Chapter 594: Trading

Aaron continued to browse the "Heavenly Talisman Pavilion," "Qingdan Workshop," and "Refining Fire Furnace"... his expression growing increasingly grave.

"Most supplies have risen in price, with Magic Tools and Spirit Talismans rising the most sharply... Cultivation techniques have begun to depreciate... As for Spirit Pills? Pills for healing and restoring Dharma Power are also rising in price... As for Spirit Pills that increase cultivation? They have always been that expensive!"

Aaron made a comparison in his heart, and immediately felt a sense of a storm about to break.

"Buy and sell immediately, then leave. Otherwise, if I get dragged into this, I'll be too innocent... With my set of Low-grade Magical Artifacts, I'll be at a fatal disadvantage if I have to fight..."

He showed no sign of anything unusual on his face and walked into the "Qingdan Workshop" again.

The shop assistant responsible for receiving guests saw the customer who had only asked and not bought earlier return after a lap. Although he rolled his eyes in his heart, the other party's cultivation of Qi Refining Great Perfection was far higher than his own Qi Refining Early Stage, so he immediately put on the brightest, sunniest smile: "This guest, what would you like?"

"Selling medicine! Call out someone who can identify Spirit Medicine!" Aaron said, his dark face showing no expression.

"Purple Gold Vine... not bad, not bad. It's a pity there is only one. How about fifteen Low-grade Spirit Stones?"

And when he saw the amber-like wine, which seemed as if one could pick out threads with chopsticks, he was even more stunned.

The assistant immediately went to the back to call someone.

After seeing Aaron nod, he turned his attention back to the porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, and his eyes lit up: "Huiyuan Wine? No... Huiyuan Wine should be pure in color, like a mountain stream. How could it have this amber-like viscosity and color? Could it be... aged vintage?"

As the wine was poured, the rich aroma of the wine overflowed, and even the assistant next to him couldn't help but stretch his neck and swallow his saliva.

A master at Qi Refining Perfection is a core combat force wherever they are placed.

"One Spirit Fish, the preservation is still quite complete... but this workshop is not skilled at refining pills from Monster Beast flesh. How about twenty-five Spirit Stones, sir?"

"Recruiting secretly, they are clearly avoiding the Dongmen Family... It's obvious who they want to target without even asking!"

In the end, he disposed of all the trade goods he brought this time, gaining nearly one hundred and fifty Spirit Stones.

"But now the price of Magic Tools is skyrocketing, buying two pieces is barely enough..."

But Aaron was already a cultivator at Qi Refining Great Perfection; there were few left who dared to plot against him.

Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous feeling began to diffuse.

"Then what is the price?" Aaron asked with a grin.

"Fellow Daoist, please do not misunderstand. How would this old man dare to make a move within the market?" Wu Qiantong felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly waved his hands: "I just saw that the Fellow Daoist has profound cultivation and wanted to ask if you are a Loose Cultivator and if you are willing to accept employment?"

Aaron waved his hand, laughing inwardly, knowing he had met an old drunkard.

Immortal Cultivators have plenty of spare time, and there are many who enjoy the pleasures of the palate; it is not strange to encounter one here.

"Please!"

Not long after, an old man wearing a grey-yellow robe walked out, cupped his hands in a salute: "This old man is Wu Qiantong. May I ask your great name, sir?"

"So it is Fellow Daoist Ye. I wonder what kind of transaction you wish to make with our Qingdan Workshop?" Wu Qiantong smiled and invited Aaron to sit, and the assistant immediately brought Spirit Tea.

Wu Qiantong opened a box and saw a bright red Spirit Ginseng inside, and couldn't help but stroke his beard: "Danhong Ginseng, the quality is complete, hmm... it looks like it should have over seventy years of medicinal potency, which is quite good. This workshop can offer ten Low-grade Spirit Stones for one. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Ye?"

Before long, the batch of medicinal materials Aaron brought sold for the 'high price' of about one hundred Spirit Stones!

For a cultivator at the Qi Refining Early or Mid Stage, this is wealth that would definitely invite a fatal disaster.

Aaron had long asked other stalls and knew that this price was fair, so he couldn't help but nod.

"Good wine, good wine."

"Black Marrow Ganoderma, eight Spirit Stones per stalk, five stalks in total... forty Low-grade Spirit Stones."

"Can."

"Agreed."

Aaron realized, but shook his head and refused without thinking: "Sorry... I am used to being a lone wolf and do not like to risk my life for others."

"Dongmen Clan... Dongmen Xue..."

But after Aaron walked out of the "Qingdan Workshop," he suddenly sneered.

This person was also a genius with Dual Spirit Root back then, but unfortunately, after Foundation Establishment, he was distracted by family affairs, and the Dongmen Family provided very little help for Foundation Establishment.

"If this is the price, I might as well take it back and drink it myself." Aaron frowned.

"This is the market price!" Wu Qiantong seemed to have recovered his shrewd merchant nature and continued: "However, I can personally purchase this batch of Spirit Wine privately. How about three—no, four Spirit Stones per bottle?"

The two of them drank tea while bargaining.

At this time, Wu Qiantong waved his hand, let the assistant step down, and even closed the door.

Aaron complained in his heart and reported a name: "Ye Fei!"

And those who have the ability do not look down upon this mere wealth of one hundred Spirit Stones.

His mouth was very tight; since Aaron did not agree, he did not reveal anything about the inside story of the mission.

Aaron counted the Spirit Stones one by one, put them back into his Storage Bag, and prepared to leave.

"That is truly a pity..." Wu Qiantong shook his head, but did not try to persuade him further, and respectfully sent Aaron away.

Aaron did not say much, stroked his Storage Bag, and several boxes were placed on the table.

While complaining in his heart, Aaron continued to take out several white jade porcelain bottles and the corpse of the Red Blood Carp King from his Storage Bag.

Wu Qiantong stroked his beard and said.

Aaron thought for a moment and finally nodded: "Good!"

Wu Qiantong immediately took out a small white jade wine cup and poured himself half a cup.

Wu Qiantong couldn't wait to take a small sip, as if savoring it: "It has the effect of restoring Dharma Power, it is indeed Huiyuan Wine, cellar-aged for at least sixty years... To talk about restoring Dharma Power, this workshop's 'Huiyuan Pill' is the best, but this wine aged for sixty years is truly, truly... an endless aftertaste!"

"The world is dangerous; I never leave my own name."

"Please wait a moment..."

"This is a small part of my seventy-plus years of hard work, it's really a bit of a loss..."

Wu Qiantong was silent for a moment, and only spoke after a long time: "This small bottle of wine has an effect similar to the Huiyuan Pill. The price of our workshop's Huiyuan Pill was originally one Spirit Stone per pill, but now it sells for two Spirit Stones per pill..."

Speaking of this, Wu Qiantong's index finger moved inadvertently: "May I have a taste?"

"What does the Fellow Daoist mean by this?"

"If it were before, with such a large sum of Spirit Stones in my hand, I could fully afford to buy three Mid-grade Magical Tools—one for attack, one for defense, and one for movement... instantly making up for my combat shortcomings."

It is said that even now, he is still lingering at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, which can be considered a waste of potential.

The cultivation geniuses of the family are often like this.

(End of this chapter)