It turns out they are two sisters.

The trip to the Demon Falling Valley had to be made after all.

Placing all his hope on Mu Wanqing's acquisitions was no different from handing his life over to someone else.

No one could guarantee that she would definitely acquire the three types of Spirit Medicine, let alone have extra to sell to him.

At most, he only had ten years of Lifespan left.

If he could not enter the Foundation Establishment within ten years, what awaited him was the exhaustion of his Lifespan, leading to death and the dissipation of his Dao.

"Since Fellow Daoist Sun is determined to make a trip to the Demon Falling Valley, this servant will naturally provide full support."

Seeing his determined expression, the regret in Mu Wanqing's seductive eyes flashed and vanished, replaced by the shrewdness typical of a businessperson.

She gently clapped her hands.

A maidservant silently pushed the door open and entered, standing by in a bowing posture.

Mu Wanqing leaned over and whispered a few words into her ear.

The maidservant acknowledged the order and quietly withdrew.

In just a moment, the maidservant returned and respectfully handed a bulging Storage Pouch to Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing took the Storage Pouch, her alluring peach-blossom eyes sweeping over Lin Yuan.

"Are the few treasures Fellow Daoist purchased from this servant last time still with you?"

"Are the few items Fellow Daoist purchased from this servant last time still serving you well?"

"The yin sha pill has been used; the others are still here." Lin Yuan's voice was devoid of any emotion.

The defensive power of the azure profound shield was truly astonishing; it withstood a tail swipe from the Magma Giant Crocodile, with its spiritual light merely dimming without sustaining any fundamental damage.

As for that Heaven-Turning Seal Talisman treasure, he had used it once, and the spiritual power within could still be activated one or two more times.

Mu Wanqing gently brushed her snow-white hand through the air.

Hum!

Three streams of spiritual light suddenly shot out from the Storage Pouch, floating quietly between the two, emitting distinct yet equally heart-palpitating auras.

One was a Talisman, shimmering with azure light, its runes like living creatures, flowing on their own, with the faint whistling of wind.

One was a Puppet, pitch-black, palm-sized, shaped like a small wooden figurine with blurred features, yet it exuded a sinister chill capable of freezing a person's Divine Soul.

One was a Medicinal Pill, crystal-clear blood-red, resembling a drop of solidified Dragon blood; a rich, fishy-sweet scent permeated the air, making one feel nauseous and causing their Divine Soul to become unstable.

Mu Wanqing's slender, jade-like fingers first pointed toward the azure Talisman, her red lips parting slightly, her voice intoxicatingly seductive.

"This is a 'Divine Movement Talisman', a supreme grade Talisman. Once activated, it can cause Fellow Daoist's movement speed to instantly increase several times over."

"Whether for pursuit or escape, it is an unparalleled Sharp Weapon."

Immediately, her gaze fell upon the eerie Puppet; even she had a flash of wariness in her eyes.

"This item is called a 'Substitute Death Puppet'."

"It is crafted primarily from thousand-year-old dark sunken wood, refined with a Secret Technique for forty-nine days. Once activated, it will be connected to your Qi for one month."

"During this period, no matter what kind of fatal blow Fellow Daoist suffers, this Puppet will bear it for you."

"In other words, it can grant you an extra life in the Demon Falling Valley."

Finally, she looked at the blood-colored Medicinal Pill, her expression more serious than ever before.

"This 'Blood Transformation Divine Pill' is neither a pill nor medicine; it is an extremely vicious, one-time-use Magical Artifact."

"Once crushed, an invisible blood mist will instantly shroud a radius of ten zhang."

"Even a Cultivator at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, once contaminated, will have their spiritual power dissipate into nothing within ten breaths, becoming a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

"Fellow Daoist must remember, when activating it, be extremely careful not to harm yourself."

Lin Yuan felt a chill in his heart.

Each of these three items was a trump card for survival.

Especially that Substitute Death Puppet! It was practically an extra life.

However, such a Heaven-Defying item, its price...

Lin Yuan suppressed the surprise in his heart, raised his eyes, and calmly met Mu Wanqing's gaze.

