Chapter 150

Taihe Market, Dongjie. Su Fan stood in front of a building that looked very imposing, looking at the cultivators coming in and out, and decided in his heart that it would be this one.

"Demon-Suppressing Pavilion!" A shop selling spirit pills.

Of course, Su Fan came here not to buy spirit pills. All his spirit stones were used to buy Qian-sui rice before, and only a few spirit stones were left.

He came here to see if he could sell Bigu Pills.

Half a month ago, he refined all the Qian-sui rice he bought before into Bigu Pills. He refined twenty-two furnaces and refined a total of ninety-two Bigu Pills.

The cost of buying materials for refining Bigu Pills was fifty spirit stones. If calculated at the market price of one spirit stone per Bigu Pill, then there would be ninety-two spirit stones, and he could earn forty-two spirit stones.

In half a month, twenty-two furnaces, he only spent six or seven days, and he only spent four or five hours a day.

Walking into this Demon-Suppressing Pavilion, he found that the first-floor hall was not small, and the glass counter occupied one-third of the space, with various porcelain bottles or brocade boxes placed inside.

After Su Fan went in, there were not many people inside, only three or five left.

Su Fan stepped forward, and a young man who looked like a servant came up to greet him.

The servant in green was also a cultivator, but Su Fan scanned him and found that he was only at the second layer of Qi Refining.

"This senior, is there anything you need?"

The servant asked respectfully, regardless of Su Fan's cultivation, just calling him senior.

"Does your shop accept spirit pills?"

Su Fan wore a mask and changed his voice, pretending to ask coldly.

"Senior wants to sell spirit pills?"

"I have to ask the shopkeeper, please wait a moment, senior." After the servant was stunned, he immediately responded.

"Good!"

After getting Su Fan's reply, the servant immediately walked towards the back door of the living room.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe came out behind the servant. The man was somewhat fat, and his general-like belly shook as he walked. His fat face carried that professional smile, like a Maitreya Buddha.

His two small eyes were almost narrowed into a line.

"This fellow Daoist wants to sell spirit pills. I don't know what spirit pills you are selling?"

"Fellow Daoist, does this shop not accept Tier 1 low-grade spirit pills?"

The shopkeeper looked at Su Fan and said with a smile.

"Hmm!"

Su Fan suddenly frowned. Just now he felt a divine sense scanning him unscrupulously, clearly the other party was peeping at his cultivation.

His heart turned cold.

In the world of immortal cultivation, such situations are rare. Few people will use divine sense to peep at others unscrupulously. This is extremely impolite and sometimes even triggers conflicts.

Clearly, this shopkeeper is so unscrupulous because he has enough confidence.

Indeed, being able to open such a large shop on Dongjie, the power behind it must be very large, at least a Foundation Establishment family, and not an ordinary Foundation Establishment family.

You know, in this Taihe Market, in the entire Yu County, only the Liu and Wang families opened a shop here. The other three families did not have this power.

He was unhappy in his heart, but did not show it.

"I have some Bigu Pills here. I don't know if the shopkeeper has any intention to accept them?" Su Fan said in a cold voice.

"Oh! Bigu Pills. Is the fellow Daoist an alchemist?"

A trace of disappointment flashed across the fat face, and the fat shopkeeper then asked curiously.

"Does the shopkeeper need to see if the other party is an alchemist when accepting spirit pills?"

Su Fan made an unhappy tone.

"That's certainly not the case, just curious." The fat shopkeeper apologized repeatedly, but his eyes kept sizing up Su Fan.

"Then I don't know if your shop accepts Bigu Pills or not. If not, I will go to the next one."

"Accept, accept, of course accept."

Seeming to feel Su Fan's impatience, the fat shopkeeper quickly said with an apologetic tone.

"I don't know how many Bigu Pills the fellow Daoist has?"

Su Fan heard this and did not speak. With a wave of his hand, nine white porcelain bottles appeared on the counter next to them.

"There are ninety Bigu Pills here. Shopkeeper, how much do you think they are worth?"

