Much later.
The young broker leading the way suddenly stopped.
He pointed to a shop not far away and said:
"Senior, it's that shop!"
Upon hearing this...
Cheng Buzheng looked in the direction he was pointing.
There was only one shop with a plaque above the door that read " Qiaodan Pavilion ". It looked quite simple and plain, and seemed a bit shabby and dilapidated compared to the luxurious shops on both sides.
Immediately.
The young broker gestured for him to come forward and said:
"Senior, this way please!"
The two then walked toward the shop, one after the other.
suddenly.
A golden, fox-like spirit beast pounced on Cheng Buzheng.
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Cheng Buzheng grabbed the Golden Light Civet by the neck.
The Golden Light Civet struggled in the air, whimpering, but was Cheng Buzheng's hand.
Fellow Daoist, you accidentally injured this old woman's Little Treasure!
An aged voice came from inside the shop counter.
Cheng Buzheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old woman with a pale face, who looked to be over sixty years old. Her eyes showed anxiety as she called out to Cheng Buzheng.
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Cheng Buzheng was unwilling to offend the shop owner, as he still had something to ask of him.
He then placed the Golden Light Civet on the ground.
The Golden Light Civet seemed terrified, transforming into a golden streak of light and rushing into the old woman's arms.
Upon entering the shop, Cheng Buzheng began to look around.
Inside the Qiaodan Pavilion shop, the furnishings were rather monotonous. Bottles of pills were placed on three sides of the shelves, mostly first-tier Spirit Pill, while the second-tier Spirit Pill were almost all ' Bipolar Pill '.
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Cheng Buzheng understood that these were probably all returned pills from customers, which explained why there were so many ' Bipolar Pill '.
After all, pills that enhance cultivation are highly sought-after Spirit Pill, even in Sea Suppressing City.
After looking around, Cheng Buzheng looked back into the counter.
The elderly woman, who appeared to be over sixty, was holding a Golden Light Civet and affectionately comforting it. Her withered hands were constantly combing the Golden Light Civet's soft golden fur, and her cloudy eyes were filled with doting affection.
The Golden Light Civet is a rather intelligent Demon Beast, but this one doesn't seem very smart.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng also knew that the old woman in front of him was a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.
A short while later.
The old woman behind the counter finally looked up at the boy and Cheng Buzheng.
Immediately, the old woman noticed the mark on the boy's sleeve, then turned her gaze to Cheng Buzheng. She was no longer as anxious as before, and said calmly:
"Fellow Daoist, if you wish to return the Bipolar Pill, that's possible, but you'll have to offer a first-tier Spirit Pill as payment!"
"I believe you have already inquired about this, fellow Daoist!"
The old woman had no more Spirit Stone besides this shop.
After saying that, the old woman teased the Golden Light Civet in her arms again.
She had seen these cultivators who came to withdraw their elixir more than once or twice, and she didn't want to waste any more words on them.
Most of the cultivators vented their anger with cold stares and disdain, while those with good tempers calmly requested to return the pills.
She didn't want to pay much attention to it.
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After confirming that this shop was indeed the one selling the Bipolar Pill, Cheng Buzheng immediately reply. Instead, he took out Spirit Stone, handed them to the young broker, and then sent him away.
After the young broker left.
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the old woman behind the counter and said:
"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. I am not here to return the pill!"
Upon hearing this...
"Oh!"
The old woman raised her wrinkled face and asked with some confusion:
"What brings you here, fellow Daoist?"
Hearing the old woman's questioning tone, Cheng Buzheng smiled and said:
"Fellow Daoist, I have come for the Pill Formula of the Bipolar Pill."
After all, at this point, the only way to find the Pill Formula for the Bipolar Pill was through this old woman, who was also the only cultivator he could find with whom he had any contact.
Upon hearing this, the old woman's aged face showed displeasure, and she said:
Are you making fun of this old woman?
"That guy ran away long ago, otherwise this old woman wouldn't have ended up like this."
Then, the old woman changed her tone, saying somewhat sarcastically:
"If you wish to obtain the Bipolar Pill, all of these pills can be sold to you at a discounted price. What do you say?"
"Why bother with the trouble and effort of searching for the Pill Formula and refining the Bipolar Pill!"
In response to this...
The old woman was Cheng Buzheng's purpose in coming.
After all, Cheng Buzheng wasn't the only cultivator who came here to inquire about the whereabouts of the Pill Formula; quite a few Alchemist also came to ask, since once this Pill Formula was completely perfected...
The profits involved are considerable, and this Pill Formula mainly uses spirit medicine but doesn't require any additional spirit medicine spirit medicine; only a small amount is needed to refine it.
