I have the face of a great demon.

This time, Master Hua led the two to pick spiritual herbs on the mountain. After leaving behind the herbs needed for alchemy, they brought out the rest.

Sell ​​all these medicinal herbs and give the proceeds to your two disciples so they can have some spirit crystals to buy things they like, making their trip worthwhile.

Fearing the two wouldn't understand the market price, Old Master Hua even divided the medicinal herbs into portions, labeling each portion with a price.

To prevent the two from being misled and sold at a low price.

After doing all this, Old Master Hua clapped his hands and said:

"I'm going to meditate in the woods over there. You two can sell the medicinal herbs here. Come find me in the woods when you're done."

As Hua Laodao's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Liu Xingchen and his fellow disciple began their first stall in the cultivation world.

They didn't have many medicinal herbs on their stall, only about ten servings.

Hua Laodao put prices on them, ranging from 1 to 3 spirit crystals per serving, none of which were very valuable.

Liu Xingchen calculated that selling them all would only yield 25 spirit crystals.

Although these medicinal herbs weren't worth many spirit crystals, it was their first income, so the two of them took it seriously and worked hard at the job.

Pedestrians hurried along the road, and occasionally two or three would glance at their stall before quickly moving on.

Seeing that other people's stalls were surrounded by people, while his own stall was deserted, Tie Zhu became anxious and took the initiative to approach them, pulling a few passersby over to take a look, but with little success.

The person got a little impatient being pulled along and simply turned and left.

Just as Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu were worrying about the medicinal herbs on the stall, a well-dressed fat man sauntered to a stop in front of their stall.

The fat man was wearing a bright red silk robe, with a glittering jade pendant hanging from his waist, and he had a wealthy and noble appearance.

His eyes were as small as mung beans, narrowed into slits as he examined the items on the stall.

"Oh my, aren't these Frost Moon Grass and Soul Breath Flower? You dare to put such ordinary stuff out for sale?" The fat man's voice was tinged with disdain.

"Who would specifically come to your little stall to buy something like this that's everywhere? You can find tons of it at any magic shop."

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan: "Ah? No one's buying these spiritual herbs? How are we going to earn spirit crystals?"

The fat man chuckled, his chubby face jiggling.

"Look at other people's stalls, those are all rare and precious medicinal herbs, that's why people are willing to open their wallets. Your stuff, it'll be hard to sell!"

Tie Zhu grew even more anxious, beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "Then what should we do?"

The fat man put on a sympathetic look.

"Don't rush, I can tell you two have had a tough time. You haven't been cultivating immortality for long, have you? Sigh, it reminds me of when I went through the same thing, it was really tough."

The fat man paused for a moment, then continued, "How about this, I'll do you a good deed and help you out. I'll take all these spiritual herbs, one price, 10 spirit crystals, how about it?"

Tie Zhu thought the fat man seemed like a nice person, showing so much sympathy for the newcomer, and was so moved that he almost agreed.

Liu Xingchen, who had been observing coldly, stopped him.

"Fellow Daoist, we appreciate your kindness. However, your price is too low; we cannot sell it to you."

Seeing that Liu Xingchen seemed difficult to fool, the fat man's originally kind face instantly fell.

"How many spirit crystals do you want?"

"24 spirit crystals."

"Hmph, you think your worthless weeds are worth 24 spirit crystals? Don't dream. I'll give you a higher price, 11 spirit crystals, that's the most I can offer."

At this point, Tie Zhu realized that this person was deliberately trying to lower the price and take advantage of them.

So the two of them stuck to their price and refused to budge, leaving the fat man helpless and the two remained deadlocked.

Just then, a passerby walked by and jokingly said, "You have too much money. You're taking advantage of the newcomers again. Don't trust him, you two. He never does anything that doesn't make a profit. It would be a miracle if he didn't cheat you."

The fat man, known as "Too Much Money," was furious when his secret was exposed.

"Wang Luoguo, you're meddling in other people's business. Humph, I'll remember this, we'll see."

After saying that, he angrily turned and left.

The man named Wang Luoguo came over, looked at the medicinal herbs on their stall, shook his head, and left.

After the two had walked away, Tie Zhu finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked with a puzzled look:

"Brother Xingchen, why are these two's names so strange? Too Much Money and Wang Luoguo, are there really such names? Do cultivators have to have such weird names?"

"I think these are their nicknames. As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names. Don't you think their nicknames suit their characteristics perfectly?"

Tie Zhu thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "That's really how it is!"

But then he became anxious again: "Oh dear, why should we worry about these things? The most important thing now is how to sell our elixirs, otherwise we won't have any spirit crystals to buy anything."

Liu Xingchen's gaze swept over the medicinal herbs on the stall, and he fell into deep thought. After a while, he had a flash of inspiration and came up with an idea.

He immediately reorganized the medicinal herbs on the stall, no longer dividing them into individual portions according to their type, but instead pairing different herbs together.

Tie Zhu was even more confused after reading it.

"Brother Xingchen, what are you doing? Are you dividing the spiritual herbs like this just to make it look nicer?"

"Well, I can't explain it to you in a short time. Just shout it out loud to the surrounding area as I say, and you'll understand."

After saying that, Liu Xingchen whispered something in Tie Zhu's ear, gave him a set of promotional slogans, told him to write them down, and then shout them out loud.

Tie Zhu frowned deeply after hearing this.

"Brother Xingchen, will this work?"

"Just listen to me, I guarantee it will work!" Liu Xingchen said confidently.

"Alright!" Tie Zhu was going all out. He stood on the road, took a deep breath, and started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Fellow Daoists, don't miss this opportunity!"

"Freshly made elixirs are being given away free!"

"Two spirit crystals per portion, all of them are now two spirit crystals each!"

"Two spirit crystals—you won't lose out or be cheated. You can buy essential spiritual medicines for travel and home use!"

"Two spirit crystals can buy you a room that won't last more than a few days, and you can't buy magic weapons or flying swords, but you can buy cheap and effective spiritual medicines."

"Limited quantity, first come first served, or it will be sold out."

This shout really made things lively.

The independent cultivators here had never heard such a novel hawking cry before.

Immediately, everyone's curiosity was piqued, and they crowded around Liu Xingchen's stall, making it impossible to move.

The fat man with too much money, who had been secretly observing them from afar, waiting to see them make a fool of themselves and come back to drive down the price when they couldn't sell a single elixir, was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.