But Lin Taichu was not in a hurry. This pill was not meant to be sold to ordinary Cultivators; it was bait for those who could afford it.
Those top Cultivators who fought year-round in the underground city had no shortage of Spirit Stones. What they lacked was not money, but information, channels. If they did not know Luofeng City had something they wanted, then he would let them know.
News needed time to spread, and Lin Taichu could afford to wait.
On the fifth day, someone came to the Trading Holy Land.
The man walked in from outside, his steps neither fast nor slow. He wore a gray robe stained with blood, making it seem as though he had just rushed over from somewhere far away.
He walked to the center of the hall, stopped in front of that pill, and stood there for a long time.
Zhao Feng stood behind the counter, looking at the man's back. He found him somewhat familiar, but could not remember where he had seen him before.
Lin Taichu came out from the rear hall. When he saw the man, his steps paused for a moment.
The man turned his head and looked at Lin Taichu.
"Is this pill being sold by you people?"
Lin Taichu walked up to him and nodded.
"Yes."
"Four hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"
"Four hundred thousand."
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then took out a Storage Bag from his robes and placed it on the counter.
"Here are four hundred thousand Spirit Stones. I'll buy the pill."
Zhao Feng froze. A pill worth four hundred thousand Spirit Stones, and he bought it just like that, without even haggling. Lin Taichu did not move.
"The pill can be sold to you, but I have one condition."