The shopkeeper sat across from Jiang Ping An and set the pill on the table.
He raised a hand and gently wafted its medicinal fragrance toward his nose.
After a moment, he took out a delicate little knife and carefully scraped off a few crumbs.
He opened his mouth and breathed them in.
The moment he tasted the pill, his brows furrowed.
Jiang Ping An noticed his expression and asked:
"Is there something wrong with this Dao Fruit Pill?"
"I'm not sure yet."
The shopkeeper took out another Mystic Treasure, one resembling a Buddhist lamp. A tray sat atop it, covered in densely packed Divine Runes.
He placed the Dao Fruit Pill on the tray, gripped the lamp's stem, and poured divine power into it.
Hum!
The Mystic Treasure lit up and shone. The Divine Runes seemed to come alive, circling the Dao Fruit Pill in a wondrous display.
The process lasted roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Then the lamp turned red.
The shopkeeper withdrew his hand and looked up at Jiang Ping An, his expression grave.
"Sir, this Dao Fruit Pill of yours is flawed."
"I'm listening."
The shopkeeper explained, "A normal Dao Fruit Pill has a fifty percent chance of helping someone directly form a Dao Fruit. Yours has only a twenty percent chance of success, with a thirty percent chance of death added on top."
Jiang Ping An had expected as much.
Why would a man like Gongshu Ye give him such a precious pill unless something was wrong with it?
After a moment's silence, Jiang Ping An asked, "If I sold it, how many Holy Land Coins would it be worth?"
"Normally, a Dao Fruit Pill of this grade could help a Middle Lord God form the Dao Fruit needed