22: Sold out directly

Qin Xiangling paid the Spirit Stones without another word, placed the sweet potato pills into her Storage Pouch, and gracefully departed. She left behind a crowd of dumbfounded onlookers and the Gray-Robed Stall Owner, whose jaw nearly hit the ground.

Lin Jingyu tossed the Spirit Stones in his hand into the air. Everyone's gaze followed the stones as they rose, then fell, finally disappearing into his embrace.

The sales channel was opened, and he had secured repeat customers.

That wasn't important; what mattered was the recognition from Qin Xiangling, a female Cultivator who was clearly extraordinary.

Once she casually promoted it within her circle.

Customers would continuously flock to him in the future.

By then, he would not only be able to repay the fifty Spirit Stones owed to the Black Wind Stockade but also make a huge profit, enough to purchase some Medicinal Pills and put cultivation on his agenda.

Suddenly, someone stopped in front of the stall.

This was a youth dressed in fine clothes, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was tall and slender, with a handsome, almost perfect face, skin as fair as jade, and a pair of clear, bright eyes that seemed to hold starlight.

He wore an extremely well-tailored Moon-White Brocade Robe, the hem embroidered with intricate Flowing Cloud Patterns in silver thread, and a belt inlaid with warm, luminous Spirit Jade around his waist.

The youth's gaze swept over the stall Lin Jingyu was tidying up, finally resting on the sign on the white cloth next to it, which read "lins sweet potato balls, ten for one Spirit Stone." His eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly.

A hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

"sweet potato pills?" the youth asked, his voice clear and pleasant, like the striking of jade stones. "Do you have any more?"

Lin Jingyu stopped what he was doing and politely replied, "Of course. Fellow Daoist, how many boxes would you like?"

"I'll take one box."

The youth casually took out a Low-Grade Spirit Stone and placed it on the table.

The Gray-Robed Stall Owner nearby didn't react much anymore.

He was squatting behind his stall, beginning to doubt his life.

In his decades-long career, he had never encountered such a strange thing.

Everyone wasn't coming to buy his cheap, delicious, clean, and hygienic sweet potato pills.

Instead, they were flocking to the expensive ones.

Could it be that Cultivators had achieved universal prosperity and wealth, and he was the only one accidentally left behind?

Lin Jingyu first handed over a box of sweet potato pills, and only after the youth naturally accepted it did he put away the Spirit Stone.

The youth did not look or smell it first like ordinary people; instead, he directly picked up one pill and put it into his mouth.

The movement was casual, yet carried an ineffable elegance.

He chewed slowly, his clear, star-like eyes slightly closed, seemingly savoring something deeply.

A moment later, he opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed and vanished, and his gaze turned keenly toward Lin Jingyu, his tone carrying a hint of certainty and investigation:

"hundred-year mountain sweet potato? Although the amount used is extremely minuscule, and the processing technique cleverly blends and conceals most of the aura, this pure, gentle, and vibrant Spiritual Qi... it can't be wrong! It's at least the core essence of a hundred-year mountain sweet potato!"

Lin Jingyu's heart trembled violently. He involuntarily recalled the intelligence predicting the tragedy involving his sister and Little Miss. A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back!

The youth actually tasted the hundred-year mountain sweet potato in a single bite!

Lin Jingyu had only added a tiny bit of hundred-year mountain sweet potato during production. If this secret were to spread... the consequences would be unimaginable!

He desperately tried to maintain composure, showing a hint of well-timed surprise and confusion: "hundred-year mountain sweet potato? Fellow Daoist must be joking.

How could I possess such Spirit Medicine? It's just some ordinary mountain sweet potato found in the wilderness, plus a bit of Ancestral Technique."

However, he quickly realized he had said the wrong thing.

Previously, to make the sweet potato pills seem extraordinary, he had fabricated a story about a master behind him.

Saying this now was equivalent to admitting that he personally refined these sweet potato pills.

Fortunately, the youth hadn't been present earlier, and Lin Jingyu hadn't kept repeating those advertising slogans.

The youth stared fixedly at Lin Jingyu, his clear gaze seeming to penetrate the heart. Lin Jingyu's heart pounded wildly under his scrutiny, and sweat beaded on his palms.

After a few breaths, the youth suddenly broke into a smile, like melting ice and blooming spring flowers. The sharp, probing aura from moments ago instantly vanished without a trace.

"Is that so? Then your 'Ancestral Technique' is truly ingenious, capable of transforming ordinary mountain sweet potato from decay into wonder."

His tone was relaxed, as if his previous questioning was just a casual remark. With a flick of his hand, an exquisite Brocade Pouch appeared and was tossed directly to Lin Jingyu.

"Regardless of whether it contains hundred-year mountain sweet potato, the flavor is certainly unique, especially the pure Spiritual Qi inside, which suits my taste perfectly. I'll take all of these."

He pointed to all the Jade Boxes on Lin Jingyu's stall.

Lin Jingyu subconsciously caught the Brocade Pouch; it felt heavy in his hand. Opening it, he found exactly thirty-seven Low-Grade Spirit Stones inside!

"Fellow Daoist, you truly know quality! My sweet potato pills are definitely worth the price. Just now, a Fairy bought a box, tasted it, and said it was even better than the pastries at the Bright Moon Pavilion in the inner area.

She immediately came back and bought ten boxes!"

Lin Jingyu's lips curled up involuntarily. He truly hadn't expected someone to buy out all his sweet potato pills.

It was a heaven-sent surprise.

The youth said plainly, "Your craftsmanship is worth this price. I will return tomorrow at this time. I hope you can prepare more." After speaking, without waiting for Lin Jingyu's reply, the youth waved his hand.

An invisible force swept past, and the Jade Boxes on the stall instantly vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there.

Having done all this, the youth nodded slightly toward Lin Jingyu, and a voice entered his ear—*If you have hundred-year mountain sweet potato, bring it. I will give you sufficient compensation.*

He then turned and floated away. The moon-white figure quickly merged into the crowd and disappeared. From start to finish, he carried an air of transcendental detachment.

Lin Jingyu looked at the youth's figure and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He concentrated and thought for a while, digging through the memories of the past few days.

If he remembered correctly, it was three days ago, when he came to buy the three spring flower, that he saw this person arguing with a stall owner.

At that time, the dispute arose because the stall owner used solomons seal rhizome to deceive him, substituting it for mountain sweet potato.

However, this person couldn't even distinguish between ordinary mountain sweet potato and solomons seal rhizome, yet he could detect the hundred-year mountain sweet potato.

Lin Jingyu's expression was fluctuating.

Being able to produce nearly forty Spirit Stones was enough to show the youth's wealth.

Trading the hundred-year mountain sweet potato directly might also be a good choice.

But he still felt uneasy. What if this was a trap?

If so, not only would he lose the hundred-year mountain sweet potato, but he might also lose his life.

Throughout the entire process, the Gray-Robed Stall Owner beside him seemed to have been immobilized, mouth agape, eyes wide as copper bells.

He stared intently at the direction the youth disappeared, then stiffly turned to the Brocade Pouch containing dozens of Spirit Stones in Lin Jingyu's hand, and finally, his gaze fell upon the pile of sweet potato pills wrapped in Oil Paper on his own stall... boundless jealousy sprouted in his heart.

It made his face twisted and ferocious.

Fifty Spirit Stones!

He sold them for a full fifty Spirit Stones!

That was more than he sold in two months.

The key was that the profit was at least forty-eight or forty-nine stones.

This profit was simply terrifying.

If they weren't inside the Market District, he would have transformed into a Bandit Cultivator.