A-9 City, southern apothecary district.
Yang Ling altered his appearance with the power of Subtle Control and changed into a different outfit.
The goods here were dazzling in their variety. The entire street sold items related to spiritual materials.
"Rare flowers and exotic herbs, medicinal pills, and plenty of materials taken from strange beasts. They can be used to forge weapons or made into medicine."
Yang Ling took a deep breath. The smells were incredibly mixed, and now and then, he caught a nauseating stench of blood.
He passed one shop after another, one stall after another.
Occasionally, he stopped to inspect their properties.
"Qi-Nourishing Pill: Increases internal energy experience by 50 points."
"Essence-Storing Pill: Increases martial skill proficiency by 50 points."
"Bone-Growing Herb: Restores 30 health points within one hour."
Things of that sort were all low-grade goods.
"On this entire street, the highest-grade items are Foundation-Nourishing Pills and Spirit-Nourishing Pills. Everything else is just Qi-Nourishing Pills and Essence-Storing Pills."
"These are common pills, and among the pills ordinary Martial Artists buy most often."
Yang Ling remembered seeing similar pills in the major medicine shops back in the Zhao Kingdom. Their names and refining methods might have differed, but their effects were more or less the same.
Some had even worse effects, increasing experience and proficiency by only twenty or thirty points.
"These pills are cheap. Martial Artists without much backing or family wealth usually take these pills when trying to break through to Ninth Grade."
"They contain too many impurities. Taking too many is no good for the body."
Given Yang Ling's current standards, he naturally had no interest in such pills.
Yet he had walked from one end of the street to the other without finding the kind of high-grade pill he wanted, one comparable to the