People immediately crowded around Qiao Ranran, asking for treatment and readily offering the appropriate fees. Others were running low on elixirs. After all, no one had expected to suddenly fall into the God-Demon Battlefield Ruins. The opportunity was tempting, but the losses had risen sharply too.
After so long, many had nearly exhausted their elixirs and wanted to trade with Qiao Ranran for ones they could use. Besides, the elixirs she refined were far better than most. But she was hard to find, and getting elixirs from her was no easy matter. Even her senior brother Zhou Lukang only occasionally received a few to trade for her pocket money, and only people especially close to him could buy them.
Qiao Ranran gave most of her elixirs directly to her fellow sect disciples and close friends, none of whom would casually sell them.
But while traveling, Qiao Ranran had always been easy to talk to. As long as the price was right, she did not mind selling elixirs to cultivators she had met a few times. Some brought fresh spirit plants to trade instead—not because they lacked spirit stones, but because they thought a Medicine Cultivator like Qiao Ranran would prefer high-quality spirit plants delivered to her doorstep.
Qiao Ranran welcomed them all.
Seeing that Qiao Ranran was on the verge of setting up a street stall, Yan Qingsui was about to make a quip when Tao Doudou yanked him aside.
"What are you doing?!"
Tao Doudou looked ready to smack Yan Qingsui in the face with her sword. "Senior Brother, just don't say anything. Nothing nice ever comes out of your mouth anyway."
Yan Qingsui: "??" Was that really something his own junior sister would say to him?
"What were you about to say? Were you going to mock Sister