"Actually, that's not entirely true!"
An old man in the front row turned around and said, "That little girl's hearsay could be the death of someone!"
"If the Spring Rain House's Century-Aged Brew did nothing but enhance a man's vigor, it would have disappeared centuries ago. How could it have survived to this day?"
"In fact, the Spring Rain House's Immortal Brew has two other uses, especially the second..."
He Pingsheng had a feeling this old man knew how to work an audience.
The old man continued, "First, the aged brew contains spiritual essence and energy. Drinking it can improve your cultivation to some degree, but more importantly, it can clear away some of the pill toxins left behind by prolonged pill consumption!"
"That alone is enough to drive cultivators wild!"
"The second use, and the most important one, is that this aged brew can serve as spirit liquid for alchemy, to soak medicinal ingredients and refine golden pills!"
"It can improve both the success rate of alchemy and the quality of the finished pills to a certain extent!"
With that explanation, He Pingsheng understood at once.
So that was it.
It really was good stuff.
"But... isn't buying five hundred jars at once a bit much?" He Pingsheng asked.
The old man said, "They're all master alchemists. They do a lot of alchemy, so naturally they use a lot. But don't worry. Even they can't use that much. Once they've won the auction, they'll most likely resell some outside the merchant association!"
One person couldn't swallow that much, so they would certainly have to share it out.
He Pingsheng nodded. "Thank you for clearing that up, fellow Daoist!"
Then there was no need to bid. He could just wait!
In the end, the five hundred jars of Century-Aged Brew