How Could a Direct Disciple of the Sacred Land Master End Up Selling Pills Personally to Make Money?

Above the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, Jun Wangyou flew on his sword, heading away from Lingtian Peak.

He had decided to lie low for a while. He really could not afford to compensate for five mountain peaks.

In the end, it came down to one word: poor!

"No."

"I need to make money!"

"I need to make lots and lots of money!"

Sitting atop the Nine Heavens Scarlet Fire Sword, Jun Wangyou propped up his head with one hand and grumbled indignantly.

Jun Wangyou felt like crying. He was, after all, the direct disciple of a Sacred Land Master, and he even had a huge sum of several hundred thousand spirit stones on him.

Yet for some reason, Jun Wangyou felt as though he was about to go bankrupt.

"My damned talent!"

After cursing under his breath, Jun Wangyou began thinking about how to make money.

There were only two ways to make money.

One was starting a business.

The other was robbery.

At present, Jun Wangyou still had 460,000 spirit stones on him.

More than 800 Qi Refining Pills.

One hundred Foundation Establishment Pills.

He had already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, so Qi Refining Pills were no longer useful to him.

"Since they're useless... I might as well sell them first and build up some starting capital."

Having made up his mind, Jun Wangyou flew toward one of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land's markets.

Duobao Market.

It was one of the ten markets in the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land.

Markets were places within the Sacred Land where disciples bought and sold all kinds of resources.

Pills, spirit stones, cultivation techniques, spiritual herbs, Dao arts—everything was available.

Jun Wangyou stood at the entrance of the market, wearing a bronze fanged mask. He did not want anyone to recognize him.

After the Battle Arena match, countless disciples had already come to know him.

He had gained countless male and female admirers.

If Jun Wangyou revealed his true face, the market would probably turn into a celebrity-chasing scene in seconds.

That was not what Jun Wangyou wanted to see, and he disliked such scenes as well.

Looking at the bustling market, Jun Wangyou stepped inside.

The market was enormous. It took at least two hours to walk from the eastern side to the western side.

Along both sides of the road, countless disciples simply laid down a piece of cloth and began selling resources they no longer needed.

After wandering around for a while and learning the prices of Qi Refining Pills, Jun Wangyou followed suit. He found a corner by a wall and began selling Qi Refining Pills.

Within the Sacred Land, low-grade Qi Refining Pills sold for ten spirit stones each, mid-grade ones for twenty, high-grade ones for thirty, and supreme-grade ones for fifty.

If exchanged with merit points, one merit point could be traded for one hundred low-grade Qi Refining Pills.

But in the market, aside from supreme-grade Qi Refining Pills, all those prices were five spirit stones lower.

All of Jun Wangyou's Qi Refining Pills were supreme-grade, but in order to sell them all quickly, he lowered their price by five spirit stones as well.

Before long, eighty white porcelain bottles were arranged before Jun Wangyou.

Jun Wangyou raised his voice and shouted, "Don't miss out as you pass by! Massive clearance sale at a loss! Supreme-grade Qi Refining Pills are only forty-five spirit stones each! Limited stock, first come first served! Only eight hundred pills available—once they're gone, they're gone!"

Sure enough, before long, quite a few disciples were drawn over and gathered around Jun Wangyou's stall.

One disciple looked at Jun Wangyou suspiciously. "Supreme-grade Qi Refining Pills for only forty-five spirit stones each? Are you sure? They aren't fake, are they?"

Because supreme-grade Qi Refining Pills had exceptional effects and were always in short supply, whenever they appeared, disciples from wealthy families would immediately buy them all.

Thus, the market price of supreme-grade Qi Refining Pills had never dropped below fifty spirit stones.

Jun Wangyou did not bother explaining. He simply poured out one bottle.

Ten round Qi Refining Pills, giving off a rich medicinal fragrance, rolled onto the ground.

Jun Wangyou said expressionlessly, "See for yourself whether they're real or fake. I, Duobao Daoist, never deal in fraud."

"Eh? They really are!"

The disciple was stunned. Without another word, he immediately emptied his savings.

"I'll take one bottle!"

