Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

The woman, furious, pointed a finger at the black-robed stall owner, her voice shrill:

"You unscrupulous merchant! The Spirit Restoration Pills you sell are nowhere near as good as you claim! The side effects are terrible. My Daoist partner suffered from spiritual energy disorder after taking them and went into qi deviation. Look at him now!"

The man beside her convulsed violently again, letting out suppressed groans. The veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms, and he swayed precariously.

The surrounding crowd took a few steps back, but no one left; instead, they gathered even closer.

People who love to watch the drama unfold are the same everywhere.

Yu Yan frowned slightly and moved to the side, but did not leave immediately.

He glanced at the man in pain, then at the black-robed stall owner, his gaze lingering for a moment on the porcelain vases.

A Spirit Recovery Pill costs three spirit stones.

It's ridiculously cheap.

The answer now seems clear.

The stall owner in the black robe remained seated, motionless.

Those unremarkable eyes swept over the woman, then landed on the man in pain, before slowly looking away.

"so what?"

His voice remained muffled, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"You didn't ask any questions when you bought it, and now you're coming to me with this problem?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then her anger intensified:

"you--!"

"What do you mean, 'what ...'?" the black-robed stall owner interrupted her

My business was ruined just like that, and I was furious.

"You think you can sell a Spirit Recovery Pill for three spirit stones? The normal price for a Spirit Recovery Pill on the market is ten spirit stones. I'm selling it for three; didn't you even consider why you were buying it?"

The woman opened her mouth, but was momentarily speechless.

The stall owner in the black robe continued:

"Want to buy good pills at a low price? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

He reached out and slowly pulled several porcelain bottles from the stall back into his arms, his movements unhurried, as if he were doing something perfectly ordinary.

"I'm selling Spirit Restoration Pills, that's true. They restore spiritual energy quickly, that's also true. As for the side effects..."

He paused, his unremarkable eyes looking at the man in pain.

"If you don't ask questions before eating, and then come looking for me afterward, I'm sorry, I don't offer after-sales service."

"Shady businessman!"

The woman trembled with rage, supporting her swaying partner with one hand while suddenly reaching for her waist with the other.

A flash of inspiration.

She pulled a willow-leaf dagger from her storage bag; its blade was slender and gleamed with a chilling light. The tip pointed directly at the black-robed stall owner, spiritual energy flowing through the blade, emitting a soft hum.

"So what if you're all eloquent and persuasive?"

"I'll tell you!"

The woman's voice was filled with a gnashing hatred.

"We've investigated all the cultivators who bought pills from you before! They all experienced the same symptoms as my partner after taking your Rejuvenation Pills!"

She took a step forward, the tip of her knife almost touching the black-robed stall owner's chest.

"A rogue cultivator took your pill, and three days later, his spiritual energy went berserk, causing him to die on the spot!"

"There's one more. Although he's not dead, his dantian is damaged, and he'll never be able to break through again in this lifetime!"

"You think we dared to come to you unprepared?"

The woman's eyes reddened, her voice trembled with tears, yet remained fierce:

"While I don't want to make a big fuss now, I'll return the money I paid for the Rejuvenation Pills and cure my partner's ailment."

"Otherwise..."

"How long do you think you can survive the retaliation from our group?"

The stall owner fell silent.

His gaze lingered on the woman's face for a moment before sweeping over the crowd of onlookers.

Among the crowd, some people were whispering, some were glancing around, and a few cultivators moved forward imperceptibly, subtly blocking several directions.

It seems that this couple isn't the only ones seeking revenge and trouble.

He had been selling his wares in different locations for the past few days, but he never expected to be caught in the end.

It seems I can't run it normally.

The stall owner knew it.

Sigh, all the earnings from setting up a stall these past few days are going to go to waste again.

He slowly stood up, seemingly succumbing to the other party's threats.

"What do you want?"

"I already said that." The woman pushed the tip of her knife forward, almost touching his black robe.

"Return the money you paid for the Rejuvenation Pills, and then heal my Daoist partner. As for the other victims, you can deal with them yourselves."

The stall owner was silent for a moment, then chuckled a few times.

"well……"

He laughed as he took a step back.

Seeing this, Yu Yan, who was hiding in the crowd, frowned slightly and slowly retreated behind the crowd.

The woman frowned, gripped the knife in her hand, and was about to step forward when she saw the stall owner suddenly raise his hand.

A beam of light flew out from his sleeve and headed straight for the crowd.

That's a storage bag!

"Bang!"

The storage bag suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Countless spirit stones poured out from within, raining down on the crowd!

Not only are there spirit stones, but also elixirs.

One by one, round pills popped out of the storage bag, mixed in with the rain of spirit stones, and rained down on the onlookers.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment.

"There's a top-grade, first-tier Spirit Gathering Pill!"

I don't know who had the sharp eyes, but they shouted it out first.

That shout was like lighting a powder keg, and the crowd instantly erupted into chaos.

"Spirit Gathering Pill? A high-grade, first-tier one?"

"It really is! I saw it!"

"Rob it!"

The cultivators who were originally just watching the spectacle now rushed towards the spirit stones and pills falling from the sky like madmen.

Some people leaped into the air to grab the pills in mid-air, some pushed and shoved, some cursed, and some even started fighting. Spiritual light and magic flew everywhere.

"Mine! This is mine!"

"The capable shall prevail."

"Get out of here."

"Who stepped on my hand!"

The situation was completely out of control.

The monk couple were swept away by the surging crowd and staggered about.

The woman protected her Daoist partner, desperately wielding the willow-leaf knife in her hand.

The man's face contorted in pain as he stumbled and nearly fell several times.

I never expected the stall owner to have such a trick up his sleeve; I've completely miscalculated this time.

"Get out of my way!"

The woman screamed and desperately cast protective spells, barely managing to shield the two of them.

Before long, some cultivators with low cultivation levels who overestimated their abilities and tried to steal spirit stones and pills lost their lives.

Yu Yan stood at a distance, quietly watching all of this.

He watched the cultivators frantically scrambling for the loot, the couple separated by the chaos, and the black-robed stall owner disappear into the depths of the alley amidst the commotion, his gaze calm.

A first-grade, high-quality Spirit Gathering Pill.

For these independent cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining, this is indeed a rare and valuable item.

No wonder they were snapping them up like crazy.

but……

Yu Yan's gaze fell on the couple.

The woman finally helped the man out of the crowd, and the two staggered into the depths of the alley.

The man's complexion worsened, turning as pale as a sheet of paper. He was unsteady on his feet and could only stand with the woman's support.

A qi deviation caused by a disorder of spiritual energy is a serious matter; without timely intervention and treatment, death is the only outcome.

Yu Yan thought for a moment, then followed.