Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 40 Alchemy Talent
The next day, Song Xian came to Qingfengfang in Bianxi City, which is the largest market town in Bianxi City. Its layout is similar to that of other markets in other cities.

The reason he came here was to understand the overall price of goods in Bianxi City. Although he had decided to hand over all matters related to the sect's procurement to Zhang Ningyuan, he still had to have a clear idea of ​​the prices of the goods.

The second reason was to ease the conflict from yesterday. Zhang Ningyuan seemed a little angry with Zhong Wenyuan because of the purchase of the formation flag, so he brought the two of them here.

Whether you bought it too expensive or not, you will know it once you get to the store. The best way to resolve the conflict is to talk it out face to face. If you keep it in your heart, it will easily breed resentment.

I went to several shops and asked about the prices of several kinds of formation flags. Sure enough, they were all about 10% more expensive than those in Pingyuan County. This was because the formation flag refining process required several necessary earth ores and refined iron that were not available in Xijiang County and had to be transported from other places, so the price was slightly higher.

Correspondingly, the spiritual wine and spiritual food in Bianxi City are much cheaper than other places in the inland. Because it is close to the Muhe grassland, the trade of monsters is very prosperous, and the main ingredients of spiritual wine and spiritual food are the flesh and blood of monsters.

"Senior Brother Ning Yuan is very reliable. A set of first-grade low-grade spirit gathering array here costs at least 160 spirit stones. Senior Brother Ning Yuan bought two sets with only 300 spirit stones, saving the sect 20 spirit stones!" Song Xian said with a smile as the three came out of the shop.

He was happy that Zhang Ningyuan was so dedicated in his work, and he could rest assured to leave all the sect's procurement matters to him.

Zhang Ningyuan held his head high, feeling quite proud, and looked at Zhong Wenyuan.

Zhong Wenyuan understood what he meant. After all, he was mature and prudent, and didn't care about such a small matter, so he said, "I didn't understand the situation clearly."

Zhang Ningyuan felt somewhat dissatisfied when he saw him dismiss the matter so lightly, but he didn't say much.

After leaving the shop, Song Xian came to the street where the independent practitioners were stationed in the market. This was a place for free trading. Every market had such a place to gather people.

There were no buildings on the street, only scattered merchants hawking their goods. The sound of shouting was endless and the noise of people was deafening.

"You want to sell this little thing for a thousand spirit stones? Are you crazy?" As Song Xian was strolling around, he heard the mocking words of a big man beside him.

He turned curiously and saw a thin, pale young man standing opposite the large man. His face flushed slightly as he pleaded, "I know these pills aren't worth a thousand spirit stones, but I need them urgently. If you could spare a thousand spirit stones to help me through this difficult time, I would be deeply grateful. I guarantee on my personal reputation and integrity that I will repay you with pills worth two thousand spirit stones in the future."

The big man sneered and said, "I think you'd better go to Chunyang Pavilion and sell your butt. That would be more practical."

"If you don't believe me, just leave. Why bother mocking me?"

"There are really more and more people who are daydreaming." The big man sneered again and left the stall.

After he left, Song Xian came to the stall and saw a yellow cloth spread on the ground, on which were placed many bottles and jars of elixirs. Next to the man was a wooden sign that read: All elixirs are sold in packages of one thousand spirit stones.

Song Xian saw that although this person was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a handsome appearance, but his face was haggard. He also saw that the way he sold the pills was so special, so he became curious and asked, "Excuse me, fellow Daoist, how do you sell these pills?"

Seeing him asking, the man immediately replied, "Take all the pills for a thousand spirit stones."

"I don't need so many pills, I just need some Qi-recovering pills."

The glimmer of hope in the man's eyes quickly died down. "If you only want the Qi-Restoring Pill, I'm sorry, we won't serve you that. Please go to another stall to buy it."

Song Xian laughed and said, "This is strange. If you don't sell pills, why do you set up this stall?"

"I didn't say I won't sell it, I just won't sell it individually. If you don't want it, please don't make fun of me and waste my time. And don't stand in front of the stall, blocking others. I'm still waiting for others to buy it."

"I've never seen you sell things like this before. Isn't it the same if you sell them in a package or sell them individually? The more you sell, the better. The rest will be easy to deal with. Otherwise, who would buy all these pills at once? With all due respect, there aren't many people in this market who can afford a thousand spirit stones, and they certainly won't buy all the pills, whether useful or not, together. If you sell like this, even if you sell until next year, you won't find a buyer."

Hearing this, the man remained silent, lowered his head, and looked sad.

"Hey! Don't cry! I just said two truths, why are you crying?"

