The man was shocked when he heard this and said, "You..." He glared at Jiang Su fiercely and turned around to leave.
He had never seen a hawker talk like this. Even though he had a good temper, he would not accept this medical practitioner's attitude.
At this time, another man behind him who looked very calm tugged on his sleeve and gave him a look.
Secret voice transmission? Oh, aren't you afraid that I will steal your money?
"Junior brother, the quality of this Jingxin Pill is extraordinary, buy it."
"But its price is too high. The most expensive ordinary Jingxin Pill is only ten yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. And senior brother, you saw the attitude of this medical practitioner. If it were anyone else, you wouldn't be able to overthrow her."
"But hers is of excellent quality, and it must be different from the previous Jingxin Pills. And I have a hunch that this one can control your unstable Taoist mind."
"This...but she is just a foundation-building medical practitioner, and her alchemy method must be no more than...my Taoist heart is in danger now, how can it be cured by it?"
"Junior brother, listen to my brother's advice and buy it. You have also bought Jindan Qi Danxiu's Jingxin Pill, but the quality is not as good as it."
When the male cultivator heard this, his heart became fierce. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and said loudly to Jiang Su: "Twenty low-grade spiritual stones, here you go."
He quickly took out the spirit stone from the money bag at his waist and handed it to Jiang Su. His face was full of heartache, and he put away the wooden box of Jingxin Pills in an instant and left.
Jiang Su stared at his back and narrowed his eyes slightly. "He has a good temper and is not suspicious. He is probably sick. I have never seen a swordsman who didn't draw his sword when provoked."
The monks who were watching saw that the stall owner said that there were still people willing to buy the elixir, and they became curious and came over.
A group of people squatted beside Jiang Su's stall, dancing and talking about the elixirs on the ground.
"Indeed, I have never seen anything like this before. It's crystal clear. I want it!" The male cultivator placed the spiritual stone in front of Jiang Su with a clatter, stood up and left.
"The quality of this spiritual storage elixir is also good. It looks like a pearl. Stall owner, I bought this elixir and will give you the spiritual stone." A female cultivator also threw out the spiritual stone boldly.
After a long while, almost a dozen more powerful version of Jingxin Pills were sold one after another. It was expected that three or four hundred spiritual stones would be received today. A small pile of spiritual stones was laid out in front of Jiang Su.
She made a lot of money during her sleep.
The girl lowered her head and silently looked at the pile of spiritual stones in front of her, and whispered to herself: "Do these people just like to listen to Chong? Why do they still buy my words when I say something so irritating? Is it possible that in the world of cultivation now, the average person in the world can hold a boat?
Level?"
She had never seen these people so open-minded before when she was selling medicine. But she was not stupid, she would definitely want the money that was given to her. Jiang Su stretched out her hand and flicked her sleeves, and all the spiritual stones were pocketed.
It was almost sunset, and most of the medicines on the stall were sold, but there were no patients left, but this was what he expected.
The people of Hongfeng Town are influenced by the Shifang Sect, the largest sect in the southern region. They also like to keep in good health on weekdays, and practice some precious life all-shaped miscellaneous exercises to recuperate the body. It is similar to Tai Chi and Baduan Jin in the previous life, although it is not as good as physical cultivation.
It's a powerful technique, but it's enough for ordinary people who can't bring Qi into their bodies.
Moreover, Jiang Su knew very well that all the eight hundred doctors and practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine were sitting in the medical clinic, with both hands only handling cases and writing. How many medical practitioners could treat people like him on the wall in the street.
"It can only be said that others are not discerning and do not recognize that I, Jiang Su, am a pearl."
When things happen, blame others more and reflect less on yourself. Instead of consuming yourself internally, it is better to consume others externally. Business is not good today. When someone discovers that my Jingxin Pill is a newly created prescription, I don’t know what will happen.
It was getting dark, Jiang Su held the cover in his hand, lifted the medicine box and carried it on his side. After packing up his things, he fluttered his clothes with his hands and straightened himself out.
Her steps were slow and her mood was quite comfortable.
I haven't gone to Zhiwei for a spiritual meal in quite some time, especially since my parents went on a trip to the mountains three years ago. They didn't leave half of the spiritual stone for me. Instead, they left some spiritual weapons and runes for self-protection.
Those things are hard to come by, so selling them is not as good as saving your own life. What's more, she can't understand the world of cultivation now.
"I'm growing taller. I'll listen to my little senior sister's advice and eat a meal. If we meet again tomorrow, my little senior sister will praise me."
Jiang Sum licked her dry and wrinkled lips happily, and even the soreness felt like the sweet and sour taste of honey.
Zhiwei is the largest restaurant chain in the world of cultivation. It employs chefs who specialize in cooking. Some stores even have chefs with Jindan cultivation level and above.
The ingredients used are all spiritual herbs and spiritual animals, which are real delicacies on a jade plate. Monks can quickly replenish their spiritual energy after eating them, and some delicacies with a bowl of tens of thousands of spiritual stones can even improve their cultivation.
At this time, Jiang Su was sitting in the lobby of Zhiwei, listening to the storyteller talk about the recent big news in the world of cultivation.
"I wonder if you have heard of something recently. The Wujian Sect in the Eastern Region was massacred by a man named Fang Zhe with a crazy sword last month."
As soon as the storyteller's voice fell, the listeners downstairs took a deep breath. Seeing the listeners' reactions, the storyteller was quite satisfied, so he simply continued talking without giving up.
"I heard from the monks who rushed nearby that the Wujian Sect is like a living hell.
A human wall of bones and trees, a sea of blood and a mountain of knives. The corpses were piled up into a hill, and the white bones were densely covered on the corpse mountain like trees. Under the moonlight, people would have thought it was a mountain of treasure. That blood spread throughout the Wujian Sect.
The appearance of the eighteenth level of purgatory after it dried up completely scared most of the surrounding sect disciples."
"This Wujian Sect can be regarded as a large sect in the Eastern Region that refines weapons and performs swordsmanship. It has hundreds of disciples, but now they all died tragically in one day, quietly. Can you guess who is responsible for this?"
Many monks in the hall were dumbfounded, and a pair of chopsticks in some people's hands fell to the ground as the storyteller asked.
After a while, everyone began to discuss in whispers: "Did the Wujian Cult offend someone? This is the revenge of the sect."
"Could it be that they did some forbidden magic on their own and reaped the consequences?"
"No way, I have bought the magical tools of the Wujian Sect many times, but they are not ordinary ones. They probably won't follow any heretical ways. They probably just encountered enemies."
Seeing everyone talking, the storyteller Xingmu clapped his hands, cleared his throat, and in a longer tone revealed the answer: "It was their young master, Fang Zhe, who did it." His voice was rich and resonant, and everyone in the audience was attracted by this big voice.
Gua Zhen was in a daze for a moment.
"What???" Upon hearing this, a physical cultivator smashed the table in front of him on the spot.
"How is it possible? Is it their young master?"
"It turned out to be an internal conflict. This young master is so cruel that he slaughtered his whole family. I don't know if he has gone crazy."
Jiang Su had always been very calm, and didn't even put down the chopsticks in his hands. He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
The storyteller continued, "This Fang Zhe killed his father, mother, and master. He cut off all his relatives. I don't know if he is possessed by a demon. You monks should be careful when going out in the future."
This time, the girl who was holding the saltwater duck's entrance was slightly startled and frowned.
Repeated in a low voice: "Be possessed by a demon... a demon cultivator?"