Sovereign To Immortality - C10 - Spiritual Pills
Yang Junshan got a bargain from Li Laosan, and also avenged his previous incarnation for being fooled by him without his knowledge. Yang Junshan felt relaxed and happy at the same time.
However, after strolling around the fair for a while, he did not find anything that made his eyes shine. It was not that there was nothing worth buying for his future plans, but Yang Junshan did not have many stone coins on him at this time.
The pocket stone coins that he had saved up these years, the jade coins that Yang Tian had just given to him, and the hundreds of stone coins that he had collected from Zhang Huzi and the others, made a total of less than three hundred in total. He had just used a little more than half of them, and now Yang Junshan only had one hundred and thirty stone coins left, so he had to carefully plan and buy some urgent items from the Hundred Sparrows Mountain.
In a blacksmith shop of the town, he bought two jugs of 60 iron arrows. These arrows were made of black iron, and the arrowheads were made of fine steel.
In his previous incarnation, Yang Junshan also bought Iron Feather Arrows here. However, due to Li Laosan's blackmail and the stone coins he had on him earlier, he only bought a pot of 30 arrows.
Now that Yang Junshan had not only bought an extra pot, but his archery skills were also improved, and he had more hunting experience. Naturally, he would not fall into the same predicament as in his previous incarnation.
These 60 iron arrows cost Yang Junshan 100 stone coins, and this was only when a blacksmith saw a child coming to buy things. When he asked his family's adults, Yang Junshan deliberately revealed the benefits of his father's name, Yang Tiangang. In this deserted town, Yang Junshan's father's name was quite intimidating.
With these 60 Iron Feather Arrows, Yang Junshan's trip to Hundred Sparrows Mountain was more guaranteed.However, the mulberry wood bow that Yang Tiangang had just given him seemed a little soft.
In fact, after practicing Wild Bull Fist this morning, Yang Junshan had already felt his strength increasing by leaps. Later, when he used the Sang Mu Bow to practice archery, the feeling became even more obvious.
A good bow was worth a lot, even more than a Hundred Refined Weapon. But right now, Yang Junshan didn't have many stone coins on him. Not to mention a good bow, even a mulberry tree bow couldn't afford it.
However, Yang Junshan knew that his father, Yang Tiangang, had a pretty good bow in his hands. It was said that he had used it when he was young, so he didn't know if he could draw it or not.
After buying two quivers of iron arrows, only thirty pieces of stone coins were left on Yang Junshan. He unconsciously touch the Red Rusty Rock inside his clothes at the breast, but unfortunately, this treasure was useless now.
He had almost spent all the money of these years today. Thinking about what else he could buy with these thirty stone coins, he saw the shop next to the fair street.
This kind of shop usually sold some medicines to treat injuries and illnesses, but most of them were made from low-grade spiritual herbs combined with ordinary herbs, which had some effects on cultivators in the elementary stage of the Mortal Realm. At the high stage of the Mortal Realm, cultivators could use immortal arts, and if there were any injuries or illnesses, these medicines could not be cured.
However, for a cultivator like Yang Junshan who hadn't even reached the first layer of Mortal Realm, the spiritual herb store's medicinal paste made from spiritual herbs and ordinary herbs was more than enough to treat injuries.
Thirty-five stone coins. Seeing that he was a child and the small Horse-carry beast outside the shop, the owner of the Spirit Grass shop gave him four pieces of the 10 stone coins each.
Putting the medicine into the bag on the back of the small horse, Yang Junshan patted the shriveled money bag on his chest. Finally, not a single stone coin was left on him.
Looking at the color of the sky, it seemed that his father would not come out of the town court. Yang Junshan felt bored and started to wander around the fair, casually sizing up the items on the street vendors had placed on both sides of the street, as he walked in the direction of the town court.
Because this place was normally the gathering place for the Martial Disciples, there were very few people who would set up shop near the city whenever there was a market place. The traveling traveling traveling traveling traveling travellers would not dare to dirty the eyes of the Martial Disciples.
However, the person who dared to set up a stall near the public square was naturally a rogue businessman who had confidence in his own things. Therefore, the real bustling place in the fair was not near the public square, but the best thing in the market was definitely at the public square.
At this time, Yang Junshan was squatting in front of a stall that had eight or nine exquisite wooden boxes placed in front of it. Looking at the pills inside the wooden box, Yang Junshan was drooling.
This stall belonged to a cold-faced black-clothed cultivator. From the moment Yang Junshan squatted here, this cold-faced cultivator sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, not moving at all. Obviously, this arrogant cultivator was extremely confident in his own items, and completely ignored the questioning of the person who tried to bargain.
However, from Yang Junshan's point of view, the pills that this cold-looking cultivator was selling could at best be considered pills rather than spiritual pillss. The people who made these spiritual pillss were only at the alchemist level, a step away from becoming a true alchemist.
