142: Inferior Body Tempering Pills Amaze the Audience

Lu Xiyue put on her headphones, directly blocking out the voice of the yellow-haired man behind her.

Seeing that the yellow-haired man kept harassing her, Lu Xiyue didn't indulge him and directly called a flight attendant.

Sure enough, as soon as the flight attendant arrived, the yellow-haired man quieted down.

He wasn't stupid; he wasn't a fool without legal awareness.

"Damn, I don't believe that with my shameless spirit, I can't pick up a beautiful woman."

Apparently, the yellow-haired man was still immersed in his own world, completely unaware that he and Lu Xiyue were from two different worlds.

A good girl wouldn't fall for a yellow-haired man; she would only despise him.

As the daughter of the Lu Family, Lu Xiyue had seen all kinds of suitors.

A yellow-haired man?

Isn't that a joke?

The high-speed train arrived at the station.

Ling Xian and Ling San got off the train and exited the station.

Zhou Ying wanted to chat more with Ling Xian and followed beside him.

As her friend, Lu Xiyue could only step forward and follow.

As for the yellow-haired man, he was still a bit smitten; after all, it would be difficult for him to see such a beautiful woman again in his life.

"As long as I'm persistent enough, there will definitely be a chance."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-haired man was dragged into a corner by a burly man.

"Was it you who harassed my young lady?"

The yellow-haired man had never seen such a scene before. Looking at the scar on the burly man's face, he was so scared his legs trembled.

It seemed he had harassed an extraordinary beauty.

However, the burly man gave the yellow-haired man three slaps, making him see stars before he stopped.

As for Ling Xian, he was also a bit overwhelmed by Zhou Ying's enthusiasm.

"Miss Zhou, I have things to do. Perhaps we'll meet again." Ling Xian finished speaking and quickly took Third Aunt to leave.

Zhou Ying stared blankly at Ling Xian's departing back.

"Xiao Ying, he's not someone you can be with." Lu Xiyue immediately saw that Ling Xian was definitely not simple... According to the information Ling Xian received, this trade gathering was being held at a villa in the Wu Family's Southern Spring estate.

Ling Xian headed straight for the Wu Family Villa.

On the way, Ling Xian also encountered several martial artists.

"It is said that this trade fair is not simple. Medicine King Valley is preparing to collude with various prominent families in Southern Spring to monopolize eighty percent of Dragon Country's medicinal herb business."

"Are they crazy? Monopolize eighty percent? They already occupy sixty percent of Dragon Country's high-end medicinal herb market, and they're still not satisfied?"

"I'm just hearing rumors, but it's said that the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley is personally pushing this matter.

This Medicine King Valley is not simple. It is said that they not only possess ancient medical inheritances and a large number of precious medicines, but they are also a formation sect."

"A formation sect?"

"That's right, a formation sect. Their Medicine King Valley has a grand formation, and that's the key.

Otherwise, with so many precious medicines, how could they keep them hidden?"

Ling Xian didn't speak the whole time, listening to the discussions of these martial artists, and was also a bit surprised.

He felt that Medicine King Valley's ambition was not small.

He arrived at the entrance of the Wu Family Villa.

"You can enter, you can enter." The people of the Wu Family kept nodding and letting people through.

When it was Ling Xian's turn, he was stopped.

"Excuse me, sir, you cannot enter. This is a private gathering."

As a Grandmaster expert, Ling Xian's aura was restrained and not apparent, so ordinary martial artists naturally couldn't tell, thinking he was just an ordinary person who had wandered in by mistake.

"We're here for the gathering." Ling San behind him spoke, releasing a powerful aura slightly.

The two guards looked at each other, not expecting Ling Xian to have an expert accompanying him.

They didn't think that Ling Xian, so young and seemingly without any martial prowess, was a martial artist, assuming he was a young master from some family.

"Please leave your names!" the guard said.

"Ling Xian."

"Ling San."

