Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 607 - 610: Martial City Conflict

Ye Qingchen naturally had no idea what happened late at night.

Like the previous day, he once again came to Martial City to set up his stall. He even displayed his Crimson Mist Cauldron as Lu Yanwu suggested.

Unfortunately.

The results were still minimal.

Although quite a few people were drawn to his fiery Alchemy Furnace, they only stopped to glance for a few moments before walking away, heading to other alchemists.

This scene was a source of mockery for many alchemists.

"This kid really has perseverance! No one paid attention to him yesterday, yet here he is again today?"

"Don’t bother with him. Over the years, many alchemists have come to Martial City, but how many of them managed to secure a place? He might find it pointless and leave in a few days!"

One must know.

Every one of these alchemists had been holding their ground in Martial City for three to four years, if not longer.

They were somewhat reputable.

Many cultivators would come from far and wide just to buy the pills they crafted.

Of course.

Among them, the most famous in this Martial City was Alchemist Bai Mu. Many alchemists thought about the most prominent area on Martial City’s streets, where Alchemist Bai Mu was. He diligently refined pills for three hours a day, and it was always bustling.

It’s said he was under the tutelage of the Dan Inference Sect, with exceptional alchemical skills, which was why his business was booming.

Unfortunately, they could only envy this!

In everyone’s view, this newbie to Martial City would leave in disgrace within a few days.

"Alchemist Bai Mu is here!"

At that moment.

A wave of cheers rang out, and many waiting cultivators rushed forward in excitement, their faces flushed with eagerness.

"Alchemist Bai Mu, you’re finally here. I came before dawn; you must refine a pill for me first!"

"Nonsense, I was here guarding my spot since midnight!"

Amidst the crowd.

A young alchemist in a profound robe came with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression extremely proud. He responded casually to the surrounding people’s flattery and ingratiation, not taking it to heart.

"If I can earn enough money soon, I can switch to a Saint Tier Pill Furnace, then find a superior city to serve as a Tributor. After that, why would I need to deal with these cultivators?"

As he thought about this, his gaze suddenly swept over a corner, and he uttered a sound of surprise.

The crowd looked curiously.

And there.

Sitting there was a young man in green robes, his eyes slightly closed, as if in a daze. But the Alchemy Furnace beside him was extraordinarily mysterious, swirling turbulently, not like any ordinary item.

"Who is that kid?"

Bai Mu frowned slightly.

"Oh, he’s a new alchemist in Martial City since yesterday, but hardly anyone has visited him so far. It’s said he charges a hundred Spirit Stones for a bottle of Essence Qi Pill, claiming that you get what you pay for!"

A cultivator immediately replied.

"Hmph!"

Bai Mu snorted disdainfully, "It’s simply preposterous!"

You should know.

Even he wouldn’t dare charge a hundred Spirit Stones for a bottle of Essence Qi Pill.

And other cultivators also began to laugh.

"Is this guy crazy for money?"

"How dare he ask for it? A hundred Spirit Stones for a bottle of pills, you’d have to be out of your mind to buy it!"

These people spoke openly, their voices unrestrained, almost twisting Sea of Zhou’s mouth in anger. Who does a disciple of Dan Inference Sect think they are?

You should know, Ye Qingchen was someone Pill Immortal Liu Yuanzhong wanted to personally take as a disciple.

"Kid, haven’t your elders told you the price of an Essence Qi Pill? A hundred Spirit Stones for a bottle is a price only a master-level alchemist can command!"

"The way you do this, even by next year no customers will come to you."

Bai Mu spoke with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.

Though he seemed to be providing guidance, his attitude was arrogant, as if admonishing a junior.

"Did you hear that?" A cultivator beside him chimed in, "Master Bai Mu is advising you; you should be thankful!"

Ye Qingchen slowly opened his eyes and said, "What does how I conduct myself have to do with you?"

"What did you say?"

Bai Mu arched his brows, a trace of anger in his eyes.

You should know.

All along, whoever saw him, even if not reverent, would at least be polite. Now this kid dared to be impudent in front of him?

"You think you’re qualified to advise me?" Ye Qingchen said indifferently, "In front of me, you’re not even fit to carry my shoes!"

"Such arrogance!"

Not just Bai Mu, but even the other alchemists looked at Ye Qingchen as if he were crazy.

Alchemists rely on their pills to make a living. If your alchemy skills were truly exceptional, these words might hold some weight. But without any customers, you’re just being presumptuous.

"Fine, I want to see just how capable you are!" Bai Mu glanced at the many cultivators waiting around him and said with a cold smile, "After I finish refining my pills, I’ll come back to teach you a lesson!"

...

The number of people in Martial City gradually increased, and the stalls in front of the alchemists became bustling. Those alchemists were busy to the point of exhaustion, but Ye Qingchen’s place remained desolate.

Occasionally, a few cultivators would come by, but upon hearing the price, they would either walk away immediately or mock him.

Lu Yanwu had also advised him a few times, suggesting that Ye Qingchen lower the price, but Ye Qingchen sat there, unmoved, continuing his Qi Refining.

Soon.

The day turned to afternoon.

The flow of people in Martial City began to dwindle.

Bai Mu frowned; he felt there were fewer customers today than usual. The other alchemists, having finished their tasks, noticed Ye Qingchen’s stall and looked at them with mocking expressions.

Lu Yanwu was becoming restless. They had stayed there all day without a single customer, enduring the strange looks from other alchemists. She wished she could hide her head away.

"Kid, stop embarrassing yourself here. You’ve been sitting here all day, how many customers came to you for alchemy?"

Bai Mu came over and said.

At this time.

There likely wouldn’t be many customers left, and he felt it was time to show this kid that there’s always someone better out there!

"Haha, that kid boasted so much, yet didn’t get a single customer. I really don’t know how full of himself he is to ignore Alchemist Bai Mu’s goodwill!" a cultivator sneered.

"Exactly, I thought this kid had some skills, but he’s just all talk!"

Many people looked at Ye Qingchen with mocking expressions.

Ye Qingchen, however, sat there, ignoring them. Just when it seemed to others that he had given up, and the ridicule on Bai Mu’s face deepened, suddenly there was a commotion from afar.

And there.

A group of cultivators came through the crowd.

"It’s Lei Ao? What’s he doing here?"

Many people gasped in low voices.

You should know, Lei Ao was a locally famous bully in Lintian City. Usually, if he wanted to buy something, he’d send someone to Martial City. Why did he come personally today?

"Could he be looking for me?"

Bai Mu frowned.

He didn’t sell pills to Zhu Wenhao when he finished yesterday; could the other party be here to settle accounts? But just as Bai Mu was thinking of how to explain, he saw Lei Ao completely ignore him and casually pushed him aside.

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Lei Ao led his group straight to Ye Qingchen’s stall, cupping his fist abruptly and saying:

"Mr. Ye!"

"Thank you for your life-saving grace!"