Initially, Yang Junshan had assumed that this cold-looking cultivator would give off the impression that he was the creator of these pills, but after seeing the pills stored in the wooden box, Yang Junshan dispelled the notion that the owner of the pill shop had intentionally made people think that he was a pill refiner.
Even though these pills were only at the level of a pellet, and were made from the paste of spirit herbs boiled in secret techniques, compared to the pills made from the mixture of herbs and normal herbs, these pills were clearly much more refined. Yang Junshan, as an early Mortal Realm cultivator, was able to use some of these pills.
The box of spiritual pills that Yang Junshan was focusing on was the Spirit Drawing Pill that a cultivator had just started cultivating. This kind of spiritual pills was very helpful for Yang Junshan's cultivation.
However, the price …
The price that the arrogant cultivator had listed on this box of Spirit sumoning pills was actually five jade coins!
Five jade coins, Yang Junshan's teeth were aching when he saw the price. This was only an ordinary pill, a box of Spirit Summoning Pills was only worth three jade coins at most, but in this deserted town, most of the Spirit Farmers had only seen a few pills.
Even so, Yang Junshan was reluctant to part with the ten Spirit summoning pills in the wooden box in front of him.
The arrogant cultivator closed his eyes as he looked at the youth who was squatting in front of the stall. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile with a trace of slight ridicule that could not be detected before disappearing.
If it was anyone else, the cold and arrogant cultivator would have already coldly reprimanded and ordered him to leave. However, after seeing the small Horse-carry beast behind the youth, he thought about the nearby town court and decided to wait a bit longer.
From the looks of it, this young man was very eager for his own pill, and each box was made of several jade coins. The young man clearly did not have this kind of money, but judging from the small straggling beast behind him, this young man's master definitely could not be underestimated. Thinking of the nearby town hall, the arrogant cultivator concluded that this young man must be a Martial Mortal Realm expert and was currently in the town hall.
These pills were naturally extravagant for ordinary Spirit Cultivators. However, if it was a Martial Mortal expert, they might not be able to afford items worth several jade coins.
In fact, this arrogant cultivator had guessed half of the truth, Yang Junshan was indeed waiting for his father to come out, and indeed he wanted to buy this box of Spirit Cleansing Pills. Although the price of this box of Spirit Cleansing Pills was obviously not high, but what Yang Junshan really wanted to buy at this moment was only three of these pills.
In his previous incarnation, Yang Junshan had been studying alchemy for quite some time, and he had personally made a few common pills to communicate with others. He could barely be considered half a master alchemist, and this pill was also one of the pills he had made.
Therefore, Yang Junshan had a better understanding of the medicinal pills. The moment he saw the box of Spirit Summoning Pills, he was certain that the arrogant cultivator in front of him was not a pill refiner, because it was impossible for a pill refiner to tell that three of the ten pills in the wooden box were not made from the mixture of spiritual herbs, but a real spiritual pills concocted by a pill refiner!
These three spiritual pills were very similar to the low-tier spiritual pills known as the Spirit Summoning Pill. If Yang Junshan had not been a pill refiner in his previous incarnation and had worked hard on the spiritual pills, he would not have been able to distinguish the two so easily.
The main gate of the town hall opened and the Martial Cultivators of Savage Town began to walk out one after another. The cold arrogant cultivator's eyes flashed a ray of light because he saw a burly cultivator who was also leading a horse beast. His appearance was slightly similar to the teenager in front of him.
Seeing the burly cultivator appear, the boy in front of him hurriedly stood up and waved at him with excitement. The cold and arrogant cultivator's face became even more joyous.
When Yang Tiangang saw Yang Junshan standing beside a stall that sold spiritual pillss, he frowned. He had already noticed this stall before he going to the town hall. The prices of the spiritual pillss sold on the stall were undoubtedly much higher than the actual prices. Moreover, these spiritual pillss weren't of much use to a human cultivator, so Yang Tiangang didn't want to buy them.
"Dad, I want to buy a box of Spiritual pills!"
Compared to Yang Junshan who wanted to buy a pellet, Yang Tiangang was more surprised that he could recognize such a leading spirit pills. However, after looking at the person who sold the pellet, Yang Tiangang naturally believed that the person had informed Yang Junshan, and even once said something to tempt Yang Junshan into buying his pellet.
Yang Tiangang looked at the pills inside the wooden box. The price of five jade coins was really too high. Even a Martial Mortal Realm cultivator would feel that it was not worth it.
However, thinking of that his son was going to the Hundred Sparrows Mountain in two days, Yang Tiangang's heart softened. Looking at the black-clothed cultivator in front of him, Yang Tiangang frowned and said: "It's too high!"