I was startled. This woman actually called this thing a Heaven-Mending Pill. I still shook my head and said, "Since I refined the pill myself, naturally it can't be called a Heaven-Mending Pill. Whatever I want to call it, that's what it should be called."
"Hm? This is a Heaven-Mending Pill, a divine treasure capable of repairing deficiencies in one's innate spiritual root and granting the opportunity to cultivate immortality." The woman spoke with absolute certainty. Then she took out a storage pouch and tossed it directly to me. "This old woman is taking advantage of you, but I don't intend to swindle you either. There are three thousand spirit crystals inside. That's already three times the usual price. I'll take this Heaven-Mending Pill. But you claim you refined it yourself—do you know that a Heaven-Mending Pill like this isn't something a child like you can refine? More than a hundred years ago, before Falling Wood Valley was destroyed by the righteous path, this old woman was still an elder there. Back then, the most powerful alchemy immortal in Falling Wood Valley, the master of Spiritwood Peak, would have to destroy an acre of century-old Medicine Field just to refine a single Heaven-Mending Pill. You must have found that old man's hidden abode and inheritance, right?"
I stared at the woman, dumbfounded. The group of guard disciples all looked at me as well. After all, a transaction worth three thousand spirit crystals was already a major deal, and the other party hadn't even blinked. She had casually given away even a treasure like a storage pouch.
I held the spirit crystals and said, "Senior, do you only want one Heaven-Mending Pill?"
"What did you say?" The woman's eyes slowly moved away from that Wood-Spirit Pill and turned toward me. "I