Jin Buhuan had picked the perfect moment.
His old friend needed help right now, so he could bleed Lan Yi dry.
Jin Buhuan pulled out a thin metal bracelet with an incredibly sci-fi design and tossed it to Lan Yi.
"Outer Space Vitality Bracelet. It can not only conceal your Dao charm, but also hide your true psychic radiation."
"A standard portion of ten Spirit Powders." Lan Yi readily accepted the familiar item and slipped it onto his left hand.
"Ten?! Why don't you just rob me?" Jin Buhuan instantly bared his teeth in pain.
"Twenty portions. Not one more." Lan Yi skillfully adjusted it with his psychic power, then nodded in satisfaction. It wasn't a disposable fake. The swindler had actually gone straight.
"Fine. Twenty portions it is."
Seeing that Lan Yi had put it on, Jin Buhuan changed his expression again and watched his old friend fall into the trap with schadenfreude.
"I'll say this first: no refunds once it's sold. I picked this thing up from a transmigration freak. In a few days, it might come asking you whether you want to understand the essence of life, whether you want to truly live. A psychic cultivator like you is premium property in a transmigration freak's eyes."
That was simply Jin Buhuan's rotten nature.
The goods he sold to others almost always came with a pitfall.
How deep the pit was depended on the value of the goods he sold. Either they were terribly flawed but left a sliver of hope, or they were deeply satisfying yet made the buyer stumble into a huge trap.
Lan Yi chuckled.
"Whatever. At worst, I just won't be human during my next trial."
"You really intend to become Old Demon Lan? Start over and be a good person. Is that so