19: Chapter 19 Heading to Qingyang Market (Part 2)

For the past two years, the Su Family has been vigorously developing Alchemy, attracting many Cultivators with significant discounts.

Inside the shop, it was bustling with noise, and business was booming.

"Fellow Daoist, our shop sells various resources for Cultivate, from Medicinal Pill and Talisman to Magical Artifact, we have it all."

Walking forward to greet him was a beautiful female Cultivator, fragrant, tall, and wearing a long dress with a slit, her cultivation at Qi Refining Level 5.

Perhaps due to the fierce competition, whenever a Cultivator arrived, they would immediately go up to greet them.

Seeing that the person arriving was wearing a wide robe and a hooded bamboo hat with the brim pulled very low, she showed no surprise.

After all, Qingyang Market was a mixed bag of people, and she was long accustomed to such things; as long as they did not cause trouble, who would turn away Spirit Stone?

Chen Fan looked around and was secretly surprised to find that the resources for Cultivate sold here were far richer than those in the Family market; not only were the varieties numerous, but the quality was superior, and the prices seemed slightly lower as well.

"May I ask if your shop purchases Medicinal Pill?"

"Medicinal Pill? Are you an Alchemist?" The beautiful female Cultivator looked suspicious, her brows slightly furrowed, before finally gesturing with her hand in an invitation.

"It is not convenient to talk here; please follow me to the private room."

The private room was exquisitely decorated. Following standard procedure, the beautiful female Cultivator skillfully brewed a cup of spirit tea and smiled: "This humble one is named Su Yan. May I ask what kind of Medicinal Pill you are selling, and in what quantity?"

"This time, there are five bottles of Medicinal Pill. If our cooperation goes smoothly, I will come every month." Chen Fan said slowly in a low voice.

After speaking, he flipped his hand and took out five pill bottles from his Storage Pouch, each labeled with names like spirit-gathering pill, qi condensation pill, Xuanning Pill, and recovery pill.

Seeing this, Su Yan was quite curious. When she saw that they were all four-striped Medicinal Pill, she was greatly shocked, realizing that the Cultivator before her might be an Alchemist.

She hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. I will go notify the deacon to help you appraise them."

Not long after, Su Yan returned with an old man.

The old man was at Qi Refining Level 10 with a profound aura. He only glanced at Chen Fan briefly before immediately examining the Medicinal Pill.

"Not bad, these are indeed genuine four-striped Medicinal Pill. A total of seventy Spirit Stone. However, I wonder where these Medicinal Pill came from?" The old man stroked his white beard and asked with some curiosity.

"These were refined by a friend of mine, I am just helping to sell them." Chen Fan replied with a calm expression, making up a story.

"So that is how it is."

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to disclose, the old man was not angry. Instead, he took out ten Talisman from his Storage Pouch and said with a smile: "This old man is named Deacon Su Changhe. This is a small token from our shop; I hope we can have a long-term cooperation in the future."

"Many thanks." Chen Fan did not stand on ceremony, took the Talisman and Spirit Stone, and casually put them into his Storage Pouch.

After he left, Deacon Su Changhe smiled slightly: "This person is quite interesting. The quality of the Medicinal Pill is good, with very few Impurities; it is clear that his Alchemy technique is extremely high."

"Then which Alchemist do you think it is?" Su Yan asked curiously.

"Hard to say. We shall see in the future." Deacon Su Changhe smiled faintly.

Leaving the Su Family Shop, Chen Fan wandered around Qingyang Market, taking several turns before walking into other merchant firms.

After repeating this process a few times, he not only sold all the Medicinal Pill he had accumulated over the days but also took the opportunity to purchase two Low Grade Magical Artifact and a few thunder beads.

After changing his attire, he did not head towards the Qin Family's flying boat but instead headed towards the outskirts of the market.

The market was divided into a core area and a Shantytown. Large shops and exquisite residences were all located in the core area where the Spiritual Qi was relatively dense, and there were specialized guard teams patrolling inside.

As for the peripheral areas, such as the Shantytown, the Spiritual Qi was relatively thin, and the public security was also poor.

Chen Fan did not believe that Qin Chuan would let go of such a good opportunity, so he waited quietly in a secluded place.

Sure enough, not long after, a familiar voice came from afar.

"Little Brother Chen, you have made it very difficult for your clan brother to find you along the way!"

He saw Qin Chuan slowly tearing the mask from his face, saying with a mocking smile.

"So you have been on the flying boat all along?" Chen Fan was secretly surprised.

"I have been training for many years; dealing with a small character like you is easy. Actually, your clan brother is very easy to talk to. As long as you hand over the Medicinal Pill and Magical Artifact, I can naturally spare you. If you don't know what's good for you, you will end up headless."

When Qin Chuan said this, he narrowed his eyes and laughed "Hehe".

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than several Talisman flew towards him. After a "Bang" sound, they erupted into scorching fireballs.

"Brat, you dare to ambush me?"

Qin Chuan retreated several steps in succession, breaking out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't opened his protective shield in time, he would have suffered a great loss.

In his anger, he slapped his Storage Pouch and summoned a Low Grade Flying Sword. After pouring his magic power into it, the Flying Sword hummed loudly.

"Today, I will kill you, a low-class Matrilocal son-in-law." Qin Chuan let out a roar, performed a series of hand seals, and then pointed into the air.

The Flying Sword emitted immense power, with a green light gleaming on the blade, making a huge whistling sound as it pierced the air.

However, Chen Fan's expression remained calm. He did not resist head-on; instead, he circulated his magic power and, with a few nimble maneuvers, dodged it quite skillfully.

"Hmph, want to escape? It's too late."

Qin Chuan's face twitched slightly as he continued to control the Flying Sword.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, he was quite puzzled in his heart, unable to understand why the other party did not use a Magical Artifact.

"Brat, if you don't use the Medium Grade Flying Sword you bought at a high price, it would be a pity."

"Clan brother, your strength is low; you are not worthy of me making a move." Chen Fan gave a cold smile, and while dodging and maneuvering, he occasionally threw out a few low-level Talisman.

After continuous harassment, Qin Chuan lost his patience. He performed hand seals with both hands and kept pouring a large amount of magic power into it.

However, at this very moment, something strange happened. A sound of "Ouch" rang out, and he clutched his chest in extreme pain.

Seeing this, Chen Fan understood that the opportunity had arrived. With a wave of his long sleeve, he threw out the throwing blades he had prepared long ago.

A "Swish" sound rang out, and the whistling sound of the throwing blades echoed all around.

"Puff~"

Two throwing blades grazed the opponent's leg and arm, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

"What is going on?" Qin Chuan fell to the ground, somewhat horrified, discovering that the magic power in his Dantian was completely out of control.

"Clan brother, that Medicinal Pill was not given to you for free, especially the four-striped recovery pill specifically refined for you."

"Ah, you are so despicable? Wait, if you kill a clansman at will, the Qin Family will not let you go."

"Pah, save those words for the underworld!"

Chen Fan's expression turned cold as he continued to urge the throwing blades.

Unable to circulate his magic power, Qin Chuan was like a lamb waiting for slaughter. As the sharp blade slashed across his neck, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Finally dead."

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief; this way, he had one less threat.

Afterward, he reached out his hand, took the opponent's Storage Pouch into his possession, and cast a fireball to destroy the body and eliminate the evidence.

After finishing the cleanup, he faced the distance and said faintly: "Come out, you have been following for so long."