"How many Spirit Stones do you want for these Waste Pills? I'll take them all."
A voice came from behind them. Its sheer boldness made the young cultivators gathered around the stall turn their heads. The speaker was an ordinary-looking youth of around twenty.
There was nothing remarkable about him at a glance, and the young cultivators were somewhat displeased.
"You want to buy all the Waste Pills? Do you have enough Spirit Stones?"
"Exactly. You're only at the middle Spirit Movement Stage—what are you acting so cocky for? Can't you see that I'm already at the late stage?"
"Kid, you dare provoke everyone's anger? Are you looking to die?"
Hearing their accusations, Lin Xuan could not be bothered to waste words on them. He was determined to obtain the Foundation Establishment Realm Waste Pills. He cast a cold glance at the few who were making the biggest fuss.
Wherever his gaze fell, the noise abruptly stopped. The men shuddered from head to toe, like prey pinned beneath a snake's stare, cold sweat covering their foreheads.
How could this be? He was clearly only a middle Spirit Movement Stage cultivator, even weaker than them. Why did he possess such terrifying pressure?
That heart-pounding sensation vanished in an instant. The young cultivators thought they had imagined it, but they still felt somewhat wary and no longer dared to speak carelessly.
"We are purchasing pills by offering Spirit Stones. The highest bidder wins. I have no intention of forcing a purchase. If you are willing to offer a higher price, then naturally, you may buy these Waste Pills instead."
As Lin Xuan spoke, he took out twenty Spirit Stones from his Storage Bracelet. This stall owner only had one bottle of Waste Pills. Based on the effects he had described, this