purple Gold Tokens."
The waiter wiped away his cold sweat: "I can't make that decision myself; I need to ask the manager."
"Go ahead, go ahead!"
As soon as the waiter left, Ye Xiruo sent a telepathic message to Zishu: "Senior Brother, do we have enough spirit stones?"
Zishu shook his head. One high-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for one hundred mid-grade spirit stones, and one mid-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones. And a Nascent Soul Venerable would only need five hundred high-grade spirit stones for a month of cultivation.
"How do I break this?" These medicinal herbs are extremely rare and hard to come by. Missing them would be like stabbing myself in the lungs. My heart aches so much!
"What's there to be afraid of? At worst, we can just sell some pills." The demand for pills on the mainland is much greater than the demand for herbs.
While Zishu and the others waited, four more people entered. Leading them was a woman dressed in red, with striking beauty and an arrogant demeanor, accompanied by a swordsman in blue and two bodyguards behind her.
"Hey buddy, I want all these medicinal herbs. Pack them all up for me." He acted like he was the only one who mattered.
Ye Xiruo stood up and said coolly, "Sorry you're late. These are all my reservations."
"Did you pay the bill?" he asked arrogantly.
"I'm waiting for the shopkeeper to come and pay the bill. Is there a problem?" Ye Xiruo sneered.
"Since you didn't pay, it's not your property. Besides, since it's a transaction, the highest bidder wins." His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt.
"Hey buddy, how much is it? I'll pay right now."
The other guys exchanged glances at the three freaks sitting calmly to one side, and then looked at the four people who had just come in.
"I'm sorry, miss, this requires the manager's intervention."
"Hmph." Upon seeing this, the four people walked directly to the chairs next to them.
That disdainful look in her eyes really infuriated Ye Xiruo.
Am I poor?
"No, in the entire Taiyan Continent, there is no one who can force you to become even richer. Even the Taiyan God Emperor is not as rich as you." The moment you inherit the Pill King Palace, you will become the richest person on the continent.
“Our Danwang Palace is so rich.”
"If you can become a divine master, there will be plenty of people willing to give you money."
"That's true."
"So, are you two very poor?"
Yingxun and Zishu both said in unison, "Not at all."
"I'm relieved. It's just that she has bad eyesight and isn't very bright."
"If you had paid the bill readily, none of this would have happened."
"Before becoming a Divine Master, one must be diligent and frugal, as three hundred high-grade spirit stones is not a small amount."
"Are you sure the manager of Wanbaoge will do as you wish?"
"If you're unwilling, I can seek cooperation with Hua Rong and Senior Brother Zhiyi." With the Hua family's wealth and influence, cooperating with her would undoubtedly be a win-win situation.
A short while later, the shopkeeper arrived, accompanied by an old man who, judging from his aura, seemed to be an alchemist.
"Distinguished guests, these are the medicinal herbs you require. We will proceed as you have requested. This is the Purple Gold Token of my Wanbao Pavilion."
Upon seeing this, the turkey next to it couldn't sit still any longer: "I'll pay double the price for these medicinal herbs."
The blue-clad swordsman beside him had a dark expression: "Fei'er, don't forget the patriarch's instructions."
"Excuse me, young friend, Wanbao Pavilion has a rule of first come, first served. Please look at other places instead."
She actually refused! Lin Fei could hardly believe her ears: "You—"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao You."
"Would you be willing to give me the elixir?"
Ye Xiruo stared for a long time before realizing that the person being pointed at was herself, and honestly shook her head: "I don't want to."
Do you know who I am?
"Whoever you are, don't bother me while I'm paying." Ye Xiruo turned around and went to negotiate with the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I don't have that many high-grade spirit stones right now. I wonder if I can exchange them for pills?"
The gray-haired shopkeeper's eyes lit up immediately; he had guessed correctly. These three people were indeed alchemists, and of a high rank at that. Otherwise, why would they buy so many high-grade herbs at once?
"Of course, this is our Wanbaoge's most respected pill appraiser, an eighth-grade alchemist." A hint of pride flashed across the sect leader's face.
There are very few eighth-grade alchemists on the mainland. This is just a branch of Wanbaoge, and it is already quite remarkable that they have an eighth-grade alchemist here.
Ye Xiruo's expression was a bit strange. The boss looked a little smug. If he knew that there were two eighth-grade alchemists standing in front of him, I wonder what his reaction would be.
"Senior Brother."
Ye Xiruo tugged at Zishu's cloak. The senior brother's eyes were somewhat frightening, and his exquisitely beautiful lips coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."
The woman in red opposite her turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with shock and resentment.
The blue-clad swordsman's usually indifferent expression was now filled with horror: "A Nascent Soul Venerable." The two guards behind them were already coughing up blood and severely injured.
"I apologize for any offense I may have caused you, Fei'er." The blue-clad swordsman pulled the red-clad woman away.
Ye Xiruo gave a thumbs up: "Senior Brother is awesome!"
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