The shopkeeper was an old man with white beard and hair. Hearing the waiter's call, he came over quickly and said, "Who wants so many rare medicinal materials?"
"us."
Liu Qianqian said.
The shopkeeper looked at the two of them up and down, showing disappointment.
In his opinion, someone who can buy so many rare medicinal materials must be a powerful alchemist. He also wanted to get close to him, but who would have thought that it turned out to be two young people.
These two people are young and definitely don't have that kind of alchemy ability.
"If you two want to learn alchemy, there is no need to use such precious medicinal materials, just use some ordinary medicinal materials."
The shopkeeper kindly advised me.
"No need to say much, just bring the medicinal ingredients."
Yang Yifei said lightly.
The shopkeeper had no choice but to order the waiter to bring over the medicinal materials and said: "A total of eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
"So expensive?"
Liu Qianqian exclaimed.
In the fairy world, ordinary people are not allowed to own spiritual stones privately. They must hand in the spiritual stones they obtain, and they can be exchanged for gold and silver at various immortal sects.
According to the unified exchange rate of all major immortal sects, one low-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver, and eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged for eighty thousand taels of silver.
The entire Liu family's annual income was only two to three hundred thousand taels of silver, and one-third of it was lost this time.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "These are precious things.
You see, this dragon bamboo fruit is a hundred years old, and this purple ginseng is also hundreds of years old, and they are all wild. This is the only one in our shop.
I need eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones from you, which is really not much."
Liu Qianqian immediately clicked her tongue.
Yang Yifei nodded slightly.
Although these things are not as precious as jade lotus seeds, they are better because of their age.
After all, the Little Fairyland is just a secret realm in the cave, not a real world, and its output is limited.
After 45,000 years of searching, decent spiritual grass and spiritual fruits have long been occupied by the major immortal sects. It is already very good that these ordinary medicinal materials shops can have wild medicinal materials of this age.
“The price is not very expensive.
However, we don’t have that many spiritual stones.”
Yang Yifei said.
He has never been looking for spiritual stones, and he only has dozens of them on hand now, which he just got from Boss Tan and his group.
Before the shopkeeper could speak, a sneer came from beside him: "No money?
I don’t have money to buy any medicinal materials.
Shopkeeper, I want that purple ginseng."
The speaker was a middle-aged man, wearing a Wanshan sect robe, with a big belly, his hands behind his back, and his nostrils pointing upward.
Yang Yifei glanced at it and ignored it.
This kind of thing is not worthy of him at all.
The shopkeeper said quickly: "It turns out to be Master Qi."
He was a little embarrassed: "These two little friends came first..." Master Qi Xian said disdainfully: "They have no money, why are you two poor guys talking to them?"
"You are the poor one."
Liu Qianqian said angrily.
Immortal Master Qi's eyes lit up and he said: "You don't even have eight hundred spirit stones, so you have no future following him.
How about you follow me and become a bed-warming maid, and I will let you eat delicious food, drink spicy food, and buy whatever you want?"
"You..." Liu Qianqian was furious.
A disciple from an unknown sect actually wanted to take her as a maid.
"Don't be ignorant of praise. Master Qi Xian is the alchemy master of Wanshan Sect. He is a master who can refine third-grade elixirs. His status is as high as that of the city lord. You are lucky to see you."
"that is.
How many people want to warm Master Qi's bed, but Master Qi doesn't even look down on them."
"What's the benefit of following this poor boy? It's better to have a future with Master Qi..." the onlookers said one after another.
Master Qi Xian clasped his hands behind his back with a proud look on his face.
Yang Yifei said disdainfully: "I can only refine a third-grade elixir. I'm not even a middle-grade alchemist. I'm a loser. How dare I go out to meet people?"
Wow... Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.
"This boy is so brave, he didn't even give Master Qi any face."
"You actually said that the alchemist who refined the third-grade elixir is useless. Where does this kid get the confidence?"
Everyone said one after another that they were all incredible.
Let’s not talk about Master Qi being a disciple of the Wanshan Sect, and how high the status of a disciple of the Wanshan Sect is. Let’s just say that he is an alchemist who can refine third-grade elixirs. Even if he is not a disciple of any immortal sect, no matter who he is,
Give him three cents of face.
There is no other reason. Immortal cultivators can do without spiritual weapons or territory, but they cannot lack elixirs.
Pills are needed for cultivation, pills are needed for healing, and pills are even needed for breaking through realms.
The cultivation process of immortal cultivators is a process accompanied by elixirs.
Even though Immortal Qi can only refine third-grade elixirs at best, and is not even a middle-grade alchemist, his status is not low in the small fairy world where alchemists are extremely rare. Within the Wanshan Sect, he can compete with the ones from Chixiao City.
The city lord sat on an equal footing.
Otherwise, Xiang Rong, the ancestor of the previously reclusive Xiang family, would not have been rewarded by the Baicao Sect Master for refining a fourth-grade elixir and becoming a middle-grade alchemist, nor would he have been nearly frightened to death because Shen Xiao had refined a seventh-grade elixir.
Therefore, when Yang Yifei said that Master Qi was a loser and should not go out, he immediately became angry.
"Boy, do you dare to underestimate me?"
Master Qi Xian gritted his teeth and had a fat face. His eyes were originally small, but because of his anger, they were even more crowded and could not see. He shouted: "Tell me who your master is. I want to see who can teach such a disciple."
, how dare you humiliate me like this."
In his opinion, Yang Yifei and the two people who came to buy medicinal materials must be used to make elixirs, and since they are so young, they must not be alchemists, only their masters.
Yang Yifei snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "No need to test, I buy the medicinal materials and make the elixir myself.
Oh, I said you are a waste, I did not humiliate you, I just told the truth."
"Oh, yeah, I'm so angry."
Master Qi Xian was originally a petty person. Normally, because of his status as a disciple of the Wanshan Sect and an alchemist, no one would dare to offend him. But now that Yang Yifei said this, how could he stand the anger and shouted loudly: "Boy, you are so brave.
Do you dare to compete with me?"
Yang Yifei said lightly: "You don't deserve it."
Immortal Master Qi was furious.
Others were also in an uproar.
"Who is this kid? How dare he say such big things?"
"Even Master Qi is not worthy to compete with him. Is it possible that he is a master of alchemy and has good looks, so he looks young?"
Some people speculate.
In the fairy world, you should not judge people by their appearance. Many people look young, but in fact they are old people who have lived hundreds of years.
In particular, many alchemists will refine elixirs for themselves to extend their lives and make them look younger.
"Damn it, I can't even recognize him. He's not Mr. Fei. He just killed several guards in the city lord's palace. How come he got into trouble with Master Qi again?
Could it be that he and the Wanshan Sect are naturally at odds with each other?"
Someone recognized Yang Yifei's identity and exclaimed.
"It's Mr. Fei!"
"I never heard that Mr. Fei can make elixirs."
"That's why he didn't dare accept Master Qi's challenge."