Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 427: Selling Pills

One after another. Quickly, bottles occupied a large portion of the surface.

Lio Han observed in silence.

Hundreds of pills. All carefully organized. Each bottle in its proper place.

The one hundred and fifty Rank 3 pills, green jade bottles, lined up in rows.

The one hundred Rank 4 pills, blue jade bottles, darker, denser.

The fifty Rank 5 pills are in black jade bottles with golden veins.

And finally...

The bottle contained the five Perfect Qi Gathering Pills, white jade, translucent, almost transparent.

Lio Han took a deep breath.

Even seeing that for the second time... it was still impressive.

He began evaluating them quickly. Bottle by bottle. Rank by rank. Purity by purity.

A few minutes later, he finished.

"The one hundred and fifty Rank 3 pills are worth approximately twenty thousand medium-grade spirit stones."

"Blood Recovery Pills, Meridian Purification Pills, and Qi Stabilization Pills, all of high quality."

"The one hundred Rank 4 pills are worth around fifty thousand."

"Qi Gathering Pills, Qi Explosion Pills, Core Strengthening Pills."

"The fifty Rank 5 pills..." He paused briefly.

"One hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones."

Kyrian remained silent. Lio Han continued.

"And the five perfect pills."

"Thirty thousand."

At the end of the calculations...

"Two hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones."

Even Kyrian felt satisfied.

Two hundred thousand. A single sale.

Alchemists truly possessed an absurd ability to generate wealth.

Of course, that was only true for those who possessed talent.

Most alchemists, those who struggled to reach seventy percent purity, would never achieve this level.

Producing pills with eighty percent purity was already considered excellent.

In smaller cities, sixty percent purity would already receive praise.

But Kyrian was different. He refined perfect pills. And he did so repeatedly. Without relying on luck. Without relying on chance.

It was an enormous difference.

The spirit stones were transferred.

One by one, from his ring to Kyrian’s, in a constant stream of light.

Moments later, two hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones rested inside his spatial ring.

But Kyrian did not intend to stop there. He looked at Lio Han.

"Do you sell pill recipes here?"

Lio Han nodded, a calm gesture, as if he had already expected the question.

"We do."

"Recipes from other regions as well?"

"Yes."

"But only for registered alchemists."

Kyrian pointed at his own badge, the metal gleaming beneath the light.

"Then I can buy them now."

Lio Han smiled.

"Exactly."

Kyrian leaned back in the armchair, the velvet yielding softly beneath his weight.

"Rank 5 recipes?"

"We currently have three available."

"Which ones?"

Lio Han answered immediately, reciting from memory.

"The Soul Concentration Pill Recipe, used to strengthen and cultivate the soul and spiritual endurance, useful for cultivators who face mental attacks."

"The Qi Explosion Pill Recipe, which temporarily increases the destructive power of Qi but causes exhaustion after use."

"The Body Strengthening Pill Recipe, which strengthens muscles, bones, and tendons, useful for cultivators who rely on physical combat and also prepares them for the next realm."

Kyrian’s eyes gleamed subtly. All of them were useful. Especially because they came from other regions. Different knowledge. Different methods. Different perspectives.

"I’ll buy all three."

Lio Han did not seem surprised.

"Each one costs twenty thousand medium-grade spirit stones."

Sixty thousand. Kyrian immediately took out the stones, a stream of light, a swift transfer.

After confirming the transaction, Lio Han handed over three golden scrolls.

Each one, rolled up and sealed with red wax, contained a complete recipe.

Instructions. Ingredients. Temperatures. Timings. Everything.

Kyrian stored them carefully in his spatial ring to avoid damaging them.

Then he took out another scroll. A list.

He handed it to Lio Han.

"I want one hundred herbs of every material on this list."

Lio Han received the document, the paper rustling softly between his fingers. His eyes quickly scanned the names.

Roots. Flowers. Fruits. Bark. Crystals.

One hundred of each. It was a lot of materials. A great many.

Then he raised an eyebrow.

Kyrian continued.

"And enough materials for fifty batches of the three new recipes."

Lio Han completed the calculations mentally.

His expression changed slightly, from surprise to understanding.

"With the discount from your badge..."

"Around forty thousand spirit stones."

Kyrian handed over the amount without hesitation. Another forty thousand.

Approximately one hundred thousand spirit stones remained in his possession. He made a few mental calculations.

One hundred thousand sounded like a lot. But in reality...

It wasn’t that much. Especially for someone who needed to buy cultivation techniques. Battle techniques. Books. Scrolls. Information. All of that cost money.

And a lot of it.

’Looks like I’ll need to refine more pills.’ He thought.

Lio Han stood up, a fluid and elegant movement.

"I’ll prepare everything." And left the room.

The door closed behind him with a click.

Kyrian returned to observing the city through the window.

The crowd in front of the association was still there. But now it seemed even larger. The circle had expanded.

More people were joining, drawn by the commotion, the movement, the spectacle.

Kyrian saw that several people were trying to help the man, kneeling beside him, hands placed on his body, Qi flowing.

But apparently without success. The man continued convulsing. Continued screaming. Continued suffering.

He did not pay much attention.

It was not his problem. It was not his responsibility.

His focus was elsewhere. On the new recipes. On the herbs. On the next steps.

Fifteen minutes passed. The room remained silent. Kyrian did not move.

Then, the door opened once more.

Lio Han returned. This time, carrying a spatial ring. Not Kyrian’s ring, but a separate ring made of dark metal.

He approached and handed over the object.

"All the herbs are inside."

Kyrian accepted the ring. He made a quick inspection. His consciousness plunged into the internal space.

Everything was there. Hundreds of herbs. Dozens of materials. Ingredients are sufficient for countless refinements.

"Thank you."

Lio Han nodded.

"It was a pleasure."

Kyrian stored the ring on the same finger, beside the others.

Then he stood up. His visit to the Alchemists Association was complete. He had received the badge. Sold his pills. Purchased new recipes. Purchased materials. Obtained everything he wanted.

"Then that’s all for today." He said.

Lio Han immediately stood up as well, without hesitation.

"Allow me to accompany you to the exit."

Kyrian nodded.

The two walked toward the door. They left the room. Following the silent corridors of the Alchemists Association.

Passing by closed doors, with their complex inscriptions and glowing formations.

Passing by the alchemists at work, some in their laboratories, others in their offices.

Passing by the employees moving about, carrying trays, carrying bottles, carrying knowledge.

Toward the first floor.

And toward the bustling city that awaited them outside.