Having borrowed the black-faced young man's stall, Lu Xiaotian sat directly on the stool beside it. He took out a piece of white cloth, dabbed some black spiritual-herb juice onto it, and casually wrote five words: Water-Type Condensing Golden Pill.
The cultivators at the nearby stalls and those selecting goods beside them all took several more looks at Lu Xiaotian. After all, there were Golden Core cultivators who set up stalls themselves, but they were not common.
The moment Lu Xiaotian put up his sign, the nearby Foundation Establishment cultivators exploded into a frenzy. Even if they were not water-element cultivators, buying the Water-Type Condensing Golden Pill and trading it for other items later would be far more convenient.
Other passing cultivators saw the commotion and grew curious as to whether some extraordinary spiritual object had appeared. As a result, the crowd here grew increasingly packed. Lu Xiaotian was somewhat dumbfounded as he watched. It seemed he had still underestimated the standing Condensing Golden Pill held in these cultivators' hearts.
"Senior, I want that Water-Type Condensing Golden Pill. One million Low-grade Spirit Stones!" a reckless man shouted loudly.
"You think one million Low-grade Spirit Stones will buy a Water-Type Condensing Golden Pill? Dream on. Senior, I'll offer one million two hundred thousand!" another white-haired elder sneered.
"Old thing, aren't you being a little too stingy? You've got the nerve to offer one million two hundred thousand? One million five hundred thousand!" Another potbellied, round-bodied cultivator struggled to shove aside the people in front of him and squeeze his way forward.
Although Condensing Golden Pills were rare, Lu Xiaotian was still startled by the frenzied bidding from these Foundation Establishment cultivators. However, once the price jumped to one million five hundred thousand, their enthusiasm abruptly faded. Lu Xiaotian immediately understood. These