"How many spirit stones does this little fantasy grass need?"

Soon, Zhu Wuyang found a target on a cultivator stall on the third level of Qi Refining.

Although Xiaohuancao is not a valuable medicinal herb, it is relatively rare. After taking it, it feels like a psychedelic feeling, making people feel soaring and able to refine some pills to relieve boredom.

Zhu Wuyang has never seen him in Huoyuan Peak. Unexpectedly, he met him just after he came to the Free Market. He could buy it and earn a breakthrough stone after eating it.

"A low-grade spirit stone!" The stall owner Lion said.

Zhu Wuyang rolled his eyes: "One tenth of the broken spirit stone is a low-quality one. If you want, I will buy it. If not, forget it."

"Brother, you're too ruthless in price." The stall owner frowned: "Although the little fantasy grass is not precious, it's rare. I got one by accident. I spent half a piece of low-grade spirit stone when I bought it. You always want me to make some money."

Zhu Wuyang said: "Then add one tenth."

"At least four tenths are added, no, five tenths." The stall owner raised five fingers.

Zhu Wuyang shook his head: "A maximum of two tenths."

"Five out of ten!" the stall owner insisted.

Zhu Wuyang turned around and was about to leave.

"Okay, okay, two out of ten is two out of ten, and together they will be three small pieces of low-grade spirit stones." The stall owner couldn't sit still and quickly called Zhu Wuyang.

Zhu Wuyang touched his pocket and only had seven low-grade spirit stones, which was his monthly salary for several months. Logically speaking, a cultivator with the sixth level of Qi Refining would not have been so small, but who told Zhen Ji to keep staring at him and deduct his monthly salary?

Zhu Wuyang didn't want to bother Zhu Wanzi because of this little thing. Zhu Wanzi probably couldn't solve it, so she had to suffer this loss.

I think he is the dignified Supreme Emperor of Jiuzhao Kingdom and an invincible cultivator with only seven low-grade spirit stones on his body, which is quite embarrassing to say.

So if you can save one point, Zhu Wuyang doesn’t want to be a sucker.

He paid three small pieces of low-grade spirit stones and successfully took away the small Huancao. Zhu Wuyang looked for the next target.

Looking at Zhu Wuyang's figure leaving, the stall owner smiled and made another profit. Although he lost a little and did not achieve the expected goal, it was not bad.

There are too few spirit stones in his hand. Even though Zhu Wuyang tried his best to save, he still spent all of them quickly. However, he did not become a sucker. After all, he is a low-level and medium-grade official alchemist, and he is still very clear about the prices of most medicinal materials and waste alchemy.

Soon, Zhu Wuyang found another target.

Foundation building pill!

To be precise, it should be the foundation-building waste pill!

A foundation-building pill that had been refined was basically useless and was sold by a big mouth monk at the eighth level of Qi refining.

The foundation-building pill is well known. It is the most important pill to help the ten-level Qi refining cultivator to be promoted to the foundation-building powerhouse. Although it is only a low-level top-grade spiritual pill, its value exceeds most low-level top-grade spiritual pills, and the difficulty of refining is also comparable to many low-level top-grade spiritual pills.

The huge Bai Poison Sect can produce several foundation-building pills every year. No matter in any immortal cultivation sect in the southern wilderness, the foundation-building pills are treasures that are priceless but not marketable.

The big-mouthed monk glanced at Zhu Wuyang wearing a hat and thought to himself that he was a poor person who had no money to buy a real foundation-building pill. He wanted to try it with a waste pill. However, there are many great perfect monks who died of the tenth level of Qi Refining Qi who died every year because of taking the foundation-building pill.

Even so, the money you should still need.

The big-mouthed monk lion opened his mouth: "This foundation-building waste pill only has one thousand low-grade spirit stones, and it may help you break through to the foundation-building stage. You will definitely not suffer any losses in one thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"Do you think I look like a fool?" Zhu Wuyang said speechlessly: "A qualified foundation-building pill is only 10,000 low-grade spirit stones. Are you robbing money? You can sell me one thousand low-grade spirit stones for a waste pill."

The big-mouthed monk smiled dryly and said, "Although it is just a foundation-building waste pill, there is a certain chance that the monk at the tenth level of Qi refining can break through to the foundation-building stage, so the price I want is really not high."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll take it if you want it." Zhu Wuyang paid back the money on the spot and cut 990 low-grade spirit stones at once.

The big-mouthed monk's face turned green: "You are too few. I have more than this price on the materials alone. At least I will give me a hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"But this is a waste pill, and the materials are also scrapped, and it is not worth much money at all." Zhu Wuyang said: "If you can restore this foundation-building waste pill into a material, a thousand low-grade spirit stones can be fine. Unfortunately, the materials used to refine this foundation-building pill have been destroyed, and there are a lot of ten low-grade spirit stones."

The big-mouthed monk shook his head repeatedly: "That's not possible. I have also used up a lot of effort to get this foundation-building pill. Ten low-grade spirit stones are not even enough, and at least fifty low-grade spirit stones are needed."

"How about a Qi Recovery Pill?" Zhu Wuyang took out a Qi Recovery Pill: "It is definitely worthy of your useless pill that can save your life at a critical moment."

Seeing the Qi Recovery Pill in Zhu Wuyang's hand, the big-mouthed monk's face changed and his saliva almost flowed out: "This...this..."

"If you don't want it, I'll take it away." Zhu Wuyang acted and wanted to put it away.

"No, no, forget it, I'll suffer some losses and I can sell it to you." The big-mouthed monk said quickly, and hurriedly handed over the foundation-building pill.

Zhu Wuyang put away the foundation-building pill and handed the Qi Recovery Pill to the Big Mouth Cultivator, then left with a smile.

Although this foundation-building pill is useless, it should be able to bring him a lot of breakthrough stones after taking it. After all, it is a treasure comparable to a low-level top-grade spiritual pill.

Moreover, Zhu Wuyang has read so many alchemy books, one of which records the method of cleaning waste pills. Although it cannot turn waste pills into good pills, it can at least weaken its side effects. In this way, Zhu Wuyang dares to take it with confidence.

Although these waste pills have no medicinal power, they can bring Zhu Wuyang the gains of the breakthrough stone, and they will definitely make a profit without losing money.

According to Zhu Wuyang's speculation, this wasted foundation-building pill that could at least bring him dozens of breakthrough stones. This is definitely not a small number, and it can catch up with hundreds of ordinary herbs.

Among the thousands of medicinal materials, medicine residues and waste pills collected by Zhu Wuyang, most of them can only bring Zhu Wuyang a breakthrough stone of 0.00, which is much worse than this waste foundation-building pill.

With the harvest of this foundation-building waste pill, Zhu Wuyang became more interested in the free market. He continued to stroll carefully, looking for medicinal materials, medicinal residues, waste pills, and even spiritual pills that he did not have. He bought three copies of each of them as much as possible, so that he could receive the most breakthrough stones.
Chapter completed!