A few days later, Lin Yun opened his shop in the Market, and the number of people coming to offer Demon Cores immediately surged.
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Although most were Level Five Demon Cores that no longer particularly interested him, after some picking and choosing, he still gathered his monthly quota of thirty. Those who returned empty-handed were deeply disappointed, but none dared say much.
Over the past few years, word had gradually spread that Lin Yun had made the Fengle Merchant Alliance eat humble pie. Rumor had it that he and his Dao Companion possessed a secret joint-attack technique that let them rival a Nascent Soul cultivator when they fought together.
Thus, facing someone who was all but a Nascent Soul cultivator, most cultivators seeking pellets naturally did not dare speak out of turn.
After accepting this batch of Demon Cores, Lin Yun waited inside the shop.
Before long, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, dressed in a red skirt, came calling.
"Greetings, Senior Lin." The beautiful woman approached Lin Yun, her eyes rippling with seductive charm as she spoke in a sweet, delicate voice.
Lin Yun glanced at her and frowned. "You're the one who wants me to refine a Level Eight Spell Pellet? But your cultivation is only at late Foundation Establishment. Can you produce an Eighth-Level Demon Core? If you're here to amuse yourself at my expense, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Hehe, how would I dare make fun of you, Senior? I do indeed have an Eighth-Level Demon Core that I would like you to refine into a Spell Pellet. But do you really want me to take it out here? It is an Eighth-Level Demon Core, after