After all, this gathering was open to all, as long as they were martial artists.

Since Ling Xian had an expert accompanying him, he must be aware of the rules of the Martial Arts World.

As soon as he entered the villa, a voice full of surprise rang out: "Ling Xian!"

He looked up and saw Zhou Ying and Lu Xiyue.

"Sure enough..." Ling Xian had guessed he would meet Lu Xiyue when he saw her on the high-speed train; after all, the Lu Family couldn't possibly not attend the gathering.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Ying asked with a hint of worry after her initial surprise.

"Attending the gathering," Ling Xian said.

Lu Xiyue frowned, becoming even more puzzled.

Entering the gathering venue, the hall was filled with various transactions for medicinal herbs, cultivation techniques, and more.

Here, Ling Xian could see martial artists from all corners of the Dragon Country.

Simply because this gathering allowed for the trade of medicinal herbs.

Medicinal herbs were important cultivation resources for martial artists, so naturally, even though this banquet wasn't widely publicized, it attracted a large number of martial artists.

Of course, Ling Xian hadn't forgotten his purpose: to seek revenge on Medicine King Valley and, while he was at it, kill Su Ran.

Suddenly, Ling Xian saw an elder take out a sign and set up a stall on the spot. He asked in confusion.

"You can set up a stall anywhere here?"

"Yes," Lu Xiyue replied simply.

Seeing this, Ling Xian immediately had Ling San find a cardboard sign and wrote with a pen:

"Seeking hundred-year precious medicine, seeking precious medicine to mend foundations, willing to exchange with pills!"

Although precious medicines were rare and they didn't have any, many people still stopped to watch, seeing that pills were being traded.

Lu Xiyue and Zhou Ying were a bit confused. Weren't they here for the gathering?

Setting up a stall on the spot? What the hell?

"Brother, are your pills real? Don't fake them!"

Apparently, there were also cases of fake pills in the Martial Arts World.

Ling Xian thought of the thousand low-grade body tempering pills in his hand and felt a bit nervous.

Low-grade pills are still pills, right?

"Naturally, they're real." Saying this, Ling Xian pulled out a porcelain bottle.

The porcelain bottle contained ten low-grade body tempering pills.

The moment the body tempering pills were opened, the martial artist smelled the pill fragrance, and his eyes lit up.

"It's real!"

"Holy crap, this pill fragrance, I can smell it from here. These pills must be good."

"Even the pills refined by Medicine King Valley disciples can't compare to these, can they?"

"Brother, although the pills are good, isn't one pill for a precious medicine a bit expensive?"

No matter how old a precious medicine was, it had its own rarity.

Especially precious medicines that could mend foundations and were a hundred years old.

Ling Xian was also speechless. These pills were only similar to the body tempering pills he had drawn before, except one was for sustained effect and the other for instant improvement.

He thought he came to the gathering to broaden his horizons, but he ended up becoming the spectacle himself.

"Is this bottle of mine enough?" Ling Xian shook the porcelain bottle in his hand, looking expectant.

Ten body tempering pills. Everyone's hearts stirred at the mention, but where would they get precious medicines?

While precious medicines were good for them, they couldn't be absorbed directly and required an alchemist to refine them, which was too troublesome.

But more importantly, they were rare.

Soon, even the Wu Family and Medicine King Valley disciples were alerted.

Even Lu Xiyue, who had been somewhat aloof just now, showed a hint of surprise.

An elder from the Wu Family, Wu Feng, accompanied by a Medicine King Valley disciple dressed in white robes, slowly walked over.

Wu Feng's tone was gentle as he respectfully asked, "This... young master, no, young friend, could you allow this old man to examine your pills?"

Wu Feng was also an alchemist, and he was very respectful towards the young man who might be an alchemist.

"Sure." Ling Xian didn't care. These pills had minimal effect on him; it would be better to refine new pills from precious medicines.

What's more, he had a thousand of these mere low-grade body tempering pills.