Chapter 295

These pills were the eleven special pills he obtained from the storage bag of a Mag Luo Sect disciple who carried green-glow armor, seemingly enhancing blood qi; later, he acquired another four from the true disciple of the Mag Luo Sect who used the Iron Cloud Brick.

The thin man took the blood-red pill, merely sniffed it lightly beneath his nose, scraped off a bit of powder with his fingernail, placed it in his mouth to taste, then exclaimed in surprise: "Burnblood Pill—Mag Luo Sect's exclusive pill. Ingesting it burns one's essence and blood to temporarily boost blood qi or magical power, but at the cost of one's potential and lifespan. It's infamous in Yu Kingdom."

"A desperation pill—does your Spirit Goods Pavilion buy such things?" Wang Yu asked, slightly disappointed but still inquiring.

He intended to live a thousand years—he had no desire to swallow a pill that ruined his own future.

"How many do you have, Young Master Wang? If you sell them to the Spirit Goods Pavilion, each is worth a thousand spirit stones," the middle-aged man replied coolly.

"Such a high price?" Wang Yu blinked in astonishment.

"Burnblood Pills temporarily boost blood qi or magical power by thirty percent—they're life-saving in critical moments. Moreover, they're said to be refined from the essence of second-rank beast blood. Even the Mag Luo Sect itself doesn't have enough, and they never sell them externally." The man gave a brief explanation.

Hearing this, Wang Yu immediately changed his mind about selling all the Burnblood Pills. After thinking for a moment, he took out ten vials from his storage bag, each containing one Burnblood Pill, and kept five for himself.

"Excellent. Do you have any other valuable items you wish to sell? I'll settle everything for you at once," the middle-aged man said, gathering all items on the table, a faint smile on his face.

"I also have one pill and two gourds of strange toxic liquids. I hope Master Uncle can examine them," Wang Yu hesitated slightly, then pulled out a purple vial and two pale-yellow gourds from his storage bag and placed them on the table.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man showed interest and opened one gourd first, sniffing it beneath his nose. His expression changed slightly; he then pulled a pure white jade plate from his robe and gently poured a drop of ink-green liquid onto it.

"Sizzle."

The moment the white plate touched the liquid, it instantly turned into wisps of green smoke, while the plate itself turned entirely emerald green.

"Such extreme toxicity—it resembles the bodily fluid of the second-rank insect, the Greenback Scorpion. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators would find it a serious nuisance to remove. But this poison is a key auxiliary material for refining certain special pills. If you wish to sell, our pavilion will buy each gourd for two thousand five hundred spirit stones," the man said, his eyes shimmering with silver light as he stared at the liquid, his tone grave.

He then picked up the purple vial, poured out a black pill, its surface streaked with faint crimson veins and a silver medicinal pattern.

It was the unnamed pill Wang Yu had picked up from the old monk's remains in the Jialan Secret Realm's tower. The vial was made of soul-silver—clearly extraordinary—suggesting this was likely a second-rank pill that enhanced cultivation.

"This is…"

The middle-aged man took the black pill casually at first, but after glancing at it twice, his expression suddenly changed. He sniffed it, then carefully rubbed the pill's surface with his fingertips.

A sight that stunned Wang Yu appeared.

Under the man's fingers, the black surface of the pill began shedding black powder in a cascade, and in moments, a deep-blue pill emerged, its surface faintly marked with a golden medicinal pattern.

The pill had been encased in a false shell—the real pill lay hidden inside.

"Second-rank Jipin pill."

The middle-aged man let out a low, almost involuntary groan, staring fixedly at the pill in his palm.

"Second-rank. And Jipin."

Wang Yu was equally stunned.

He had never seen a pill higher than first-rank superior Enhance-Essence Pill.

"Indeed—it's a second-rank Jipin pill: Watercloud Pill. It's notoriously difficult to refine even among second-rank pills. It enhances the cultivation of water-element cultivators. A low-grade Watercloud Pill grants one year's advancement; mid-grade, three years; high-grade, ten years. As for Jipin Watercloud Pills, in the past few centuries, only one or two have been produced by a third-rank alchemist from the Dan Ding Sect in Feng Kingdom. It's said one such pill directly elevated a Foundation Establishment cultivator from early stage to mid-stage." The man murmured, gazing at the snow-white pill as if before a sacred relic.

"What? This pill can boost cultivation by so much?" Wang Yu gaped.

" Jipin pills are not ordinary pills—they're spirit pills, possible only for master alchemists. Each requires the convergence of celestial timing, terrestrial fortune, and rare destiny to form," the man said, not even glancing at Wang Yu.

"Master Uncle, are Jipin pills truly this extraordinary? Why are they called spirit pills?" Wang Yu stared at the snow-white pill in the man's hand, skeptical despite the man's extravagant claims.

"Just as weapons can develop spiritual awareness, so too can pills. When their quality reaches Jipin, they too gain spirit," the middle-aged man said slowly.

"Pills have spirit?" Wang Yu blinked, silently doubting.

At that moment, the middle-aged man suddenly tossed the blue pill onto the now-emerald plate, formed a hand seal, and cast a spell onto the plate.

The next instant—"puff!"—a faint white light barrier suddenly appeared above the green plate.

Almost simultaneously, the snow-white pill leapt into the air, bouncing wildly within the barrier, "popping and crackling," as if alive.

Wang Yu fell silent.

"No wonder it's a Jipin pill—truly brimming with spirit."

The middle-aged man clapped his hands and laughed, but then remembered something, his smile vanishing as he turned to Wang Yu:

"Young Master Wang, would you be willing to sell this Jipin pill? If so, I'll buy it personally—spirit stones are no issue. Name your price."

"I'm sorry, Master Uncle, but I have no intention of selling this pill—for now. If I ever decide to sell, I'll notify you first," Wang Yu bowed respectfully, his face filled with apology.

Clearly, the value of this Jipin Watercloud Pill far exceeded imagination—he must think carefully before deciding how to handle it.

"Young Master Wang, you cultivate Fire Spirit Art—your water element affinity must be low, correct?" The middle-aged man frowned, then asked suddenly.

"My fire element is indeed my strongest, and my water element is weak. Does that mean I can't take this Watercloud Pill?" Wang Yu sensed the man's implication and hesitated.