“Go.”
With a flick of Wan Bao's finger, the First-Tier high-grade Fireball Talisman suddenly ignited.
A crimson spiritual light burst forth with a boom.
A fist-sized, blazing fireball shot through the air, shrouded in rolling heat waves, its speed so fast it left only a crimson residual shadow.
Zhou Si's face paled drastically. He hurriedly tried to circulate his spiritual energy to protect himself.
Yet the fireball had already blasted right in front of him.
The scorching flames instantly shredded his flimsy Qi Refinement protective barrier and slammed heavily onto his body.
With a dull thud, the firelight exploded.
Before Zhou Si could even let out a scream, his body was burned to ash on the spot by the fireball, vanishing into thin air.
“Run!”
Seeing this scene, Ma Zhu's heart turned cold.
The lingering fluke in his mind vanished without a trace in an instant.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately steered the wooden boat and fled.
“This Fireball Talisman really is useful.”
It was also Wan Bao's first time using a First-Tier high-grade Fireball Talisman, and he had not expected the effect to be so amazing.
In the blink of an eye, it had slain Zhou Si at Fourth-Layer Qi Refinement.
He hadn't even expended the slightest effort.
The only pity was that the price of this Fireball Talisman was far too expensive.
A single First-Tier high-grade Fireball Talisman was worth 100 low-grade spirit stones.
This made him feel that the Ye Hao before him was increasingly extraordinary. To casually pull out two Fireball Talismans, it was hard to imagine how many trump cards the youth still carried on him.
Afterward, he returned the remaining Fireball Talisman to Ye Hao.
Though his eyes burned with envy, it belonged to Ye Hao, and he couldn't be thick-skinned enough to keep it.
Ye Hao nodded and put it away.
“Let's go.”
Wan Bao continued to steer the plantain leaf, flying toward the market.
Half a shichen later, the two arrived smoothly at the market.
He spent half a spirit stone to rent a stall.
The moment Wan Bao placed the stalk of Dew Condensation Grass on the stall, it instantly drew the attention of everyone around.
The next second, someone began to ask the price: “Fellow Daoist, sell me this Dew Condensation Grass for 300 low-grade spirit stones.”
“At least 400 low-grade spirit stones.”
Wan Bao shook his head gently.
“Then I'll take it. Here are 400 low-grade spirit stones.”
Right away, someone pulled out 400 low-grade spirit stones and prepared to grab the Dew Condensation Grass.
“Wait, for a treasure like this, the highest bidder gets it.”
“I offer 420 low-grade spirit stones.”
A youth snorted coldly, reaching out to block the other person.
He made his bid.
The youth wore a robe of sky-blue spirit silk.
The hem was embroidered with interconnected floating clouds, the silver-thread pattern faintly shimmering, and the green jade token at his waist swayed gently.
This was the attire of an inner disciple of the Baiyun Sect.
“It's an inner senior brother.”
Looking at the attire on the youth, Wan Bao's eyes brightened instantly.
“Ninth-Layer Qi Refinement, nearly at great perfection.”
Ye Hao looked at the youth, his heart pausing slightly.
The other party did not seem much older than him, yet he had already reached Ninth-Layer Qi Refinement.
He must have at least a supreme spirit root.
No wonder people said that inner disciples of the Baiyun Sect could basically all reach Foundation Establishment.
“430!”
“450!”
...
The bidding continued.
The others would not give up bidding just because the youth was an inner disciple of the Baiyun Sect.
After all, Dew Condensation Grass was a rare First-Tier high-grade spirit plant.
It was a rare opportunity to come across one.
Furthermore, it was the main ingredient for a scarce pill.
If sold to an alchemist, one could make a massive profit margin in the resale.
Even if one grew it oneself, as long as it bore a single Dew Condensation Fruit, the principal cost could be recovered.
In the end, this stalk of First-Tier high-grade Dew Condensation Grass was sold for 560 low-grade spirit stones.
It was bought by a Foundation Establishment cultivator who looked like a middle-aged man.
“Thanks to your Fireball Talisman this time, we were able to leave safely without mishap.”
“Otherwise, I'm afraid we would have been forced to stay there permanently.”
“It was also because I was careless and didn't make preparations in advance, so you should take a larger share of the profit this time.”
After speaking, Wan Bao pushed 360 low-grade spirit stones in front of Ye Hao.
“Harvesting the Dew Condensation Grass and coming to the market were things I agreed to as well.”
“So it's not your fault.”
“I was the one who brought out the Fireball Talisman too, so let's still split it fifty-fifty.”
Ye Hao shook his head, dividing the pushed-over spirit stones into two equal parts.
The extra 30 stones were pushed back in front of Wan Bao.
“You're an interesting kid.”
“This is the first time I've met someone as interesting as you.”
Wan Bao looked into Ye Hao's eyes. Seeing that there was no unnatural look in the youth's eyes, he immediately understood that the other party truly thought so. Between laughter and tears, he nodded and gathered up the extra spirit stones.
“Senior Brother Wan Bao, it's still early, so I'd like to look around.”
Ye Hao thought of the vendor from whom he had previously bought the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique. He had a feeling that there were still quite a few good things on that stall.
Therefore, he wanted to check it out again this time.
“Go ahead. I'll wait for you at the market entrance.”
Wan Bao nodded.
...
“Where is the uncle?”
Ye Hao walked in that familiar direction, only to find that the vendor setting up stall there before had already been replaced.
He couldn't help looking at the current vendor—it was a woman.
She wore a deep purple cross-collar dress of spirit silk, its hem embroidered with delicate silver-thread cloud patterns. The material was light and thin, flowing like purple mist as she moved.
Her appearance was exquisitely beautiful, her skin as fair as jade, and her black hair was loosely pinned with only a purple jade hairpin.
A few loose strands hung beside her cheek, adding a touch of laziness.
This was the first time Ye Hao had ever seen such a breathtakingly beautiful female cultivator, and he couldn't help stealing a few extra glances.
Snapping back to his senses, Ye Hao remembered his goal and asked, “Sister, excuse me, has the previous owner of this stall left?”
“Are you asking about Wen Liang? He left some time ago.”
Before the woman could answer, a neighboring vendor responded.
“What a pity.”
Ye Hao felt a bit of regret that he couldn't buy good things from that vendor's stall this time.
Of course, there was good news too—he had learned that uncle's name.
The woman—namely Bai Yue.
She looked toward Ye Hao, her delicate eyes enchanting and her voice sweet and alluring. She smiled and said, “Little brother, the things on my stall aren't bad either. Why don't you take a look?”
Hearing her almost playful tone, Ye Hao's face flushed red.
He hastily bent down and looked at the items on her display counter.
“Sister, are you an alchemist?”
Looking at those bottles and jars, Ye Hao felt a stir in his heart.
Alchemists were an extremely noble profession.
As a handyman, he had no chance of ever coming into contact with them.
Even within the Baiyun Sect, alchemists were high and mighty figures.
Even becoming a pill boy was a job far out of reach for an ordinary handyman.
“Mm. Seeing that you're a Qi Refinement cultivator, this Qi Gathering Pill happens to suit you. After taking it, it speeds up spiritual energy recovery, and taking it while meditating can even increase your cultivation speed to a certain extent.”
“It even has a minor effect on breaking through bottlenecks.”
Bai Yue picked up a jade bottle from the stall.
Opening it, she poured out a brownish-tan pill, which was precisely a Qi Gathering Pill.
“Sister, how much is this Qi Gathering Pill?”
Ye Hao looked at the Qi Gathering Pill with curiosity.
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