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"This …" Wu Hui's expression became somewhat difficult, but after thinking about how the Fan family was also a large family within the Tiandu City, he felt relieved and said, "Alright, I'll sell you a bottle."

After he finished speaking, Wu Hui took out a small porcelain bottle.

Fan Sheng's face, which was originally filled with anticipation, suddenly had a look of displeasure. He thought to himself that this Apothecary Bai was really stingy, and only took out one bottle. But Fan Sheng did not decline, there were no third grade Pill Master in the Fan family, if it was a third grade pellet, it was something the Fan family needed. Although there were third grade Pills on the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion, they were extremely expensive. Fan Sheng was willing to buy them from Bai Wuya.

Fan Sheng opened the cap of the bottle, wanting to see what pill the other party had taken out.

The moment it opened, the rich fragrance of the pills filled the entire hall on the second floor. The surrounding people who were buying also looked over in shock, and their eyes were full of respect.

Pow!

Once it was opened, Fan Sheng immediately closed it again. His face was filled with shock and disbelief.

"This is …" "This is …" After saying a few words, Fan Sheng also did not say what it was.

"There are three middle level Qi Gathering Pill s inside. If Senior Fan needs it, I can sell it to you. " Wu Hui said, he did not mind. He had already refined hundreds of Grade Four Medicinal Pills in the Imperial Family. This time, he was here to sell a portion of it.

It's a Tier 4 pill!" "Apothecary Bai, what you took out was a Tier 4 Qi Gathering Pill!" Fan Sheng said in a low voice, shocked. His eyes were so passionate that it seemed as if flames were about to spew out of them. Normally, he would be accumulating wealth from his clan for a few years just to buy a grade four medicinal pill. Now that he had three grade four Qi Gathering Pills that were of great assistance to his cultivation, how could he not be excited?

"It's a grade-4 pill. I wonder how much Senior Fan can offer?" Wu Hui nodded and said.

"This …" Fan Sheng lowered his head in thought, but the medicine bottle in his hand was not willing to return to Wu Hui.

After a while, Fan Sheng raised his head, his face slightly flushed red: "I am willing to take out a million Drill money to buy these three Qi Gathering Pill, I don't know …"

Qi Gathering Pill were considered to be a relatively precious type of pellet. Normal Qi Gathering Pill s would sell for four hundred thousand in Treasure Pavilion, and at this moment, Fan Sheng took out one million Drill money to buy three Qi Gathering Pill s. Moreover, this was only a mid-tier pill, so its value should be even higher.

Wu Hui did not mind. This was his first time doing business and he was happy to make small profits.

Nodding his head, Wu Hui said: "Okay, deal!"

"Yes, I will get someone to send it over immediately." Hearing that Wu Hui had agreed, Fan Sheng's face was filled with joy, he anxiously went to telepathic transmission and became a member of his own clan. Fan Sheng was a Seven-star Martial Master, his Spiritual Sense was powerful, and naturally it could extend to his own clan.

Although he was slightly embarrassed, he did not return the medicine bottle in Fan Sheng's hands to Wu Hui as he was afraid that Wu Hui would go back on his words.

"Senior Fan, do you still need any Tier 4 Pills?" I can buy you some more. " Wu Hui said again, seeing the excitement on Fan Sheng's face.

"Ah, you still have more." Fan Sheng was so excited that his face flushed red, but he helplessly said with a pleasantly surprised look in his eyes: "If you say there's no need, it's fake, but the family really can't take out any more wealth."

Since Fan Sheng had said so, Wu Hui did not try to sell them to him. The value of a fourth ranked pill was extremely high, and it was already not bad if an ordinary large clan could buy one or two of them. It would not be better to compare the wealth of the Treasure Pavilion with that of others.

Wu Hui and Fan Sheng chatted as they walked, until they reached the counter in the middle of the hall.

Behind the counter, a black-clothed old man was looking at Wu Hui with blazing eyes. It was the Wind Manager.

At first, Wu Hui was unable to see through his cultivation, but now he realised that Wind Manager was already at the peak of Nine-star Martial Master, just a step away from stepping into the Martial King.

"Did you take out the grade-4 pill from before?" When he first saw this person, the other party was still at the Heaven Grade and could actually not see through his cultivation. However, Wind Manager knew that the young man in front of him must have already reached the realm of a martial artist, to be able to reach such a degree at such a young age, his cultivation talent could only be described as heaven defying.

Earlier, when Fan Sheng opened the bottle cap, the medicinal fragrance filled the great hall, Wind Manager naturally felt it, and now he asked Wu Hui a question with some surprise.

"En, not bad. It's my pill. I want to sell some Rank 4 pills. I wonder how many pills Treasure Pavilion can purchase." Wu Hui did not say how many Level 4 Pills he had, and even asked Treasure Pavilion how many he could purchase. If the method of questioning was different, it meant that the meaning was different.

"Oh? How many Rank 4 pills do you still have that you can sell to my Treasure Pavilion? I will take as many as you have. " In response to Wu Hui's words, the Wind Manager had her own self-confidence. The Treasure Pavilion had the backing of an empire's imperial family.

Wu Hui nodded his head, with a wave of his hand, a row of porcelain bottles appeared on the counter.

"I wonder how many of these pills Treasure Pavilion can purchase?" On the counter, there were no less than ten bottles of medicinal pills of various sizes.