Ninety Bigu Pills naturally did not catch the shopkeeper's eye. The accounts he entered and exited every day had thousands, or even thousands of spirit stones. This was only worth ninety spirit stones.

He was more curious about whether this person was an alchemist. This person was at the seventh layer of Qi Refining. If he was an alchemist and these Bigu Pills were refined by him, that would be different.

Although the other party wore a mask and could not see his age, he saw the hand the other party stretched out just now very clearly, and it was very young. Based on his experience, he was no more than thirty years old.

Being a Tier 1 mid-grade alchemist at such a young age, the potential is certainly not bad. Although there is no shortage of alchemists behind their shop.

But if he can befriend a potential alchemist, it is naturally a good thing for him personally.

"Seventy."

Although he had many thoughts in his heart, he shouted the lowest price in his mouth.

"Hehe! Is the shopkeeper bullying me for not knowing the market? This Bigu Pill is worth one spirit stone each. Even if you sell nearly a hundred pills at once, it is impossible to drop so much."

"Since the shopkeeper has no sincerity, then goodbye."

Su Fan put away the Bigu Pills very simply. This fat man is really black enough. Although he knows that some shops will definitely be very low when accepting spirit pills, such a black one makes people surprisingly angry.

Seventy pieces. If it were some alchemists who had just broken through to Tier 1 mid-grade, they would really not make money.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist, don't rush to leave?"

"Then tell me how much?" The fat man saw Su Fan's simple actions and quickly smiled and pulled Su Fan.

Su Fan naturally would not really leave. Anyway, it is asking for a sky-high price and paying back on the spot.

"I know the rules of some of your shops. The market price of Bigu Pills is one spirit stone each. I only want eighty-five. You still have a certain profit."

Su Fan said indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist is joking. It is true that Bigu Pills are worth one spirit stone, but we open a shop, and the rental cost here is very high, so seventy-five low-grade spirit stones."

The fat shopkeeper squeezed his small eyes.

"Eighty-two."

Su Fan pretended to grit his teeth and said fiercely.

"Seventy-eight."

The two kept bargaining like this, and finally reached an opinion: eighty spirit stones. Su Fan sold these Bigu Pills.

"Fellow Daoist Su, if you have any spirit pills in the future, just come over. This shop will definitely give you the fairest price."

Su Fan left, and the fat shopkeeper laughed and called from behind.

"Hehe!"

Su Fan sneered and left without saying a word. He didn't believe a word of what these shops said. Losing ten spirit stones of profit all at once made Su Fan naturally a bit unhappy.

But he didn't want to set up a stall. It was too troublesome. He knew that loose cultivators couldn't buy all ninety of his Bigu Pills at once.

Buying one by one, and then nagging with those loose cultivators, was even more troublesome, and might even attract the peeping of some people.

So he finally chose to sell directly to the shop. Although the price was lower, it was faster to sell.

"Shopkeeper, are you very optimistic about him?" The fat shopkeeper was still looking at the direction Su Fan left, and another servant suddenly walked over and asked curiously.

"The price offered this time is higher than before."

"Hmm! This child cannot be underestimated." The fat shopkeeper pondered and said. Just now he felt a trace of threat from the other party, which surprised him. He is a cultivator at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

What is the Great Perfection of Qi Refining? It is the ninth layer of Qi Refining. He took the Foundation Establishment Pill, but failed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, but his magic power increased, and his cultivation reached the tenth layer of Qi Refining.

This is the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. Although this Great Perfection of Qi Refining means failure, these people are much more powerful than cultivators at the ninth layer of Qi Refining.

After all, he experienced a Foundation Establishment. Although he didn't break through, his divine sense and magic power were quenched once, which is always half a level higher than Qi Refining cultivators.

The other party is only at the seventh layer of Qi Refining, and he can give him a dangerous feeling. How can he not be surprised?

"Then should we send someone to follow?" The servant said.

"Hmm! Meddlesome!"

The fat shopkeeper suddenly looked at the servant sharply, and then left indifferently.

This sudden action also stunned the servant, who quickly followed and apologized repeatedly.