Chapter 1647: The Small Pill Shop

Ning Tianping took Ye Yuan's last three billion savings to buy third-tier spiritual herbs.

This three billion was Ye Yuan's final capital.

Even the billions of divine essence stones in the Purple Extreme Hall had been squandered by Ye Yuan.

Now, Ye Yuan was essentially penniless.

Looking at his stall, Ye Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No wonder they didn't even ask for a commission—this stall location was almost completely ignored.

Setting up a stall was also a skill; those martial artists who frequented the market understood that those who couldn't afford the stall fee naturally had nothing good to offer.

Thus, the owners of these lowest-grade stalls were usually ignored.

Of course, with so many martial artists in the city now, the entire Tianluo Market was extremely bustling, and even the lowest-grade stalls had some foot traffic.

But Ye Yuan's stall was too remote—it could be called the lowest of the low-grade stalls.

By the time those martial artists reached the front, most had lost interest, let alone coming this far.

However, Ye Yuan didn't mind; as long as someone came, his reputation would spread.

A nearby stall owner, seeing Ye Yuan set up, greeted him out of boredom.

“Hey, brother, why did you rent this stall? Isn't that just throwing money away?”

Ye Yuan smiled and said, “It doesn't matter, as long as it's a stall.”

That stall owner, also bored to death and finally finding someone to chat with, laughed at Ye Yuan's words. “Heh, I was just as clueless as you when I rented this stall, and I haven't sold a single thing yet. Hey, what are you selling?”

Ye Yuan didn't mean to keep people at a distance and said calmly, “Pills.”

Hearing this, the stall owner looked disdainful. “I didn't know you were an alchemist! There are at least a thousand stalls selling pills outside, if not eight hundred. Who would come to this corner to buy your pills?”

Ye Yuan smiled. “My pills won't be hard to sell.”

The stall owner laughed heartily. “Kid, you won't give up until you see the coffin! You're just a three-star divine alchemist, right? There are plenty of four-star divine alchemists outside, and they also sell third-tier divine pills. No matter how good your pills are, can they compare to those of a four-star divine alchemist?”

Ye Yuan just smiled and said, “Yes, they can.”

The stall owner was speechless; he found this kid completely unreasonable.

At that moment, Ye Yuan unhurriedly put up his banner, which read “Small Pill Shop.”

What a tacky name!

The stall owner couldn't help but complain inwardly.

However, Ye Yuan didn't display his pills; he only hung a few signs at the stall.

They listed the prices for pills of difficulty levels one to nine: level one cost one billion, level nine cost thirty billion.

Seeing this price list, the nearby stall owner was utterly baffled.

Was this kid here to be funny?

A third-tier divine pill selling for thirty billion?

Are you here to rob people!

Ordinary pill shops would display some of their masterpieces to attract customers, but Ye Yuan couldn't do that.

Void Spirit Divine-grade pills were different from ordinary pills; because they were extremely pure, they were more prone to losing their potency, affecting their efficacy.

So after forming the pills, Ye Yuan sealed them with a special technique and stored them in storage rings.

These small storage rings were worthless, but the pills were extremely precious.

To display them, he would have to break the seal, thereby affecting the potency.

Thus, Ye Yuan's small stall had no items on display at all.

What he was selling were all Void Spirit Divine-grade pills!

…

“Junior师妹, these are all low-grade stalls; there's nothing good here. We've bought what we need; let's go back.”

In front of the low-grade stalls, a young man and woman were strolling.

The woman was full of enthusiasm, while the man seemed somewhat impatient.

These two were disciples of the Sword Star Alliance; the man was named Zhao Jian, and the woman was named Su Ting.

Su Ting smiled. “Senior Brother, if you're bored, go back first. I'll browse here; maybe I'll find something good?”

Zhao Jian's spirits sank. “Junior师妹, these low-grade stalls are rented by some no-name Return to Void realm martial artists; what good things could they have?”

Su Ting said, “That's not necessarily true. Didn't Third Senior Brother find a pretty good martial technique here last time? After practicing it, his strength increased greatly, as you know.”

Zhao Jian was speechless. “He was just a blind chicken finding a dead mouse.”

Su Ting smiled. “Maybe we can be blind chickens too? With so many martial artists in the city now, who knows if there's something good hidden here?”

It seemed that shopping was a woman's nature; Su Ting didn't tire and just kept strolling all the way down.

Zhao Jian had no choice but to accompany Su Ting.

He had feelings for his junior师妹, so naturally he couldn't say much.

After wandering for over an hour, logically, Zhao Jian, a half-step divine lord, shouldn't feel tired.

But his feet felt as if they had taken root, unable to lift.

“Junior师妹, see... I told you, there's nothing good here.” Zhao Jian said again as they neared the end.

Su Ting was indeed a bit disappointed; she had thought that with so many martial artists in the city, there might be some good finds, but the low-grade stalls had nothing.

But since they were almost at the end, she wasn't willing to leave just like that, so she said, “Senior Brother, I know you're the best. There are just a few stalls left; will you accompany me to see them?”

This move was quite effective; Zhao Jian's bones almost melted, and he had to nod. “Alright, alright, there aren't many left anyway.”

After checking a few more stalls, they still found nothing; even Su Ting was about to give up.

Suddenly, Su Ting looked curiously at a small stall in the farthest corner.

This stall was too remote and too small; if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't even see it.

What caught her attention was that there wasn't a single item on the stall.

“Small Pill Shop, what a tacky name! Boss, you sell pills, but why isn't there a single pill bottle?” Su Ting asked Ye Yuan curiously.

Ye Yuan said calmly, “My pills aren't easy to display. If you need any pills, you can tell me directly.”

Su Ting's eyes widened in curiosity. “There are pills that can't be displayed? Do you mean you have all kinds of pills?”

Ye Yuan nodded. “I have most of the common ones, and quite a few rare ones too. If I don't have them, I can refine them for you now; it'll take about half an hour to an hour.”

Zhao Jian, listening nearby, thought Ye Yuan was boasting too much.

He suddenly fixed his gaze on the sign Ye Yuan had hung up and exclaimed, “You're selling a third-tier divine pill for thirty billion divine essence stones? Are you robbing people?”

Ye Yuan just said calmly, “Selling at this price means the pill is worth it.”

Zhao Jian shouted, “What pill is worth thirty billion? Tell me!”