Transaction, Accident

He thought about it; rather than selling the Martial Arts Pills to the Precious Jade Pavilion, it would be better to sell them to Yang Yi.

After all, Yang Yi's family was wealthy, and he could certainly afford them.

Upon seeing Chu Yuan's actions, Yang Yi was left speechless.

He had just told Chu Yuan not to eat random things, yet in the next breath, Chu Yuan had swallowed this pill of unknown origin.

However, Yang Yi understood Chu Yuan's intention; he was afraid that Yang Yi wouldn't be at ease and wouldn't dare to eat it.

Following suit, he mimicked Chu Yuan's actions and swallowed the pill in his palm.

Chu Yuan watched him, just about to ask about the user experience.

Suddenly, he saw Yang Yi's face flush red, staring at him with a look of horror!

"Damn..."

Two jets of blood shot out from his nostrils!

Chu Yuan was instantly startled: "What's wrong with you!?"

Could it be that pills used by cultivators were... highly toxic to martial artists?

But that made no sense! Both were substances rich in energy; in Chu Yuan's calculations, at most, some medicinal potency would be wasted, but it was absolutely impossible for something to go wrong!

"The medicinal power... is too strong!" Yang Yi managed to squeeze out these words in agony before collapsing to the ground. He felt like he was about to be killed by Chu Yuan's recklessness!

A massive amount of energy rampaged through his body, brutally drilling into his bones and blood.

Waves of intense pain followed, completely disregarding whether the human body could withstand it.

"Quick, take me to find the teacher!"

Yang Yi's skin began to split, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared across his body.

Large amounts of blood rolled off his skin, looking absolutely gruesome!

After figuring out the cause, Chu Yuan felt it was somewhat absurd.

But seeing Yang Yi's state, he didn't dare to delay, though he didn't take him to the teacher either.

Setting aside whether there was enough time, the key was how to explain it?

Should he say that Yang Yi became like this because he ate a pill that he didn't know where he got from, one that had never appeared on the market?

Besides, this was a problem he had caused himself, so he should be the one to solve it.

He leaned down, pressing his palm firmly against Yang Yi's stomach.

He immediately felt the "powerful" medicinal energy Yang Yi had spoken of!

It was strengthening Yang Yi's body, but it was indeed a reckless, consequence-free strengthening!

This medicinal power was piling up inside Yang Yi's body with no channel to vent it out!

Chu Yuan's palm glowed with a faint light as he mobilized his mana and channeled it into Yang Yi's body.

The once "powerful" medicinal energy was instantly brought under control, appearing to be restrained by a higher-level force, turning from a fierce flood into a murmuring stream.

Bit by bit, it integrated into Yang Yi's body in a relatively gentle manner, strengthening his foundation and essence.

This process lasted for quite a while, nearly a full hour, before Chu Yuan withdrew his mana only when the last bit of medicinal power remained in Yang Yi's body.

After another moment passed, Yang Yi let out a long breath. Ignoring the bloodstains on his body, he looked at Chu Yuan with a complex expression.

The two fell into silence.

It was only after a long time that Chu Yuan spoke apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't expect..."

Martial artists cannot refine pills beyond their own capacity, otherwise, it will damage their foundation.

Otherwise, given Yang Yi's family background, he would have had enough to purchase more expensive and potent Martial Arts Pills to help him break through rapidly!

He seemed to have fallen into a cognitive trap, always feeling that since everyone had just started cultivating, the pills he used should be usable by martial artists as well.

This thought was so natural that when he was pushing the pills to Yang Yi, he hadn't even considered the concept of "the medicinal power being too strong."

Yang Yi said faintly: "I should be the one apologizing... It's all my fault for being too weak, making you see a joke..."

Chu Yuan felt awkward again: "But don't worry, I checked just now; the medicinal power has been completely refined! It didn't damage your foundation!"

Yang Yi fell silent again, pulling a pack of tissues from his pocket to wipe the blood from his face.

However, his hands were shaking violently.

It wasn't that he cared about the foundation Chu Yuan mentioned, but rather...

"You... have internal energy?"

The first two realms of martial arts only involve blood and qi; it is absolutely impossible to project energy externally.

Let alone channeling energy into someone else's body to help them refine a pill.

But just now, he was in pain, not unconscious, so he could naturally feel everything that had happened to him!

If not for the phantom pains still pulsing through his body, Yang Yi would have felt as if he were dreaming—living in an utterly unrealistic dream!

How could anyone possibly reach the Internal Breath Realm within less than a week of starting their cultivation?

Even the greatest genius in existence couldn't achieve such a feat!

Because the human body's capacity to absorb energy ultimately has its limits...

If being ten times faster than the average person makes one a genius, then what do you call someone ten times faster than a genius? A monster?

Chu Yuan knew that his current combat strength had not yet reached the Internal Breath Realm, but he still nodded: "I suppose so..."

"Either it is, or it isn't! What do you mean by 'suppose so'!?" Yang Yi shouted.

"It means... I just broke through."

"I... you..." Yang Yi seemed at a loss for words, eventually blurting out in a daze: "How do you plan to sell the pills?"

"Forget it. You can't refine them on your own; it was an oversight on my part."

"Don't you have any after-sales service?"

"You mean, you want me to help you refine them?"

"Anyway, it takes less than an hour each time... You have that much time to spare, right?" As he spoke, Yang Yi's gaze grew fervent.

After the shock subsided, he had already sensed the state of his own body!

His blood and qi were overflowing, and his breathing was long and steady!

With a pill like this, if he refined it two more times... no, perhaps just one more time! He would be able to reach the Blood-Qi Realm!

Chu Yuan considered it seriously; setting aside an hour a day was truly no trouble at all: "That isn't impossible..."

"Two million per Vajra Pill! One million per after-sales session! How does that sound?"

"Deal!"

"This Vajra Pill has never appeared on the market before, so I have no idea how to price it. Whether it's high or low, neither of us will lose out..." Yang Yi hesitated, then weighed his words carefully: "Since you came to me for this trade, you must not want others to know."

"Exactly, so..."

Yang Yi cut him off: "I will keep your secret. Not even my father will know!"

He wasn't stupid; he knew there had to be secrets surrounding Chu Yuan.

Whether it was the Vajra Pill, the Internal Breath Realm, or that special energy technique used to help others refine medicinal power...

Perhaps he had obtained the inheritance of a powerful martial artist, or perhaps he had been taken in as a disciple by some expert.

But considering Chu Yuan was still a high school student who had never had the chance to leave Chenyang City, the former possibility was highly unlikely...