Sudden Wealth, You Must Give to Receive

Wang Fugui quickly estimated the quantity.

Three hundred bottles of pills, three pills per bottle.

One hundred and twenty Body Tempering Pills, two hundred and ten Blood Qi Pills, one hundred and twenty Hemostasis Pills, two hundred and forty Qi Gathering Pills, and two hundred and ten Rejuvenation Pills.

The next second.

Cold numbers danced frantically in his mind.

Body Tempering Pill: 2,400 low-grade spirit stones.

Blood Qi Pill: 12,600 low-grade spirit stones.

Hemostasis Pill: 4,800 low-grade spirit stones.

Qi Gathering Pill: 18,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Rejuvenation Pill: 21,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Added all together.

Total price: 58,800 low-grade spirit stones!

Wang Fugui's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed onto the floor.

His eyes were feverish, his breathing heavy, as he stared fixedly at the table full of jade bottles.

If he could acquire this entire batch of top-grade pills.

His pill pavilion would instantly monopolize the first-grade pill market of the entire Azure Cloud Market.

By then, surrounding families, rogue cultivators, and small sects would all have to come to him for supplies.

Fame and fortune would be his, and his net worth would skyrocket!

"Fellow Daoist Han..."

"Do you... intend to sell this entire batch of pills?"

Su Yun nodded, "Three hundred bottles of pills, selling them all."

"With such a large shipment, can you handle it?"

Wang Fugui shuddered, immediately straightened his back, and nodded repeatedly.

"I can handle it! Absolutely!"

"Fellow Daoist Han, you joke."

His tone was sincere, carrying absolute confidence.

"Throughout the entire Azure Cloud Market, there are over a dozen pill shops, large and small."

"Aside from my Spirit Gathering Pill Pavilion, no other shop could swallow so many top-grade pills at once."

"The others lack the capital, the warehouse space, and the distribution channels."

"Only I have the capability."

If he let this batch of pills slip away, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Even if he had to drain his liquid capital, he would swallow them all.

Su Yun's gaze was calm as he watched him quietly.

Wang Fugui took a deep breath and stated his price directly.

"Fellow Daoist Han."

"To make a friend of you, I will not haggle."

"I will settle with you at a price higher than the market acquisition rate."

"According to our calculation just now, the total price is 58,800 low-grade spirit stones."

"Not a single coin less, I will take them all."

"You are welcome to ask around the market."

"The price I, Wang Fugui, offer is absolutely honest, without a hint of padding."

A flash of approval crossed Su Yun's eyes.

The price Wang Fugui offered was indeed high.

Su Yun nodded faintly.

"Very well."

"Since you can take them all at once, I cannot be bothered to look for others."

Having someone take the goods readily at a fair price was enough.

Su Yun silently calculated his own costs and profits.

58,800 low-grade spirit stones.

Converted, that was a full 588 mid-grade spirit stones.

He had spent frantically on medicinal herbs in the early stages, with the total cost invested coming to less than ninety medium-grade spirit stones.

After deducting the costs of materials, wastage, and the rental fee for the alchemy room.

The net profit amounted to over four hundred and eighty medium-grade spirit stones.

Su Yun could not help but sigh inwardly.

In the world of cultivation, alchemy was truly the most lucrative profession.

Cultivation spent money like water.

Alchemy earned money like drinking water.

Profiteering, naked profiteering.

If he had relied on his sect stipend, it would have taken him several years to save up this many spirit stones.

Now, in just over ten days, he had become instantly wealthy.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Su Yun's expression remained unmoved, his face still wearing the indifferent mask of an elderly rogue cultivator.

On the other side.

Wang Fugui did not dare to delay, fearing that Su Yun might change his mind at the last minute.

He immediately stood up and shouted instructions toward the door.

"Someone! Mobilize the spirit stones from the treasury immediately! Be quick about it!"

The clerk downstairs responded, his footsteps hurrying toward the treasury.

Wang Fugui felt secretly relieved.

Fortunately, business at the Pill Pavilion had been booming lately, and the treasury had a large amount of liquid capital stockpiled.

This batch of spirit stones was originally intended for next month's procurement to purchase medicinal herbs.

Now, he would take it all out to swallow up this batch of top-grade pills.

It was worth it.

Very worth it.

