Yang Shi turned around and saw a towering, brawny man over two meters tall, his entire body packed with enormous muscles, imposing and majestic.
That body was simply too powerful. Even Yang Shi could not help but be startled.
He felt that even his body, superior to that of an ordinary Innate Grandmaster Realm cultivator, could not compare to the iron-tower-like brute behind him.
At the moment, the burly man wore an ingratiating smile.
"Boss Hao, just put my pills up for sale. What if there are people who share my ideals and enjoy cultivating their bodies? How can they manage without good pills to assist them?"
Hao Fei pointed at the strong man's face.
"Wu Wukai, get out of here right now! You still have the nerve to come promote your pills at my place? Last time, a customer took your 'Nine-Turn Blood-Qi Pill' and fell from the Third Layer of Qi Refining to the first! I had to compensate him with three Second-Grade Pills to restore his realm!"
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my pills! The Nine-Turn Blood-Qi Pill converts the spiritual energy in one's body into qi and blood—isn't that perfectly reasonable? Just tell me, did his body get stronger or not?"
"Fine, fine, so that's what you mean by nine turns? Wait here. I'll go bring that customer over right now. His master is the Spirit Sword Daoist."
"Hmph! If you won't sell them, then someone else will naturally recognize my worth!"
Wu Wukai turned and left. His iron-tower-like body did not seem heavy in the slightest; he moved as swiftly as the wind, vanishing in the blink of an eye and leaving Boss Hao cursing him in the street.
Yang Shi, who had watched the entire spectacle, thought of something and suddenly shouted:
"Brother