If there are enough Demon Beast and Desolate Beast, then pills can be refined continuously.
This demonstrates the allure of this Pill Formula for an Alchemist.
The old woman understood the reasoning perfectly well.
Cheng Buzheng surprised by the old woman's answer; he knew the value and rarity of this Pill Formula and was well aware of its significance.
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng calm and composed, smiled slightly, and instead looked at the Golden Light Civet, saying:
"This Golden Light Civet is indeed highly regarded by you, fellow Daoist!"
He spoke with a hint of something.
Upon hearing this...
The old woman behind the counter paused in her stroking of the Golden Light Civet, and said in a cold tone:
"Fellow Daoist, please speak freely."
Cheng Buzheng had anticipated the old woman's response, and then said calmly:
"Since you've put it that way, fellow Daoist, I won't keep you in suspense any longer."
"The soul within this Golden Light Civet is probably no longer that of its original owner!"
The moment Cheng Buzheng caught the Golden Light Civet, he sensed the discrepancy between the demonic soul within the Golden Light Civet's body and its physical form.
In addition to what happened before.
He learned from the young broker that the shop's former owner had lost his grandson, who was in a daze, years ago.
The Golden Light Civet appeared shortly after his grandson's death.
The Golden Light Civet is a relatively intelligent spirit beast, completely unlike this foolish Golden Light Civet.
The intelligence of First-Tier Superior-Grade Golden Light Civet is far superior to that of other first-tier Demon Beast, roughly equivalent to that of a second-tier Demon Beast, and also comparable to that of a human child.
The Golden Light Civet before them, judging from its intelligence, was not much different from that of an infant; it only possessed instincts and was completely unworthy of the title of a spiritually intelligent Demon Beast.
Moreover, the higher the Golden Light Civet's strength, the more intelligent and agile it appears.
But this Golden Light Civet completely defies common sense.
Therefore, it was only after he realized something was wrong that he connected the clues one by one.
A truth beyond his imagination surfaced in his mind;
"The soul within this Golden Light Civet has already been replaced by the soul of her grandson by the old woman before us."
The old woman took advantage of the Golden Light Civet's innate intelligence to fully awaken her grandson's wisdom and free him from his confused state of mind, which is why she possessed this spirit beast.
certainly.
The old woman in front of us definitely helped a lot in this.
Otherwise, it's uncertain who will possess whom!
Therefore, when Cheng Buzheng grabbed Golden Light Civet, she panicked and hurriedly tried to stop him, fearing that she might hurt Golden Light Civet.
The old woman's doting expression only showed when she was comforting the Golden Light Civet.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be so worried and afraid of a mere spirit beast; it's precisely because this Golden Light Civet is her grandson.
Although he had figured some things out, there were still some questions he hadn't understood.
In the blink of an eye, numerous clues flashed through Cheng Buzheng's mind, connecting one by one.
immediately.
Cheng Buzheng smiled as he looked at the old woman whose face had darkened.
He didn't seem to care at all, and then said calmly:
"Fellow Daoist, I have no ill intentions. I am only here for that Pill Formula."
"Please grant my request, fellow Daoist."
Then, Cheng Buzheng looked calmly at the old woman behind the counter.
Upon hearing this...
The old woman glanced calmly at Cheng Buzheng, then her expression returned to its usual composure. While stroking the Golden Light Civet, she said softly:
Even if you know this is my grandson, so what?
Then, the old woman changed the subject, giving Cheng Buzheng a half-smile, Cheng Buzheng:
"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance."
Cheng Buzheng frowned and said:
"What opportunity?"
He knew that the old woman in front of him would not compromise so easily. Even if pointing out the truth made her hesitate, she would not give in easily.
But this is also good news; at least we can talk!
The old woman behind the counter said expressionlessly:
" Master Ming, who refined the Bipolar Pill, did indeed trade the Pill Formula to me, but if you want to obtain that Pill Formula, you will have to trade it with a third-tier Soul-Nourishing Spirit Pill. There is no other way."
"I've given you the opportunity. Come back to trade once you have this Spirit Pill!"
After the old woman finished speaking, she Cheng Buzheng and affectionately teased the Golden Light Civet in her arms.
Seeing the old woman's posture as if to drive him away, Cheng Buzheng neither showed disappointment nor left. Instead, he calmly smiled and said:
"Fellow Daoist, why the rush to send people away!"
Upon hearing this...
The elderly woman behind the counter did not respond, continuing to play with her grandson.
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Cheng Buzheng calmly said:
"Fellow Daoist, please look!"
As he spoke, he reached into the storage pouch at his waist and poured out a Spirit Pill pill from a Long-necked Jade Bottle.