In less than an hour.

Footsteps sounded once again.

Outside the door, the clerk held a high-end black storage bag in both hands, bowing as he respectfully delivered it into the room.

Wang Fugui took the storage bag and handed it to Su Yun with the utmost respect.

"Fellow Daoist Han."

"Fifty-eight thousand eight hundred low-grade spirit stones, not a single one missing, all here."

Su Yun took the storage bag casually and probed his divine sense inside.

The space within the storage bag was not large, but it was neatly organized.

Spirit stones were stacked into small hills; they were translucent, with milky-white spiritual light flowing across them, and a rich, pure spiritual energy rushed toward him.

Confirming there were no errors, Su Yun nodded.

"No problem."

Wang Fugui's face was filled with a fawning smile as he took the opportunity to curry favor.

"Fellow Daoist Han, our cooperation this time has been very pleasant."

"In the future, if you have any more pills, regardless of the grade or type, feel free to come to me."

"I will always offer the highest price, never lowballing you, and never making things difficult."

"I hope Fellow Daoist Han will look after me and continue to support my humble shop."

As he spoke.

Wang Fugui flipped his right hand and produced an exquisite, dark-colored wooden box from his wide silk sleeve.

The surface of the wooden box was carved with intricate cloud patterns, sealed perfectly to lock in the spiritual energy within.

He held the box with both hands and respectfully presented it to Su Yun.

"Fellow Daoist Han, a small gift, please do not refuse."

Su Yun raised an eyebrow but did not reach out immediately.

Wang Fugui hurriedly explained.

"This is a hundred-year-old spirit herb from my personal collection—Essence Condensing Ganoderma."

"It is exactly one hundred years old, with condensed spiritual energy and stable medicinal properties."

Giving such a valuable gift now seemed like a loss.

But in reality, it was an investment.

There is no gain without sacrifice.

Today, he sacrificed a hundred-year-old spirit herb.

In the future, a single batch of top-grade medicinal pills would earn back the cost tenfold.

Even though this spirit herb was worth a fortune, he was perfectly willing.

He only sought to establish a connection with that mysterious alchemist.

To maintain this relationship.

Su Yun reached out and took the wooden box.

His fingertips gently lifted the lid.

A wisp of pale green mist slowly rose.

In the center of the box lay a palm-sized spirit herb.

It was emerald green throughout, with clear veins.

A faint, lustrous glow flowed across the surface of the leaves.

The fresh scent of vegetation mixed with dense spiritual energy, drilling straight into his nostrils.

It was none other than the Essence Condensing Ganoderma.

Su Yun recognized it at a glance.

This was the core ingredient for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill.

To ordinary cultivators, the Foundation Establishment Pill was a divine medicine that could shed one's mortal coil.

For a cultivator stuck at the ninth level of Qi Refining, a single Foundation Establishment Pill could break through the shackles and step into Foundation Establishment.

Within the entire Azure Cloud Sect, Foundation Establishment Pills were considered strategic resources.

They were strictly controlled and rarely leaked out.

In the outside markets, Foundation Establishment Pills were priceless and unavailable; even with money, one could not buy them.

However, to Su Yun, they were of little use.

With the blessing of his Heavenly Spirit Root and the Thousandfold Amplification, he had no bottlenecks when breaking through realms and did not need to rely on pills to force his way into Foundation Establishment.

But that did not mean the spirit herb was useless.

Keeping it for refining high-level pills later, or reselling it, would be a significant fortune.

Su Yun silently put away the wooden box, secretly evaluating Wang Fugui in his heart.

Shrewd, slick, and knows how to conduct himself.

Willing to spend money and understands the art of trade-offs.

It was no wonder he could make the Pill Pavilion so large in a market filled with all sorts of people.

Such a person was worth long-term cooperation.

Su Yun raised his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his aged face.

"Boss Wang is straightforward and insightful."

"I will still come to you to sell the next batch of pills."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Fugui's eyes lit up instantly, his facial fat bunching together as he grinned from ear to ear.

He bowed repeatedly, his tone becoming increasingly respectful.

"Many thanks, Daoist Han! Many thanks, Daoist Han!"

"I, Wang, will be waiting at any time!"

"As long as you come, the price, the service, and the sincerity will all be top-tier!"