The three of them walked slowly through the crowds on the street. Because Xiao Yan Xiao Ming was in front, the three of them had enough space around them, unlike others who had to squeeze between people.
As Xiao Yan walked along, he looked at the stalls on both sides, which were gradually becoming more and more abundant with goods. A smile of interest appeared on his lips, and a hint of hope appeared on his face.
These stalls may not seem like the best, but they might actually hold some hidden treasures. After all, Xiao Yan had acquired many good items from these unassuming stalls, so he never tired of them, even though there were few things that caught his eye.
Ultimately, these kinds of stalls are all about luck.
As he followed the flow of people toward the city center, Xiao Yan could clearly sense that the number of powerful individuals around him was also increasing.
Unlike elsewhere, in the border region of the Central Region, and even under the command of the three major clans, the experts of the Yuan Zong are considered the backbone of the clans. However, such strength is nothing special in this Glazed City. In fact, under Xiao Yan's soul perception, there are no less than three auras of Yuan Zun level around the street where they are currently located.
As expected of the number one power on the continent, the Pill Tower can attract such a number of Yuan Zun experts to a Pill Gathering, which is just an ordinary city under its command. It is hard to imagine how many experts of this strength must be gathered at the Pill Tower's headquarters.
As Xiao Yan walked through the street, while marveling at the various powerful figures in the city, his gaze swept across the surrounding stalls without pause. Unfortunately, he did not find any extraordinary treasures among them.
Left with no other choice, Xiao Yan quickened his pace. Rather than wasting time on these worthless stalls, he figured it was better to reach their final destination, Pill City, as soon as possible. He believed they would see even more amazing things there.
but...
As Xiao Yan and his companions were traveling quickly, a rather unusual stall suddenly caught Xiao Yan's attention.
On the large stall built of bluestone, there was only a black iron scroll. There was nothing else on it. The stall owner was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, completely ignoring the people examining the iron scroll in front of him.
This behavior drew the attention of many pedestrians on the street, who cast curious glances at him. As for some acquaintances, they gave a mocking chuckle, then shook their heads and left.
The old man was well-known in this Glazed City. He would only buy one item each day and sell it before moving on to the next. However, the iron scroll on the stone platform had been there for almost a month for some reason. Many people had come forward to inquire about it, but the results were always unsatisfactory.
"Old man, you dare to ask for such an exorbitant price for just one scroll of Soul Technique whose details are unknown? Isn't that a bit too greedy?"
At this moment, after examining the black iron scroll in front of them, the people in front of the stall showed impatience on their faces, and their disdainful gazes fell on the old man with his eyes closed.
However, the old man seemed not to hear such contemptuous words. Seeing the old man's attitude, the expressions on the faces of the others darkened slightly. Clearly, they were also quite interested in the iron scroll, but the seller's price and attitude were simply unacceptable.
"Roll!"
Faced with the incessant chatter of the people in front of the stall, the old man seemed to grow impatient. He suddenly spoke, and a threatening voice containing the pressure of the soul was uttered. The people were stunned for a few seconds by the shout. When they came to their senses, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly left with a cold snort.
After that, Xiao Yan stepped forward with great interest. Xiao Siyu, who was standing to the side, frowned as she watched Xiao Yan's actions, her cautious gaze also falling on the old man.
Xiao Ming, however, fixed his gaze on the black iron scroll the moment he saw it, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were deep in thought.
"Sir, may I have the honor of examining this iron scroll?"
Approaching the old man, Xiao Yan smiled politely and asked.
However, the latter completely ignored this. Seeing this, Xiao Yan felt a little embarrassed and smiled awkwardly. Then, with a thought, he gathered his Spiritual Strength and slowly approached the iron scroll on the stone platform.
But when the old man sensed the Spiritual Strength that Xiao Yan possessed, his tightly closed old eyes suddenly opened. He looked at Xiao Yan with a slightly surprised expression, sizing him up, but he couldn't find any young alchemist in his memory who could match him.
At the same time, Xiao Yan channeled his Spiritual Strength into the iron scroll in front of him. After a short period of continuous channeling, sure enough, a Soul Technique was indeed hidden deep within the scroll. However, just as Xiao Yan was trying to explore it, he sensed a layer of restriction reinforced by external force. Upon realizing this, Xiao Yan frowned. If he were to bid for it without even knowing the level of the Soul Technique, probably no one would do such a foolish thing.
After a while, Xiao Yan, having confirmed that there was nothing else inside the iron scroll, could only withdraw his Spiritual Strength with slight disappointment. He then sighed softly, and, still retaining his curiosity, asked the old man:
"I wonder what price you intend to offer for this iron scroll, senior?"
Upon hearing this, the old man slightly raised his eyelids, nodded slightly, and then said:
"Two volumes of high-level, seventh-grade elixir formulas."
"Well..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was taken aback, then a wry smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and said:
"Senior, this iron scroll indeed contains only one Soul Technique of unknown level. If you're going to exchange it for such a price, it's a bit too high."
"Hmph, so you're Tier Seven Alchemist, yet you're such a narrow-minded mediocre person. I overestimated you. Let's go."
The old man chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. These words immediately darkened Xiao Siyu's face. Just as she was about to step forward to argue, Xiao Ming suddenly reached out and stopped her. With a few words, he quietly whispered something to Xiao Yan.
" Soul Stone Iron Scroll..."
Upon hearing Xiao Ming message, Xiao Yan's face, which had just shown disappointment, suddenly froze. After a moment, he silently nodded, and a fiery light gradually appeared in his dark eyes, which were fixed on the iron scroll in front of him.