C10 Ling Dan

Yang Junshan had picked up a loophole from Old Li and avenged himself on being toyed with by Old Li in his previous life without Li's knowledge. Yang Junshan felt relaxed and happy at the same time.

However, after strolling around the grass market for a while, he didn't find anything that caught his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't have anything worth buying for his future plans, but that Yang Junshan didn't have much stone coins left.

The hundred over stone coins he had saved up over the years, the jade coins that Yang Tian had just given him, in addition to the hundred or so stone coins he had obtained from Zhang Huzi and the others, were all worth slightly more than 300. Just now, he had used up more than half of them.

He bought a total of sixty iron arrows from a smithy in the town. These arrows were made entirely out of black iron, and the arrows were made from fine steel. With the addition of a strong bow, they could even penetrate the skin of a high-level vicious beast at a suitable distance.

In his previous life, Yang Junshan had also bought Iron Feather Arrows here. However, because he had been extorted by Old Li San and had a lot of stone coins, he only bought a pot of thirty arrows and finished them shortly after entering the Hundred Sparrow Mountain.

Now, not only did Yang Junshan buy an extra pot, but his shooting skills had also improved a lot compared to the previous world. He also had a lot of experience in hunting, so he naturally wouldn't fall into the same predicament as in his previous life.

These 60 iron arrows cost Yang Junshan 100 stone coins, and that was when the blacksmith came to buy things for his little kid. When he asked his family's boss, Yang Junshan purposely revealed the benefits his father, Yang Tian Gang, got.

With these 60 iron arrows, Yang Junshan's Hundred Sparrow Mountain trip would be a bit more secure. However, this way, the mulberry bow that Yang Tian gave him would be a bit softer.

In fact, Yang Junshan had already felt his strength greatly increase after practicing the Mang Ox Fist Technique this morning. This feeling became even more apparent when he practiced shooting with the Sang Mu Bow.

A good bow was worth a lot of money, it was even more expensive than a hundred refined weapon. However, Yang Junshan didn't have many stone coins on him now. Let alone a good bow, he couldn't even afford a Sang Mu bow.

However, Yang Junshan knew that his father, Yang Tian Gang, had a decent bow in his hands. It was said that Yang Tian had used it when he was young, so he didn't know if he could pull it out.

After buying two pots of Iron Feathered Arrows, Yang Junshan only had 30 stone coins left on him. He reached out and touched the Rust Stone on his chest unconsciously. Unfortunately, this treasure was useless now.

After saving his pocket money for all these years, he had spent almost all of it in one day. After calculating what else he could buy with these thirty or so stone coins, he saw the herb shop on the side of Grass Market Street.

However, they were mostly made with low level spiritual herbs mixed with ordinary herbs, which had a slight effect on the initial stage of the mortal realm. At the advanced stage of the mortal realm, the cultivators established their immortal roots and were able to use immortal arts, so if there were any injuries or injuries that could not be healed by these spiritual herbs, then what the cultivators needed at that time would be pills.

However, for cultivators like Yang Junshan who hadn't even completed the first level of the Mortal Realm, this spiritual herb shop's medicinal paste that was made from a mixture of spiritual herbs and common herbs was enough to treat injuries.

35 stone coins. Once again, on account of the fact that he was a child and the little packhorse beast outside the shop, the shopkeeper gave him 4 pieces of the medicine pasted on the 10 stone coins each.

Putting the medicine in the bag on the back of the small packhorse, Yang Junshan patted his chest and finally didn't have a single stone coin left.

Looking at the color of the sky, it seemed that father still wouldn't come out of town. Yang Junshan was a little bored, so he went to the grass market, casually looking at the goods on the shops on both sides of the street while walking towards the town.

Because this was usually the gathering place of martial arts experts in Wasteland Town, whenever the grass market was in the city, there would be very few people setting up shops near the town. Those travelling merchants and rogue cultivators would not dare to pollute the eyes of martial arts experts with their trash.

However, those who actually dared to set up stalls near the government court were the wandering practitioners who were confident in their own goods. Therefore, the most boisterous place in Grass City was not around the government courthouse, but rather, the best thing in Grass City.

At this moment, Yang Junshan was squatting in front of a stall with eight or nine delicate wooden boxes, drooling over the pills inside. Not only Yang Junshan, but anyone else who passed by this stall would often stop and look at the pills inside the wooden boxes with envy.

This stall belonged to a cold looking black clothed cultivator. From the moment Yang Junshan squatted here, this cold looking cultivator had been sitting there with his eyes closed, motionless. It was clear that this cold proud cultivator was extremely confident in his own things, and completely ignored those who tried to negotiate with him.