"Name your price."

"The Divine Movement Talisman is three thousand Spirit Stones. The Blood Transformation Divine Pill is two thousand five hundred Spirit Stones."

Mu Wanqing announced the first two prices, then smiled enchantingly, brimming with allure.

"As for this most precious Substitute Death Puppet..."

She paused, her red lips parting: "Fifty thousand Spirit Stones."

Lin Yuan did not bargain, did not show any difficulty, and did not even reveal a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Good items, but he couldn't afford them.

This silence was his answer.

Mu Wanqing took in his reaction, the smile on her face becoming even more seductive, like a spider about to close its web.

"Fellow Daoist seems very interested in these few items?"

She slowly leaned forward, her dark red qipao outlining a breathtaking curve, her voice carrying a faint, lingering seduction.

"How about we... change our method of cooperation?"

"Speak."

Lin Yuan's tone remained completely calm.

"To enter the Demon Falling Valley, the Poison-Dispelling Pill is essential. Now, there are only eight or nine days left until the period when the poisonous miasma outside the valley weakens."

"In these few days, the price of the Poison-Dispelling Pill rises daily, and it is already in short supply. A High Grade Poison-Dispelling Pill costs as much as two hundred Spirit Stones, and the supreme grade ones are priceless."

In Mu Wanqing's eyes flashed the cunning of a merchant.

"this servant will provide the Materials, and the Great Master behind Fellow Daoist will perform the Alchemy to refine a batch of Poison-Dispelling Pills for me, how about that?"

The difficulty of refining the Poison-Dispelling Pill was far above that of the condensing yuan pill.

Lin Yuan's thoughts raced.

If he had a supreme grade Pill Furnace to assist him, he was confident that he could produce at least two supreme grade pills per furnace, along with several of medium and Low Grade.

The total price for the three items, including the Substitute Death Puppet, was fifty-five thousand five hundred Spirit Stones.

He still had over twenty thousand on him.

The difference could be more than covered by performing Alchemy.

This deal could be done!

Lin Yuan made his decision in an instant, but his face appropriately revealed a hint of hesitation; after pondering for a moment, he spoke slowly.

"It is possible, but..."

He changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of apology.

"The Senior's Pill Furnace is somewhat damaged, and I fear... it will affect the quality and quantity of the finished Medicinal Pill."

"That is easily solved!"

Hearing this, the joy in Mu Wanqing's eyes deepened, and she immediately agreed, fearing he might change his mind.

"this servant happens to have a supreme grade Magical Artifact Pill Furnace in the warehouse; I will gift it to Fellow Daoist along with the Materials for twenty furnaces of Poison-Dispelling Pills!"

"My father will set off in five days to station himself outside the Demon Falling Valley. At that time, Fellow Daoist only needs to hand the refined Medicinal Pill to me."

Subsequently, the two settled on a few more details.

Lin Yuan received the brand-new supreme grade Pill Furnace and the Storage Pouch filled with Poison-Dispelling Pill Materials, then rose to take his leave.

Watching Lin Yuan's back disappear at the doorway, Mu Wanqing leaned back lazily against the chair, her seductive eyes flashing with a calculating glint.

If this person could truly produce supreme grade Poison-Dispelling Pills, then the identity of the person behind him would be a genuine Sixth-Grade Alchemist!

A Sixth-Grade Alchemist...

If I could win them over, then the strength of my Mu family...

She gently stroked her smooth chin, her thoughts drifting away.

And also... my sister's stubborn illness, perhaps...

At the thought of her sister, all the shrewdness and seductiveness in her eyes faded away, replaced by a bottomless worry.

As she was lost in thought, a voice came from outside the secret chamber without warning.

"Little sister, are you inside?"

Upon hearing this voice, Mu Wanqing shuddered, the calculation and seductiveness on her face instantly fading away completely, replaced by pure surprise as she stood up from the chair.

"Sister! Come in quickly!"

The door was pushed open, and an azure figure walked in quickly; it was Qing Tan! Seeing Mu Wanqing, a gentle smile also appeared on her face.