"Fellow Daoist, you're actually a sixth-rank alchemist?" Upon seeing the jade slip, Madam Hai was somewhat surprised and could not help giving the young male cultivator, who had spent several months with her in the refining room, another careful look.
Compared with hard-pressed artifact refiners, alchemists were far more esteemed. They also found it easier to amass wealth and were more sought after.
"Hmm... but your spirit pills are mostly lower-grade and mid-grade sixth-rank pills. None are what I need." Yet after her surprise passed, Madam Hai still politely declined Wei Tu's offer to sell his pills.
Those words were half true, half false.
As a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, lower-grade and mid-grade sixth-rank spirit pills were admittedly less effective for her than pills of the same rank, but they were not useless.
However, unlike purchasing spiritual treasure artifacts, pills were consumed directly. One had to worry more about whether their maker had tampered with them, so cultivators generally bought them only from acquaintances.
Thus, no matter how cheap and high-quality Wei Tu's pills were, she would not be tempted to buy them.
Wei Tu was not surprised to hear this. His attempt to sell pills to Madam Hai and prove that he was a sixth-rank alchemist was merely meant to lay a foundation for their future friendship.
Acquaintances all began as strangers, developing step by step.
After nodding, he ended the topic.
The two chatted for a while longer before bidding each other farewell and leaving the artifact-refining shop.
An immortal city was a place of many people and many ears.
To prevent anyone from spying on him, Wei Tu returned to the cave abode he had rented in Southern Bright Market and attempted to repair the Little Monkey Puppet he had seized from Lingyan Heavenly Palace.
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