"These... "These are all grade-4 pills?" Looking at the dozen or so bottles of pills, Wind Manager's expression changed. There were at least a dozen or so pills.

"Of course it's a fourth grade pill. There are Healing pill s, Qi Gathering Pill s, Barrier Breaking Pill s, and even a bottle of Heavenly Star Pill. There are a total of forty pills, could Wind Manager please calculate how much they are worth? " Wu Hui said.

"What?" "Forty pills." Hearing this number, Wind Manager's face turned green, while Fan Sheng was stunned.

No matter how experienced and knowledgeable they were, they had never met someone who could do such a thing.

The fourth grade spirit pellet had already left the peak of Tianfeng Empire, and every pellet that appeared would cause a huge commotion. Now there were forty pills, how could the Wind Manager and Fan Sheng not be shocked?

However, Wind Manager was still a Nine-star Martial Master. A moment later, he suppressed the shock in his heart.

With a flick of his hand, a porcelain bottle opened up. Inside were three pure white pills.

"Fourth-rank Healing pill, and it's a mid-grade one at that, not bad!" Wind Manager nodded his head. He did not stop and quickly checked the dozen or so porcelain bottles. There were a total of forty pills, most of them medium level pill s, only a few low grade pills.

Quickly calculating the price of the pellets in his heart, the Wind Manager said: "Apothecary Bai, of the pellets you have, the value of the Healing pill is the lowest, generally speaking, our Treasure Pavilion's purchase price is two hundred thousand Drill money, but yours is a medium level pill, the price is higher, two hundred fifty thousand per pellet, one Qi Gathering Pill for three hundred thousand, one Barrier Breaking Pill, one half a million Drill money, and eight hundred thousand Drill money for the Heavenly Star Pellet. I calculate, and in total it is sixteen million Drill money. I wonder if you are willing to trade. "

"Sixteen million." Wu Hui nodded his head, he was still able to accept the price, Wu Hui knew that if the pills were sold in Treasure Pavilion, their value would be much higher, but Wu Hui did not care, and he only took out a small part of it.

"Alright, then it's sixteen million Drill money."

Wind Manager did not pay for it on the spot. After all, he did not have the money to afford such a huge sum of money.

"Apothecary Bai, I wonder if you could wait for two hours. I'll go gather the money." Wind Manager was also excited, if he could make this deal, Treasure Pavilion would earn a lot of profit.

Wu Hui nodded his head, he knew that the pill he took out was extremely valuable and it was understandable that Treasure Pavilion would not be able to take it out in a short while.

Wu Hui and Fan Sheng were waiting.

Just then, a Innate Martial Master came out from the teleportation circle. Seeing Fan Sheng, he hurried over and spoke a few words in a low voice before passing Fan Sheng a Storage Ring.

"Apothecary Bai, take a look. There's a million Drill money in here." Fan Sheng handed the Storage Ring over to Wu Hui.

Wu Hui scanned through and looked at the diamond storage card inside, it was a whole million Drill money.

"That's right, Senior Fan. It can be said that we've met several times. If you need any more Grade 4 pills, just tell me and I'll sell you some." Wu Hui said. He had a good impression of Fan Sheng.

"You still have more." Hearing Wu Hui's words, Fan Sheng almost jumped up, the other party had already taken out 43 Fourth Rank pills, and could still say such words, could it be that the other party was a Grade Four Pharmacist?

Thinking about it, Fan Sheng's face showed surprise, he looked at the other party's indifferent expression, and an absurd thought appeared in his mind, the young man in front of him must be Grade Four Pharmacist, if not, he would not have casually taken out so many Grade Four Pellets.

Fan Sheng made a guess, but he didn't know what Fan Sheng was thinking. Right at this moment, Wu Hui felt the teleportation circle on the second floor tremble slightly, and another one came up.

Seeing this person, the corner of Wu Hui's eyes twitched. He felt extremely helpless in his heart, why was it him!

The one who came up was an old man in his sixties to seventies. He was dressed in a long grey robe and had an extremely extraordinary demeanor, so who else could it be that was Ji Xiaoyao?

Wu Hui didn't think that the person who would come was Ji Xiaoyao. He saw him almost every single day in the Imperial Palace and every time he saw him, Ji Xiaoyao would always ask him various questions. it was clear that they weren't of the same generation as, and instead considered themselves as juniors. This made Wu Hui a little embarrassed.

This time, when he went out and came to the Treasure Pavilion, Wu Hui was truly speechless when she met him again.

However, Wu Hui had disguised himself and his cultivation had already reached Innate Martial Cultivator 3 stars. The disguise pill was extremely mysterious and could not be seen through even by the Martial King, so he was not worried that Ji Xiaoyao would be able to see through his true appearance. Wu Hui only wanted to trade immediately so he could leave Treasure Pavilion and avoid being so awkward.

When Ji Xiaoyao came to the Level Two area, he immediately rushed to Wu Hui's side with a trace of surprise in his eyes. He came to Wind Manager's side. Ji Xiaoyao opened his mouth and said: "Wind Manager, you said that there is someone here to sell a large amount of Rank 4 pills. Is that true?"

Upon seeing Ji Xiaoyao, the Wind Manager cupped his hands and bowed, "Pill Master Ji, this is the youth who is selling rank four pellets. He has forty pellets in total, and has a total of sixteen million Drill money."

"Forty pills, such extravagant work." Ji Xiaoyao turned towards Wu Hui. His eyes were filled with shock, and a sense of familiarity arose involuntarily.