He simply did not have enough money. Otherwise, he probably would have bought them all.

At forty-five spirit stones per supreme-grade Qi Refining Pill, whether he used them himself or resold them, he was guaranteed to profit.

Ding! 450 spirit stones received.

Behind the mask, Jun Wangyou's eyes curved into crescents with delight.

He had made money. Wonderful.

As the disciple's words spread, the onlookers around them stopped hesitating as well.

They all began pulling out spirit stones.

"I-I'll take one bottle!"

"I'll take two bottles! Don't any of you fucking try to snatch them from me!"

"Senior Brother, can I buy on credit? I'll take them all—I'll go get a loan right now."

"Fuck off! If you don't have money, get lost! I'll take ten bottles!"

"..."

Countless disciples scrambled to buy them like madmen, afraid that they would miss out if they were even a moment too late.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious pavilion opposite Jun Wangyou's stall, a woman in red frowned as she looked in Jun Wangyou's direction.

Her name was Nalan Fenghua. She was one of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land's 108 true disciples and apprenticed to the core elder Duan Canghai.

"What's happening over there? Why are those people so excited? Baodan Pavilion has been open for decades, but I've never seen them this excited before."

Nalan Fenghua asked the person behind her.

Behind her, a middle-aged man dressed like a steward immediately stepped forward, bowed, and said respectfully:

"Reporting to True Disciple Nalan, a disciple is selling supreme-grade Qi Refining Pills over there for only forty-five spirit stones each, and he has quite a lot of them."

"Forty-five? Is he so desperate for money that he's gone mad, or is he deliberately disrupting the market?"

Nalan Fenghua frowned slightly, both irritated and puzzled.

The middle-aged steward shook his head slightly. "I don't know either, but this person has an extraordinarily refined bearing. Though he is wearing a mask, he does not seem like the type to have gone mad from lack of money."

"Interesting."

Nalan Fenghua shook her head and said mockingly, "Forget it. Let him do as he pleases. Selling them like that, he'll lose himself to death sooner or later. As long as he can't shake Baodan Pavilion's position, it's fine."

Suddenly, Nalan Fenghua asked the middle-aged steward, "Steward Li, you disappeared for a while just now. Where did you go?"

The middle-aged steward's expression immediately stiffened. He coughed awkwardly and said, "Ahem, well... this humble one also went and bought twenty bottles just now..."

Nalan Fenghua: ...

Nalan Fenghua simply stared at the middle-aged steward.

After a moment, the middle-aged steward felt his heart leap into his throat.

A moment later, Nalan Fenghua suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "True enough. Who wouldn't want a deal that guarantees profit? Don't worry, I don't blame you."

The middle-aged steward immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

But then he heard Nalan Fenghua say blandly:

"Though death may be avoided, punishment cannot. I want you to find out who this person is and where his pills come from.

"If possible, tell him that as long as he has pills priced below market value in the future, Baodan Pavilion will buy them all. But the condition is that he can no longer sell pills in the market."

"Yes, True Disciple Nalan!"

"Mm, go." Nalan Fenghua said softly.

After the steward left, Nalan Fenghua turned to stare at Jun Wangyou. Her gaze flickered slightly as she wondered about something.

On the other side, Jun Wangyou's pills were quickly sold out, almost entirely snatched up.

At that moment, he was happily counting his spirit stones.

There were eighty bottles in total, with each bottle selling for 450 spirit stones, making 36,000 altogether.

"36,000 spirit stones. Making money is pretty easy after all."

Jun Wangyou's eyes lit up. It was as though he had discovered a whole new world.

"Maybe... I should learn alchemy?"

Jun Wangyou stroked his chin and carefully considered whether it was feasible.

He realized that selling pills really was quite profitable.

Moreover, he could produce and sell them himself. If they did not sell, he could use them himself, so the chances of taking a loss were very low.

"Since I'm learning alchemy, should I learn artifact forging too?"

Just as Jun Wangyou was lost in thought, Li Dahai arrived before him as well.

Looking at Jun Wangyou, who had his head lowered in thought, Li Dahai smiled broadly. "Hello there, Junior Brother."