44: Xiao Danshi Yang Yi

Although Hong Yu's heart was heavy, he still intended to sell the Medicinal Pills in his hands first; after all, every bit of profit counted.

Just as he was looking for a place to sell the Medicinal Pills, a man's voice rang out. Hong Yu looked toward the source and found that the speaker was a handyman from the Pill Cauldron Tower.

"Guest, please do not speak nonsense. Our Pill Cauldron Tower always does business fairly; you get what you pay for. For example, this bottle of skin tempering pills in your hand was crafted by the little alchemist Yang Yi. How can they be the same as ordinary skin tempering pills?"

The man who had spoken earlier seemed unconvinced by the handyman's explanation. He stiffened his neck and said, "No matter how good a skin tempering pill is, it's still just a skin tempering pill. Could it be that eating a pill refined by Yang Yi will make a flower grow out of my cultivation?"

The handyman wasn't annoyed upon hearing this. He said with a chuckle, "Guest, there is something you don't know. As the saying goes, every medicine has a portion of poison, and the Medicinal Pills used for cultivation are naturally no exception. You might not feel it when you take them normally, but over time, pill toxins will accumulate in your body, seriously affecting your future cultivation efficiency and the absorption efficiency of other Medicinal Pills."

"The price to remove pill toxins from the body is something even an average Golden Core Stage Cultivator cannot afford. Therefore, it is best to consume Medicinal Pills with fewer pill toxins right from the start of building your foundation."

"The Medicinal Pills of our Pill Cauldron Tower are naturally the finest among their kind, so please do not compare our Medicinal Pills with those from the outside world again."

"If you insist, we do have Medicinal Pills for ten Spirit Stones each. I wonder if you need them?"

"This..." The man's voice clearly wavered, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Hong Yu knew the deal was likely to be struck. He quickly stepped forward and asked the handyman, "Excuse me, I would like to sell some Medicinal Pills. Whom should I look for?"

"The place to sell Medicinal Pills is on the second floor to the left. They need to be appraised by an Alchemist first to confirm their grade before an offer is made." The handyman said politely, "As you probably heard, our Pill Cauldron Tower doesn't accept Medicinal Pills of just any grade."

Hong Yu thanked him and hurried toward the second floor. He couldn't afford any delay now.

There were significantly fewer people on the second floor. Hong Yu quickly found the room, knocked, and pushed the door open.

Upon entering, he saw three men and one woman sitting in the room, all of whom possessed cultivation. Three of the men stared at him with unfriendly expressions when they saw him enter. One arrogant-looking man shouted directly, "Get out."

Hong Yu was clearly stunned, then asked in return, "Is this not the place to sell Medicinal Pills? I'm here to sell some."

The male Cultivator said in an ill-tempered tone, "I thought the appraiser had arrived. I didn't expect it to be a poor kid in shabby clothes. Don't you know about 'first come, first served'? Didn't you see that Junior Sister Yang is also here? Go wait outside and come back in when we're finished."

"Senior Brother Fu, don't be like that." Just as the male Cultivator finished speaking, the only female Cultivator among the four spoke up indifferently. "We are all from the same sect; there's no need for this. Besides, it's not like there's no space in the room. Since this Junior Brother is also here to sell Medicinal Pills, let him wait here with us."

The female Cultivator's voice was cold yet filled with gentleness, which couldn't help but cause a slight sense of goodwill to rise in Hong Yu's heart.

Hearing this, the male Cultivator surnamed Fu immediately said with a smile, "Junior Sister Yang, you are always so kind to others. I was just afraid that someone with ill intentions might try to get close to you by taking advantage of your approachable nature."

Junior Sister Yang ignored the male Cultivator surnamed Fu and looked at Hong Yu, saying, "I wonder how many Medicinal Pills Junior Brother intends to sell this time? If you aren't selling many, I can let you go first. After all, I've brought quite a few this time, so I expect it will take a while."

Hong Yu cupped his hands and said calmly, "It's better if Senior Sister goes first. I still understand the rule of 'first come, first served'."

After saying that, he walked straight to another empty spot in the room, sat down, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Seeing that Hong Yu had no intention of communicating, another handsome male Cultivator among the four, wearing a golden crown, said with a chuckle, "Senior Sister Yang, if he doesn't appreciate your kindness, then forget it. By the way, I heard you can already refine Bone-Forging Pills now. It seems your cultivation has improved again. Congratulations, Senior Sister, on your Alchemy skills reaching the next level."

The female Cultivator surnamed Yang gave a reserved smile and then began chatting with the others.

On the side, Hong Yu appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but he was actually secretly observing them. The reason he acted so coldly earlier was that he was truly afraid of being tricked by these so-called fellow disciples.

Since entering the residence, he had encountered very few decent fellow disciples. If it weren't for the prestigious reputation of the Xuan Yun Residence, he would have doubted if he had joined a demonic sect.

Therefore, he really couldn't muster the desire to make friends. However, listening to their conversation allowed him to learn their identities.

The female Cultivator surnamed Yang was indeed the little alchemist Yang Yi mentioned by the handyman. She had a cultivation of the Seventh Layer of Qi Condensation, a beautiful face, and an elegant temperament. Although her cultivation was the lowest, she was vaguely the highest-ranking person among the four.

The male Cultivator who had spoken rudely earlier was named Fu Zhuo, with a cultivation of the Qi Refining Eighth Layer. He couldn't go three sentences without mentioning Yang Yi; Hong Yu concluded that this man was definitely a simp for Yang Yi.

The male Cultivator wearing the golden crown was named Hu Yue, also at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer. His speech and behavior were quite magnanimous, and he possessed a noble and arrogant air that seemed to have been cultivated from a life of privilege since childhood.

The last man, who looked mature, was named Zhu Pingan. He had the highest cultivation at the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation, only one step away from entering Foundation Establishment. He was also the one who spoke the least among the four.

After a short while, the door opened again, and a long-bearded old man in black robes walked in hurriedly, followed by two pretty maidservants.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, I am truly sorry for keeping you waiting," the old man said apologetically. "I really couldn't get away just now. I rushed over as soon as I finished. I wonder what Medicinal Pills you want to sell this time?"

Yang Yi patted her Storage Pouch, and several exquisite porcelain bottles appeared in her hand. She then said, "Elder Wang, the Medicinal Pills I'm selling this time are quite numerous and varied, so I'll have to trouble you to take the time to appraise them."

The old man chuckled and stroked his beard, saying, "Of course, of course."

He then gave a look to the maidservants behind him, and they respectfully walked forward carrying trays.

Soon, Yang Yi took out more than twenty porcelain bottles, filling the two trays to the brim.

Seeing this, the old man also took out a pile of professional equipment with a serious expression.

He then opened the porcelain bottles one by one and began to appraise them seriously.

As the bottles were opened, the room was soon filled with a thick medicinal fragrance.

Fu Zhuo even simped directly, saying, "As expected of the pills refined by Junior Sister Yang. Just smelling the fragrance makes me feel like my cultivation has improved; this brief moment is actually equivalent to a day of my bitter cultivation."

Yang Yi was clearly uninterested in Fu Zhuo. She didn't say anything and quietly waited for Elder Wang's appraisal results.

As the appraisal proceeded, a smile slowly began to spread across Elder Wang's aged face. By the end, a look of surprise even appeared in his eyes, and he exclaimed in amazement.

"What? It's actually a High Grade Medicinal Pill, a Spirit-Stabilizing Pill!"