This is the Soul-Nurturing Pill, which not only heals injuries to the soul but also gently nourishes it.
He originally obtained two pills. He gave one to Fairy Qingwu, and even though Fairy Qingwu suffered such severe damage to her soul, Cheng Buzheng only kept one pill.
The only remaining Soul-Nurturing Pill was something he kept for himself in case he suffered damage to his Divine Sense in the future.
At this moment, Cheng Buzheng took out the Soul-Nurturing Pill, feeling extremely reluctant to part with it.
He secretly regretted being blinded by beauty, leaving behind a valuable Soul-Nurturing Pill, and how his usual caution had been completely wasted by the dog.
Just as Cheng Buzheng silently admonishing himself.
Upon hearing this, the old woman behind the counter looked into Cheng Buzheng's palm and saw a bright blue Spirit Pill emitting a faint glow.
The old woman behind the counter frowned, her face showing displeasure, and said:
"Fellow Daoist, why bother with me? This pill is nothing more than a second-tier Spirit Pill Soul-Nurturing Pill!"
"Although this Soul-Nurturing Pill will have some benefit for my grandson, it cannot awaken his consciousness at all."
"Don't even think about using this pill to exchange for the Pill Formula for the Bipolar Pill."
The old woman's tone was unusually firm as she finished speaking.
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Cheng Buzheng angry but rather pleased.
He suppressed his joy and said calmly:
"Fellow Daoist, may I add one more piece of information?"
Upon hearing this...
The old woman behind the counter said expressionlessly:
"No matter what information we get, it's useless. We can only trade it for third-tier soul-nourishing pills."
Cheng Buzheng said calmly:
"If I were to exchange it for the whereabouts of Master Ming refines the Bipolar Pill!"
The old woman behind the counter said calmly:
"Then you can go and exchange it yourself, why bother coming to this old woman!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A voice transmission sounded in her ear:
"Isn't this something that's both far away and right before our eyes?"
Although Cheng Buzheng's voice was calm, his tone was unusually firm.
Upon hearing this, the old woman calmly replied:
"Fellow Daoist, please don't joke around. How could I possibly be that Alchemist!"
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Cheng Buzheng by the old woman's flat denial; it was all within his expectations. He then waved his sleeve, and the door closed automatically without any wind.
The old woman did not stop Cheng Buzheng's actions.
After organizing his thoughts, Cheng Buzheng slowly said:
"Since you are unwilling to admit it, I can only explain my speculations to you in detail!"
"Oh?"
The old woman said coldly:
"Then I'd like to know how you managed to frame me."
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the old woman indifferently, then slowly said:
"Firstly, your grandson must have recently taken a first-tier Soul Nourishing Spirit Pill!"
"And this isn't the first time he's taken it; it must have been going on for a long time, at least three years or more."
"Secondly, fellow Daoist, you must also be Alchemist!"
"His level is no less than that of Second-order Low-grade Alchemist, fellow Daoist, am I right?"
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The old woman was still somewhat unwilling, but calmly said:
"Fellow Daoist, this is probably just your guess!"
Cheng Buzheng and smiled:
"From the moment your grandson lunged at me, I sensed a profound aura within this Golden Light Civet, an aura similar to that of Soul-Nurturing Pill, and it was so strong it permeated its very bones!"
"It's definitely not a single instance or two of taking this kind of pill; it must have been taken for a long time to produce such a strange phenomenon!"
"Just the fact that you've been taking a nourishing pill for your soul almost every day for the past few years is something you simply can't afford with your wealth!"
"Only those Spirit Pill that don't require worrying about raw materials for refining Bipolar Pill -Bipolar Pill can continuously produce them and make a fortune to support your grandson's terrifying consumption!"
"As for the fact that you are Alchemist, I sensed a faint fragrance of pills emanating from you as soon as I entered the shop, which aroused my suspicion."
"But since you run a Spirit Pill shop, I didn't dare to make a decision lightly. It was only after verification that I confirmed it and connected the whole matter."
As he spoke, Cheng Buzheng shook the Soul-Nurturing Pill in his hand.
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The old woman knew how she had been exposed.
The Soul-Nurturing Pill in the other party's hand looked almost exactly the same as the third-tier Soul Soul-Solidifying Pill. Only an experienced Alchemist could distinguish them by their appearance.
After understanding the reasons behind this...
She realized she had made a common-sense mistake, which led the other person to connect the dots and understand the whole story.
Immediately.
The old woman closed her eyes and pondered for a while, then stopped making futile arguments and said:
"Fellow Daoist, what do you wish to do?"
"Should we make this public?"