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Ning Yue is extremely sensitive to things like gazes.

She turned her head subtly—

The old man was craning his neck to look at Ning Yue's stall.

Every now and then, he would twitch his nostrils and let out a laugh or two.

Ning Yue: "..."

Ning Yue stopped keeping a straight face and stared at the old man openly.

After the old man met her gaze, instead of stopping while he was ahead, he actually intensified his actions.

"You won't do well, young lady," the old man said. "If you set up your stall next to me, you definitely won't sell a single one today."

Ning Yue: "What? There are special care benefits for the elderly?"

The old man hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"What I mean is, with my precious pills as a precedent, no one will even bother to look at yours."

He spoke with such confidence that it was as if he was implying the pills Ning Yue sold were of poor quality and no one would want them.

Ning Yue glanced sideways at his stall—

His bottle wasn't very airtight, and a faint smell could be detected.

Ning Yue, the only Heavenly-level alchemist in the area who has refined Heavenly-level pills—

Although I don't have much practical experience, having only refined pills two or three times in total, I still understand the most basic pill-making grades.

The pills on the old man's stall were all of intermediate grade.

Ning Yue was quite surprised.

After all, even the pills in the shops around here are mostly low-grade pills, with only a small portion being mid-grade pills.

His entire pile was filled with intermediate-grade pills; he didn't have a single low-grade pill.

Its reserves are roughly equivalent to the combined reserves of three or four stores.

If it were someone else standing next to the old man today, they probably would have done just as he said.

Not a single pill was sold today.

Unfortunately, Ning Yue was sitting next to him today.

More and more guests were seen surrounding the old man.

His stall was quickly surrounded by a large crowd.

It seems the old man has been selling here for quite some time; customers simply choose what they need, pay, and leave.

As the old man sold the pills, he looked at Ning Yue smugly and tried to persuade her.

"Listen to me, go find somewhere else to sell it."

Ning Yue waved his hand casually: "I'm a rather lazy person, it's too much trouble to find another place, I'll just sit here."

Upon hearing this, the old man gave a dismissive look and continued happily collecting the money.

When there were fewer people around, Ning Yue would occasionally chat with him for a bit.

"Did you refine all these intermediate-level pills yourself?"

The old man glanced at him and said, "Not bad, you can tell these are all mid-grade pills."

Ning Yue was speechless: "...Isn't this the most basic thing?"

The old man said smugly to himself, "All of these on the stall were made by me by myself."

There were probably thirty or forty pills in total.

That's a pretty impressive number.

Ning Yue is the only Heavenly-level alchemist in the cultivation world.

Although the news had spread throughout the cultivation world, very few people had actually seen Ning Yue's true face.

There are only two Earth-level alchemists: Immortal Venerable Ziyang and Immortal Venerable Qingxuan.

There are currently no advanced alchemists.

There were fifteen intermediate-level alchemists—the old man was probably one of them.

Ning Yue watched as the old man happily collected the money, and one customer after another came and went.

However, no one ever looked at Ning Yue's stall from beginning to end.

Firstly, Ning Yue is young.

At such a young age, even the most talented person could only refine low-level pills.

Secondly, there are elderly people present.

They all bought it because of him, and didn't want to look at Ning Yue at all.

Ning Yue was quite curious: "You're selling so many mid-grade pills, and all your customers are being snatched up. Aren't the surrounding shops saying anything?"

The old man asked curiously, "What could they possibly say? Even many of the intermediate-grade pills in their shop were bought from me."

Ning Yue: "..."

"oh."

"Besides..." the old man said leisurely, "if I'm unwilling to sell to them, they won't have any intermediate-grade pills to sell."

The old man's stall is still thriving.

Intermediate-grade pills are quite expensive; each one costs at least one hundred high-grade spirit stones.

As a result, those who come to the old man to buy things are all people who have plenty of money.

Soon there was hardly anything left on his stall.

Ning Yue's stall still had three lonely bottles.

The old man felt a pang of pity.

He tugged at Ning Yue's blanket a couple of times, then snuggled it next to his own.

He said to Ning Yue, "Forget it, I'm a good person, and the old man still has a good reputation, so I can let you benefit from it and buy some."

Before Ning Yue could react, he had already reached out to take Ning Yue's porcelain bottle.

"Oh..." the old man chuckled, touching the bottle. "Using such a fine bottle to store your pills?"

"Sigh—" Ning Yue reached out to take it back.

The old man dodged: "Alright, you don't give a hint of anything. How are people supposed to buy anything? Shouldn't people be allowed to check the quality before buying?"

"No—" Ning Yue reached out again.

Unexpectedly, the old man was agile and easily dodged her, reaching out to pull out the cork from the porcelain bottle.

"It's alright, even if your pills aren't low-grade, I can still help you sell them—"

The stopper was opened, and abundant spiritual energy immediately surged out of the porcelain bottle, instantly enveloping the area in the aura of a high-grade elixir.

"...Sold."

The old man's expression was blank; he held the bottle in his hand, motionless.

Only the nostrils twitched incredibly slightly.

—A full three high-grade pills!

Ning Yue sighed and withdrew his hand.

That's what she's afraid of, because it's quite a shock to people.

look--

A living example.

The old man stiffly twisted his neck, looking at the little girl sitting next to him with such seriousness for the first time.

Ning Yue opened her innocent doe eyes and looked up at him.

The old man swallowed hard and asked, "Could it be... perhaps... that it shouldn't be possible...?"

Ning Yue stared at him, muttering to himself for a long time without being able to speak. Finally, she could no longer bear it and spoke up.

"That's right, this is what I made."

Old man: "...Haha, how could that be?"

Ning Yue countered, showing him the pill's seal: "—How is that impossible?"

Old man: "..."

……

...

Ning Yue came here today specifically to sell pills.

After uncorking the porcelain bottle, she deftly removed the stoppers from the remaining two pills as well.

A refreshing burst of spiritual energy and the unique aroma of medicinal pills wafted towards me—

Ning Yue counted, and it was less than three seconds.

Her and the old man's stall were surrounded by people.

Because the aura of high-grade pills is simply too strong!

Not only did cultivators who sensed the aura come to investigate, but also nearby shop owners who were the first to smell it.

They all rushed here.

"Young lady, are these pills yours?" Someone was squeezed out from between the legs of the others.

Ning Yue: "..."

"How could that be!" someone retorted. "It must have been made by Elder Yuan Chen—"

"Sir! My family has a business relationship with you! Please sell to me first!"

"Get out of my way! My family also has dealings with Mr. Yuan Chen!"

The old man, Yuan Chen, looked somewhat embarrassed as he watched the people rushing to reach out to him.

"Gentlemen—"

He shouted.

Out of respect for the advanced alchemist, the noisy crowd around them immediately quieted down.

"To be honest, these three high-grade pills belong to the young friend next to me."

He stretched out his hand towards Ning Yue—

"..."

The incredulous gazes of the crowd shifted to Ning Yue.

Ning Yue sat obediently on the stall, with three porcelain bottles neatly arranged in front of him, their mouths gushing with rich medicinal spiritual energy.

She pointed and said, "Fifty thousand high-grade spirit stones, want to buy it?"