50: Chapter 50 Requires Additional Payment

He sighed, gently pushed the Storage Pouch back, and said with a deep, affectionate look, "Brother Ye, you want to make me give up Luo Lili for a mere 10,000 Spirit Stones? That's impossible. My feelings for Luo Lili cannot be bought out by a mere 10,000 Spirit Stones."

Xiao Ye was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this guy to actually have feelings for Luo Lili?

Just as he was pondering whether to try a different approach, Ma Bide spoke up again, his tone carrying a hint of "reluctant sacrifice" and inner conflict, "You need to add more money. At least—20,000."

"Damn it—" Xiao Ye's mouth twitched, "I misjudged you, I really did. I thought you were just reluctant to part with her, but it turns out you just thought it was too little."

Without another word, he took out another Storage Pouch from his bosom and stacked the two pouches on the table, "20,000! Take it, and good riddance."

Ma Bide took the two pouches, his fingers trembling slightly. 20,000 Spirit Stones! He had never seen so many Spirit Stones at once in his entire life!

But the next second, he regretted it deeply.

Damn it—looking at how readily Xiao Ye paid, he had asked for too little!

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak again, but upon meeting Xiao Ye's half-smiling eyes, he swallowed his words back down.

Forget it, quit while ahead. If he angered him, he might not get a single cent.

"Deal!" Ma Bide shoved the two Storage Pouches into his bosom, stood up while hugging the sexy female Cultivator beside him, and said with a grin, "Brother Ye, Luo Lili is yours from now on. Wishing you both happiness!"

After saying this, he turned and left, his footsteps as light as if he were stepping on Wind Fire Wheels, without even looking back.

Xiao Ye watched his back, shook his head, and took a sip from his wine cup.

20,000 Spirit Stones to buy a free Luo Lili.

Worth it.

Next, it was time to go back and let Luo Lili bloom and sprout.

As expected, it wasn't long before she sprouted.

Xiao Ye looked at Luo Lili's slightly protruding belly and let out a long sigh of relief.

All the fields had been sown, but this one was left empty; how could that be? Being a person, one must strive for perfection.

Since he had achieved perfection, it was time to find the next few patches of fertile soil.

Otherwise, having Luo Lili "shoo" him every day wouldn't do!

Besides, this "crime-committing tool" shouldn't be left idle; it gets rusty easily.

One day, Xiao Ye arrived at the Treasure Pill Hall excitedly, carrying 1,000 perfect Foundation Establishment Pills he had refined last month in his bosom. He placed the Medicinal Pills on the counter, arranged in a neat row like building blocks.

"Fellow Daoist Zi Yun, time to move goods!"

Zi Yun was leaning lazily against the back of her chair, drinking tea. She glanced at the Medicinal Pill bottles on the counter, not taking it seriously.

She casually picked up a bottle and poured out one—a Foundation Establishment Pill.

She sniffed it—perfect quality.

She poured out another—still a Foundation Establishment Pill, still perfect.

She poured out another—Foundation Establishment Pill, perfect.

The expression on her face changed from lazy to serious, from serious to shocked, and from shocked to... numb.

"Elder Xiao, are these... all for sale?" Her voice went out of tune, and her hands were trembling slightly.

"Yeah, what, is there a problem?" Xiao Ye sat with his legs crossed, looking calm and indifferent, acting just like a leader inspecting work.

Zi Yun took a deep breath, and her chest bounced "thump, thump, thump" a few times.

Xiao Ye's eyeballs almost bounced along with that rhythm. Coupled with that stunningly beautiful face—damn, who could resist this?

"1,000 perfect Foundation Establishment Pills," Zi Yun suppressed her excitement, though her voice still drifted a bit, "The total value... is 2,000,000 Spirit Stones."

"Mm, that's right." Xiao Ye nodded, "Is there a problem?"

Zi Yun fell silent. There wasn't a problem with the pills themselves, but the problem was—the Treasure Pill Hall couldn't produce that many Spirit Stones!

She bit her lip, rarely showing a hint of embarrassment, "Elder Xiao, to tell you the truth, the Treasure Pill Hall currently... doesn't have that many Spirit Stones. How about you buy some other things instead? Magic Treasures, spiritual materials, Medicinal Pills, anything is fine."

Xiao Ye was stunned. The dignified Treasure Pill Hall couldn't even come up with 2,000,000 Spirit Stones? On second thought, that made sense. Who would hoard 2,000,000 in cash in their shop for no reason? It wasn't like they were running a bank.

"Alright then," he thought for a moment, "You can give me some True Essence Pills, as well as spiritual materials for Tier 2 Medicinal Pills."

"True Essence Pills?" Zi Yun suddenly looked up, her eyes wide and round, "You can refine Tier 3 Medicinal Pills now?"

True Essence Pills were Tier 3 Low Grade Medicinal Pills. Could this guy have quietly advanced to a Tier 3 Alchemist?

"No," Xiao Ye waved his hand, speaking the truth, "I just wanted to take some spiritual materials back to try my hand at it."

"Oh—is that so." The light in Zi Yun's eyes dimmed instantly, and her voice returned to that indifferent, aloof tone.

Xiao Ye watched the change in her expression and wondered inwardly: I didn't become a Tier 3 Alchemist, why are you so disappointed? What does it have to do with you?

Zi Yun was silent for a moment, as if she had made a difficult decision. She looked up at him, her eyes carrying a hint of cautious expectation, "Elder Xiao, if one day you become a Tier 3 Alchemist... could you help me refine a cauldron of perfect Ningjin Pills? I will definitely reward you generously afterward."

Ningjin Pills?

Xiao Ye's heart stirred. He knew about this Medicinal Pill—if a Foundation Establishment Cultivator ate it, it could increase the probability of a Breakthrough to the Golden Core Stage by 10%.

Don't underestimate this 10%. Among 1,000 Foundation Establishment Cultivators, usually only one could achieve Core Formation.

A one-in-a-thousand probability. After taking a Ningjin Pill, it becomes one-in-a-hundred.

Although it was still not high, it had already increased tenfold.

It seemed Fellow Daoist Zi Yun must have already taken a normal Ningjin Pill—and failed.

That was why she pinned her hopes on perfect quality—a perfect Ningjin Pill could increase the probability by 15%, which was 5% more than a normal one.

"Sure," Xiao Ye slapped his thigh and said with a grin, "When I become a Tier 3 Alchemist, I'll refine the first batch for you."

Zi Yun's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she rarely revealed a faint smile.

But the next second, Xiao Ye added another sentence, "However—you have to agree to one request of mine first."

Zi Yun's smile froze on her face.

A request? What a familiar line, what a familiar trope?

Isn't this the same as those male Disciples who wanted to bully her when she first joined the Sect?

She took a deep breath, and her chest bounced "thump, thump, thump" again, causing Xiao Ye's blood pressure to soar.

"What do you want to do?" Zi Yun crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him vigilantly, "I am a Pure Cultivator, not a casual person."

"Fellow Daoist Zi Yun, don't misunderstand." Xiao Ye looked sincere, his eyes as clear as mountain spring water, "When I saw you, I thought of my grandmother, so I really wanted to... hug you."

"Grandmother?"

"Mm!"

"Really just a hug?" Zi Yun was half-doubting, her brows furrowed into the shape of the character " river".

"Yes, a hug." Xiao Ye nodded like a garlic masher, his expression as innocent as a three-year-old child.

After hesitating for a long time, Zi Yun gritted her teeth and agreed. For the sake of the Core Formation Breakthrough, it was just a hug... it wouldn't be anything, right?