The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1126 - 596: Prudence (Part 2)
A wave of heat reverberated as the ground trembled, leaving countless birds and animals in awe. A volcanic crater appeared, with cracks snaking out in all directions.
"So powerful!!" he gasped. After assessing himself, he was confident that through his immortal silver skin and the summoning of the Purple Qilin, if he had to face Chen Heng again, it wouldn't take much effort to eliminate him.
"Or maybe not..." he thought hesitantly. After all, fighting Chen Heng would still be very dangerous, and it would be best to avoid it. He might still lose his precious little life. The best course of action would be to only challenge enemies at Level 7 Qi Condensation.
"With a flick of my finger, I, Yan Xiaobao, can easily turn anyone from Qi Condensation to Level 7 into ashes!" He proudly waved his sleeve, but unfortunately, there was no fence nearby to lean against. He was forced to stay on the Golden Crow Sword, chin raised, gazing at the clouds like a lone hero. Finally, he turned the Golden Crow Sword and started heading towards the sect.
However, it was at this moment... numerous lightning bolts formed above. Attracted by the Golden Crow Sword, they began descending towards Yan Xiaobao like silver snakes....
Yan Xiaobao's eyes widened, and moments later, amid the crash of thunder, painful screams could be heard. Soon after, Yan Xiaobao staggered back to Xiangyun Peak, his hair standing on end, his face marked by ash stains. His heart was filled with fear as he crawled back to his courtyard, recalling the lightning storm he had just passed through, shuddering. Then he vowed never to fly through a thunderstorm on a sword again.
That wasn't flying, that was risking life and limb!
Back in his small cabin, he agonized for a long time before composing himself. He sat cross-legged on his bed, gazing at the rain outside, then slowly rotated his cultivation base.
"Second-level spiritual medicine applies to Level 8 Qi Condensation and below. If I want to further enhance my cultivation base, I really need to make some Third-level Spiritual Medicine." With his hand supporting his chin, he pondered this matter.
"Third-level Spiritual Medicine is more difficult to craft. The only way to confidently do it is to first become familiar with many second-level spiritual medicines. Without a stable foundation, chances of success are slim." With this thought, he opened his bag and inspected the resources he had accumulated. The result was a long sigh. Although he had collected various gifts due to his status as a Reputation Disciple, he had recently consumed a large number of ingredients in his pill-making process. As a result, his store prices were falling.
"I can't keep doing this," he said, lowering his head thoughtfully. "I'm sure I'll run out! I'm already an incredibly skilled pharmacist. Maybe I should try selling some medicine."
The thought began to excite him. By the next morning, the rain had stopped, and he left his residence to go to the market, asking some questions. After gaining a clearer understanding of the prices of various pills, he bought a large batch of medicinal plants, then went to the sect to purchase more. Finally, he headed back to the Medicine Making Hall to begin work.
Although second-level medicinal pills were expensive, they consumed a lot of ingredients. Furthermore, considering the way he concocted them, they would not be the best use of his time.
Therefore, he chose to concoct some first-level medicines he was more familiar with. Over the next few days, he made three different types of spiritual medicine, each batch yielding 8 or 9 pills. He also made two sticks of spirit incense. When he was finished, he returned to the market.
South Shore Market wasn't very large. Besides a few shops established by sect disciples and other senior members of the sect, most places were operated by various cultivation tribes from other parts of the Eastwood Continent.
It was like a small town, bustling mainly with outer sect disciples from the three peaks. Yan Xiaobao had visited there many times and was quite familiar with the place. After finding the shop he was looking for, he went in and cleared his throat, prompting the clerk to approach him.
"Call the shopkeeper," Yan Xiaobao said. "Besides buying some ingredients, this time I want to sell some pills!" Subsequently, he sat on a chair, smiling so widely that his eyes turned into slits.
Soon after, a middle-aged man in a violet robe walked in. When he saw it was Yan Xiaobao, he laughed.
"Mr. Daoist Bai, I am your humble servant Sunx Chen," he said, clasping his hands. "I have heard many stories about you, Mr. Daoist Bai, but always feared disturbing your peace, so I never made a formal greeting. I truly regret it now." Sunx Chen sighed and sat down opposite Yan Xiaobao. Clearly aware of Yan Xiaobao's high position within the sect, he did not want to offend him. Furthermore, the fact that he was a Reputation Disciple meant that, despite the sect leader's century-long prohibition, the Sun Clan still sought Yan Xiaobao's favor.
Yan Xiaobao laughed heartily and then exchanged some pleasantries. Next, he took out three bottles of pills and two sticks of incense, placing them on the table between them.
He raised his chin and asked, "Mr. Daoist Sun, what do you think these are worth?"
Sunx Chen picked up the pills and, after examination, looked pleasantly surprised. Although they were low-grade first-level pills, their impurity levels were only about eighty-one or eighty-two percent, making them very close to medium level. Normally, the pills obtained by shops tended to be low-grade, with impurity levels of eighty-eight or eighty-five percent.