Song Xian was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. If you don't want to buy, just leave! Don't block my customers." The man lowered his head, wiped his face and wiped away his tears.

"It seems like you're really in trouble." Seeing such a grown man crying in public, Song Xian felt a little sad.

As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily. Unless they encounter something really sad, they will never cry in front of strangers. He could tell from the first time he saw this person that he was very anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, can you buy these things? As long as I am alive, I will definitely repay you in the future." The man looked at him with pleading eyes.

Song Xian was just curious at first, but now he couldn't help it. "What kind of pills are these?"

"There is a first-grade mid-grade Qi-recovering pill, a first-grade mid-grade blood-enriching pill, a first-grade mid-grade water-avoiding pill, a first-grade mid-grade detoxification pill, a first-grade mid-grade bone-growing pill, a first-grade mid-grade..." The man named more than ten kinds of pills one after another.

"Excuse me for being blunt, but these pills of yours are far from worth a thousand spirit stones. At most, they're worth four or five hundred. No one would spend a thousand spirit stones on them."

The man couldn't hide his sorrow. "I know, but I don't have time. I must gather a thousand spirit stones immediately. This is all I have. If you are willing to give me a thousand spirit stones, I, Qi Xiaobai, swear to heaven that I will refine a pill worth more than two thousand spirit stones and return it to you."

"Refine? Are you an alchemist? Did you refine all these pills yourself?"

"I refined it myself. If you believe me and are willing to pay a thousand spirit stones, we can sign any contract. In the future, I will definitely repay you with double the spirit stone price."

Song Xian said nothing, squatted down, took out a black bottle, poured out the medicine inside, and a red pill fell into his hand. He pretended to pinch it between his fingertips and observe it carefully, secretly opening the Eye of True Observation, and the information about the pill immediately appeared in his mind.

Water-repellent pill (first-grade mid-grade)
Efficacy: After taking it, people can move freely in water.

Quality: 98
Song Xian remained calm on the surface, but was shocked in his heart.

His eyes of true observation can not only know the essential function of objects, but also intuitively distinguish between inferior and inferior ones.

The quality value is the measure of the poor quality of an item. For elixirs, a quality of 60 is considered passing. The higher the value, the better the effect of the elixir.

For the same elixir, a low-grade Qi-recovering elixir of quality 60 can restore 10 spiritual power points, while a Qi-recovering elixir of quality 90 can restore 15 spiritual stones. The effects are incomparable.

Taking the Water-Repellent Pill in his hand as an example, if it is a first-grade medium-grade Water-Repellent Pill with a quality of only 60, it can dive to a depth of feet under the water and last for half an hour.

Like this first-grade medium-grade water-repellent pill of quality 98, it can dive to a depth of a hundred feet underwater and last for about an hour.

Precisely because of the difference in quality, most monks choose to buy in famous large shops. Even though the items in large shops are more expensive, there is one advantage: the quality of the items in large shops is guaranteed.

Their pills, talismans, and magical instruments are all made by famous masters, and they have professional appraisers to determine the quality.

"These pills of mine are all top-quality. If you are in the same industry, you should be able to tell the difference. I dare say that even the pills made by those big shops and famous people are not better than mine." The man saw him holding the pills in his fingers and examining them carefully, thinking that he was an expert, and said quickly.

"It's really good." Song Xian put the pill down and picked up other pills. The more he looked at them, the more shocked he was. The quality of all the pills here was above 90, and some even reached 100.

Although he did not refine pills, he had seen many pills refined by the sect's alchemists in the two years he had been in Qingyun Sect. Those with a quality of eighty were rare, and most were sixty or seventy.

This kid’s alchemy skills are really good! Song Xian thought to himself, feeling slightly happy.

What is the most important thing for the development of a sect? Of course, it is talent!
"Did you refine all these pills?"

"Yes." Seeing him look so carefully, hope ignited in the man's eyes.

"May I ask who your respected teacher is?"

"My master was just a casual cultivator and has passed away. Even if I tell you, you won't recognize me, so it's better not to tell you!"

"Fellow Daoist Qi is also a casual cultivator?"

"Yes."

"I can give Fellow Daoist Qi one thousand spirit stones."

Upon hearing this, the man danced with joy. "Thank you so much, fellow Daoist. I will never forget your kindness. The elixir here is less than a thousand spirit stones. Please leave your name and address, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

"I don't want future rewards, I have conditions."

"What are your conditions? Tell me, my friend. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

"You can definitely do it." Song Xian smiled slightly: "My conditions are very simple. I don't want any of your pills. I will pay you a thousand spirit stones to buy you."

(End of this chapter)