Jiajiu City, the southern medicine market.
Yang Ling altered his appearance with the power of Subtlety and changed his clothes.
A dazzling array of goods filled the place. The entire street sold things related to spiritual materials.
"Rare flowers and herbs, pills, and plenty of materials from exotic beasts, which can be used to forge weapons or make medicine."
Yang Ling took a deep breath. The smells were complicated, and occasionally he caught a nauseating whiff of blood.
He walked past shop after shop, stall after stall.
Occasionally, he stopped to inspect their attributes.
"Qi-Nourishing Pills: increase internal energy experience by 50 points" "Essence-Accumulating Pill: increases martial skill proficiency by 50 points" "Bone-Growing Herb: restores 30 health points within two hours"
And so on. They were all low-grade goods.
"The highest-grade pills on this entire street are Peiyuan Pills and Spirit Nurturing Pills. The rest are things like these Qi-Nourishing Pills and Essence-Accumulating Pills."
"These are all common pills, the kinds ordinary martial artists often buy."
Yang Ling remembered seeing similar pills at the major medicine guilds back in Zhao State. Their names and refinement methods might have differed, but their effects were more or less the same.
There were also some with even weaker effects, granting only twenty or thirty points of experience or proficiency.
"These pills are cheap. Martial artists without much backing or family wealth generally take these when trying to reach Ninth Rank."
"They contain a lot of impurities. Taking too many does the body no good."
With Yang Ling's current standards, he naturally thought little of pills like these.
Yet he had walked the street from end to end without finding the kind of high-grade pill he wanted, something comparable to the White Bone Essence Pill.
"That bastard Zhu Xiu was messing with