However, in Yang Junshan's opinion, the pills sold by this cold-looking cultivator were at best spiritual pills. The pill refiners who produced these pills were only at the alchemist level, which was still a step away from being a real pill refiner.

At first, Yang Junshan thought that the cultivator in front of him gave off the impression that he was the pill refiner, but after looking at the pills in the wooden box, Yang Junshan gave up on that idea. The owner of the pill before him obviously wanted people to think that he was a pill refiner.

Even though these pills were only at the medicinal pill level, and were made by kneading the medicinal mud from the herbs with a secret method, but compared to the medicinal paste that was made from a mixture of spiritual herbs and normal medicinal herbs, these pills were much more brilliant, and some of them could even be used by a mortal cultivator like Yang Junshan.

What Yang Junshan noticed was a box of elixirs, which could be used by cultivators who had just started cultivating. This kind of elixir was helpful for Yang Junshan's cultivation.

"Is it just that ?"

The price that the arrogant cultivator had indicated on the box was actually five jade coins!

Five jade coins. Yang Junshan, looking at the selling price, felt his teeth ache, this was just an ordinary pill, a box of Spirit Summoning Pill was at most worth three jade coins. However, in this deserted town, there were many spirit farmers who would normally not even see a few pills.

Even so, Yang Junshan was still reluctant to leave the box in front of him.

That arrogant cultivator slightly closed his eyes as he looked at the youth that was squatting in front of the store and not leaving. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, carrying a trace of undetectable ridicule.

If it were anyone else, the arrogant cultivator would have already ordered him to leave with cold words, but after seeing the small packhorse behind the youth and thinking of the town's government office, he decided to wait a little longer.

And each box of pills here contained several jade coins, making it clear that the youth did not have the wealth to do so. However, looking at the small packhorse behind him, the adult of the young man's house could not be underestimated. Thinking of the nearby town, the arrogant cultivator concluded that this young man was definitely a Martial Disciple expert.

These pills were naturally extravagant to ordinary cultivators who cultivated with spiritual energy. However, if it was a Martial Disciple expert, they would be able to purchase items worth several jade coins.

In fact, this prideful cultivator guessed half right. Yang Junshan was indeed waiting for his father to come out, he also wanted to buy this box of Spirit Summoning Pills, even though the price of this box was obviously high. However, what Yang Junshan really wanted to buy was only the three pills in this box.

In his previous life, Yang Junshan had studied alchemy for some time and had also made some ordinary pills for mutual possession. He was barely half a pill maker, and the Spirit-Sobering Pill was one of the pills he had made before.

Because of this, when he saw the box of Spirit Summoning Pills, he was sure that this cultivator in front of him was not a pill refiner, because it was impossible for the pill refiners to not be able to tell that three of the ten pills in the box were not made from the medicinal paste made from herbs, but were actually made by a true pill refiner!

These three Spirit Pill were very similar to the Spirit Summoning Pill. If it wasn't for the fact that Yang Junshan was a pill refiner in his previous life and had worked hard to refine pills, he wouldn't have been able to distinguish the two so easily.

The gate of the town's government office opened, and the martial arts cultivators from Desolate Land began to walk out one after another. A ray of light flashed through the eyes of the arrogant cultivator because he saw a tall and sturdy cultivator with a packhorse beast. His appearance was somewhat similar to the youth in front of him.

Sure enough, after seeing the burly cultivator appear, the youth in front of him hastily stood up and beckoned to him with an excited expression. The Icily Arrogant Cultivator's face was filled with even more joy.

Yang Tian frowned when he saw Yang Junshan standing next to a stall selling elixirs. Before he left for the government office, he had already noticed that the price of elixirs was much higher than the actual price. Furthermore, these elixirs were not of much use to Martial Soldiers, so Yang Tian didn't intend to buy them.

"Dad, I want to buy a box of Spirit Attraction Pills!"

Compared to Yang Junshan's desire to buy a pill, Yang Tian was even more surprised that he could actually recognize a pill like the Spirit Attraction Pill. However, when he looked at the person selling the pill, Yang Tian had naturally assumed that this person had informed Yang Junshan of the pill, and had even coaxed Yang Junshan to buy his pill.

Yang Tian looked at the pills in the wooden box. The price of five jade coins was simply too high. Even a Martial Disciple cultivator wouldn't feel that it was worth it.

However, when he remembered that his son was going to the Hundred Peacock Mountain in two days, Yang Tian's heart softened for no reason. Looking at the black-clothed cultivator in front of him, Yang Tian slightly frowned and said, "It's too high!"