He thought about it. Rather than sell the pills to the Precious Jade Pavilion, he might as well sell them to Yang Yi.
Yang Yi's family was wealthy, after all. He could definitely afford them.
After seeing Chu Yuan's actions, Yang Yi was at a loss for words.
Just moments ago, he'd told Chu Yuan not to eat anything indiscriminately, and now Chu Yuan had gone and swallowed a pill of unknown origin...
Still, Yang Yi understood what Chu Yuan was thinking. He was worried Yang Yi wouldn't trust him and wouldn't dare to take one.
So Yang Yi copied Chu Yuan, swallowing the pill in his palm.
Chu Yuan watched him, just about to ask how it felt.
Then Yang Yi's face suddenly flushed red, and he stared at Chu Yuan in horror!
"Damn..."
Two streams of blood shot from his nostrils!
Chu Yuan was startled. "What's wrong!?"
Could pills used by cultivators... be poisonous to martial artists?
But that didn't make sense! Both were things rich in energy. By Chu Yuan's reckoning, at worst, some of the medicinal power would go to waste. There was no way this could go wrong!
"The medicinal power... is too strong!" Yang Yi managed to choke out in pain before collapsing to the ground with a thud. He felt like Chu Yuan had nearly gotten him killed!
The immense energy surged wildly through his body, forcing its way into his bones and blood.
Wave after wave of agony washed over him, heedless of whether he could bear it...
"Get me to the teacher, quick!"
Yang Yi's skin began to split, webbed with cracks like a spider's web.
Blood streamed down his skin in torrents, making for a horrifying sight!
Once Chu Yuan understood what was happening, he couldn't help finding it absurd.
But seeing Yang Yi's condition, he didn't dare waste time. Even so, he didn't take him to the teacher.
There was the question of whether they'd make it in time, but more importantly, how could he explain this?
That Yang Yi had ended up like this because he'd eaten a pill Chu Yuan had somehow gotten hold of, one that had never appeared on the market?
Besides, this mess was his responsibility. He ought to deal with it himself...
He crouched down and pressed his palm against Yang Yi's stomach.
At once, he felt the "powerful" medicinal energy Yang Yi had spoken of!
It was strengthening Yang Yi's body, but it truly was doing so without any regard for the consequences!
The medicinal power was piling up inside Yang Yi, with no way to release it!
A faint glow shimmered across Chu Yuan's palm. He summoned his magical power and sent it into Yang Yi's body!
In an instant, the "powerful" medicinal energy was brought completely under control. As if restrained by a higher level of power, it changed from a raging flood into a gentle stream.
Bit by bit, it merged into Yang Yi's body in a relatively gentle manner, strengthening his foundation and constitution...
The process took quite a while, nearly a full hour.
Only after the last trace of medicinal power in Yang Yi's body had been absorbed did Chu Yuan withdraw his magical power.
A while later, Yang Yi let out a long breath. Ignoring the blood smeared across himself, he looked at Chu Yuan with a complicated expression...
The two of them fell silent.
It was a long time before Chu Yuan finally apologized. "Sorry. I didn't realize..."
Martial artists couldn't refine pills beyond their ability, or they would damage their foundation.
Otherwise, with Yang Yi's family background, he could have bought more expensive and more powerful Martial Arts Pills to help him break through quickly!
Chu Yuan seemed to have fallen into a mistaken way of thinking. He'd assumed that since they'd only just begun cultivating, any pill he could use would work for a martial artist too.
The idea had seemed so obvious that, when he tried to sell Yang Yi the pills, he hadn't even considered the possibility that the medicinal power might be too strong...
Yang Yi said mournfully, "I'm the one who should be apologizing... I'm just too weak. I made a fool of myself in front of you..."
Chu Yuan felt awkward again. "But don't worry. I checked just now, and the medicinal power has been completely refined!
Your foundation hasn't been damaged!"
Yang Yi fell silent again. He pulled a packet of tissues from his pocket and wiped the blood from his face.
His hands, however, were shaking badly...
It wasn't that he was concerned about the foundation Chu Yuan had mentioned. It was...
"You... reached the Inner Breath Realm?"
In the first two realms of martial arts, one could only cultivate blood and qi. It was absolutely impossible to release energy externally.
Let alone channel energy into someone else's body to help them refine a pill...
But Yang Yi had only been in pain, not unconscious. He'd naturally felt everything that had happened to him!
If he weren't still experiencing waves of phantom pain, he would have thought he was dreaming—a dream too absurd to be real!
How could anyone reach the Internal Breath Realm in less than a week of cultivation?
Not even the most talented person could manage that!
The human body had a limit to how much energy it could absorb, after all...
If someone who cultivated ten times faster than an ordinary person was a genius, then what would someone who cultivated ten times faster than a genius be? A monster?
Chu Yuan knew that his combat strength hadn't yet reached the Internal Breath Realm.
Still, he nodded. "More or less..."
"You either have or you haven't! What do you mean, 'more or less'!?" Yang Yi exclaimed.
"I just... broke through."
"I... You..." Yang Yi seemed at a loss for words. In the end, the question that somehow slipped out was, "How much are you planning to charge for the pills?"
"Forget it. You can't refine them. I didn't think it through."
"Then don't you offer after-sales service?"
"You mean I help you refine them?"
"Anyway, it takes less than an hour each time... You can spare that much time, can't you?" As he spoke, Yang Yi's gaze grew fervent.
After the initial shock, he'd already sensed what was happening inside his body!
His qi and blood were surging, and his breathing was steady and deep!
If he refined a pill like this twice more... No, maybe just once! He'd reach the Blood-Qi Realm!
Chu Yuan gave it some serious thought. Setting aside an hour each day really wasn't a big deal. "That might be possible..."
"Two million for each pill! One million for each after-sales service session! Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Vajra Pills have never appeared on the market, so I don't know how to price them.
Whether the price is high or low, neither of us will lose..." Yang Yi hesitated, then carefully added, "Since you came to me to make a deal, I assume you don't want anyone else to know."
"Exactly, so..."
Yang Yi cut him off. "I'll keep it a secret for you. I won't even tell my dad!"
He wasn't stupid. He knew Chu Yuan must have a secret.
Whether it was the Vajra Pills, his having reached the Internal Breath Realm, or... that special technique for helping someone refine medicinal power...
Maybe he'd inherited the legacy of a powerful martial artist, or perhaps some expert had taken him on as a disciple.
But Chu Yuan was still a high school student, with no chance to travel beyond Chenyang City, so the former seemed unlikely...
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