Chapter 33

Wang Lin had no interest in the Creation Pill. Seeing that the price had already been bid extremely high, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Wang Hao. It seemed that Wang Hao would not be able to obtain the Creation Pill.

Just as he was thinking this, Wang Hao suddenly shouted loudly, "Spirit Seizing Pill, 230 pills!! This is my limit. Any more, and I won't trade!"

The scene fell silent for a moment. 230 Spirit Seizing Pills was already a very high price, and few people would exceed it. However, the Creation Pill was extremely rare, and many people were quite unwilling to let it go.

At this moment, the person who had taken out the Creation Pill suddenly laughed and said arrogantly, "You think 230 pills can get my Creation Pill? Dream on! I won't trade for less than 2000 Spirit Seizing Pills!"

Hearing the other party's tone, Wang Lin felt it was very familiar. He carefully examined the person and thought it was most likely Wang Zhuo, but he couldn't be sure, as the other party's figure, voice, and appearance were all hidden in thick black mist.

Wang Hao hung his head, not saying a word for a long time. Everyone at the trading session was stunned by the other party's arrogant words, and no one made any further offers.

The person hosting the trading session cleared his throat and said, "Alright, since no one is trading for the Creation Pill, let's move on. We'll continue with the trading."

Not long after, someone else brought out an item and started shouting. Soon, it was Wang Lin's turn. He took out a small bottle and said, "A mysterious liquid, one drop equivalent to one Spirit Seizing Pill. There are about 100 drops here. I only want the incantations for the third layer and above of the Qi Condensation stage." After saying this, he opened the bottle, and immediately a light and ethereal aura wafted out.

Many people were quite moved. The Spirit Seizing Pill was a finished pill, though it contained spiritual energy, it could only be taken orally. This liquid, however, had many uses. If used in pill-making, it would surely have a miraculous effect.

Even in the refining of magical treasures and flying swords, it could increase their spiritual properties.

Immediately, someone shouted, "The incantation for the fourth layer of Qi Condensation, I'll trade with you!"

Wang Lin raised an eyebrow and said, "Only the fourth layer?"

"I'll trade the incantations for the fourth, fifth, and sixth layers for your mysterious liquid, how about that?" another person shouted from the side.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and shook his head. "I want all the incantations from the third to the fifteenth layers."

"Junior Brother, aren't you making things difficult for us? Even the strongest among the disciples, Zhang Kuang, the second senior brother, has only reached the sixth layer of Qi Condensation. He only has the incantations for the seventh, eighth, and ninth layers. The incantations for the tenth to fifteenth layers are only possessed by some senior uncles," the person immediately laughed lightly.

Wang Lin was taken aback and hesitated. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from not far away:

"If you have 200 drops of this liquid, I can give you all the incantations from the fourth to the ninth layers!"

Everyone looked over and saw a man in purple robes walking down a small path. He was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with a cold demeanor. He had not used a shape-changing or voice-changing pill. When he arrived, he scanned the crowd, and everyone immediately felt a chill, bowing respectfully:

"Welcome, Second Senior Brother!"

The man in purple robes ignored them and stared at Wang Lin, saying, "Do you have 200 drops?"

Wang Lin's heart raced, his pupils contracting sharply. The aura emanating from the other party gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, far surpassing anyone he had seen in the Hengyue Sect.

Neither his master Sun Dazhu nor Senior Brother Zhang could compare to this person.

"This liquid I obtained by chance. Besides these 100 drops, I have a few dozen more for my own use. I don't have that many," Wang Lin said respectfully.

The man in purple robes pondered for a moment, then threw a jade slip with his right hand. "Forget it. Give me the rest of the liquid, and these incantations are yours!"

Wang Lin caught it, scanned it with his divine sense, and confirmed it was correct. He immediately took out another small bottle from his storage bag, placed it gently on the ground along with the previous bottle, and did not approach the other party.

The man in purple robes glanced at Wang Lin, then without a word, used his hand to grab the two bottles from a distance, put them in his pocket, and scanned them with his divine sense. He nodded and said, "If you get more of this liquid, you can find me in the back mountain. Whether it's the Creation Pill, flying swords, jade talismans, or even the incantations for the tenth layer and above of Qi Condensation, I can get them for you." With that, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing. The other party's words before leaving were extremely malicious. Others might not immediately understand the hidden meaning, but he had been smart since childhood and was clear about many things, even if he didn't say them out loud.

The hidden meaning of the other party's words was that anyone who had this liquid could trade for any item with him. With one sentence, he had pushed Wang Lin to the edge of extreme danger.

Although he couldn't see the others' gazes, he felt a sense of being watched, indicating that some of them were secretly paying attention to him.

However, since Wang Lin had decided to bring out the spiritual spring water, he had already anticipated the possible problems. Therefore, he was not panicked and calmly surveyed the surroundings.

The trading session continued for a while, and eventually ended. Those who had traded for satisfactory items were happy, while those who hadn't were disappointed. Each person had their own thoughts and left one by one.

Wang Lin did not leave with Wang Hao but secretly attached dozens of immortal talismans to his legs, dashing out like a sword, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wang Hao, being a quick-witted person, immediately understood and followed suit, attaching immortal talismans and quickly leaving.

The other disciples who had revealed valuable items at the trading session also did the same, hastily fleeing without a word.

A few inner sect disciples who had harbored ill intentions toward Wang Lin's mysterious liquid were startled by his sudden speed. By the time they wanted to chase him, he was already out of sight. They cursed a few times and left.

Some of the more advanced disciples could not openly chase after him, as this was an inner sect trading session. If any killing or robbery occurred, and the other party's master found out, they would not let it go easily.

While running, Wang Lin continuously attached immortal talismans to his legs. The speed increase from these talismans was cumulative, and with dozens of them, his speed was already extremely fast. In no time, he returned to the sect.

What he feared most was the man in purple robes. After returning to the sect, he did not immediately go to the miscellaneous affairs office but carefully hid in an empty room.

When the sky began to brighten and the shape-changing and voice-changing pills lost their effects, revealing his true appearance, he cautiously walked out. Fortunately, he did not notice any abnormalities on the way. After returning to the miscellaneous affairs office, Wang Lin immediately entered seclusion to cultivate, no longer concerning himself with any secular matters.