Following the group forward, after about half an hour of walking, a row of tall houses with blue-tiled roofs appeared ahead. Unlike the run-down farmhouses outside the mountain gully, this area looked more like an ancient town from centuries past.
The ground was paved with grayish-blue stone blocks, and on either side of the road sat people cross-legged, each with a small mat laid out in front of them, displaying all sorts of items.
Among these items, there were quite a few porcelain bottles and jars.
"This market only opens during the Miracle Hand Sect's Pill Conference. You can go buy whatever you need now."
As soon as Dr. Wen Jr. finished speaking, the crowd—already impatient—rushed toward the roadside stalls.
Strength Pills, Qi-Nourishing Pills, Inner Strength Pills...
Evan Lin walked past, glancing at the various pill names stuck to the bottles and jars on display, his eyes calm and indifferent.
"These pills are way too low-grade. They’re basically useless."
Evan frowned slightly. He’d thought there might be something good here, but now it seemed he’d been too optimistic.
Not only that, but the stalls also had some spirit herbs and medicines on display. However, most were just ordinary plants aged fifty to a hundred years—nothing that caught Evan’s eye.
"Master Lin, did you see anything you like?"
Brian Liu followed beside Evan, asking him.
"What could he possibly figure out?" Byron Liu scoffed from the side, clearly skeptical.
Right now, he was just praying they wouldn’t run into that Dr. Liu again.
Experts often appeared around the market, all temporarily hired by Miracle Hand Sect to keep order among the various groups.
The people here were even stronger—most were at the early to middle stages of inner strength.
There were quite a few of them, at least twenty or thirty.
With so many experts gathered in one place, in all of Jinnan, probably only the Southriver Sword Sect and Miracle Hand Sect could pull off something like this.
"These pills are weak, and the quality is even worse. There’s really nothing good here." Evan Lin shook his head, giving his verdict.
"All those pills are sealed in bottles and jars—you haven’t even looked inside, and you’re already saying there’s nothing good?" Byron Liu was finding Evan Lin more and more annoying.
No matter what, that kid had offended Gary Liu yesterday. He was basically a ticking time bomb—if things went south, Gary might take it out on everyone around him.
Hearing this, Evan Lin glanced coolly at Byron Liu. Byron immediately shut his mouth under Evan’s gaze, not daring to say another word.
"This might be the outer market, but the pills sold here are a huge benefit for ordinary people! You, kid—coming in here and running your mouth, acting like you know everything when you clearly don’t. What a joke!"
Behind them, the short Dr. Wen Jr. spoke coldly with his hands clasped behind his back.
The pills inside those bottles and jars really weren’t much to look at, but the prices were sky-high.
Even the most basic little pill cost over two thousand yuan.
As first-grade Little Doctors in the Miracle Hand Sect, their status was extremely low. They made money by bringing people in and taking a cut from the pill sales.
Just now, Dr. Wen Jr. kept glancing around. Most people had bought plenty of overpriced, low-quality pills and looked delighted, which made Dr. Wen Jr. secretly pleased—he’d pocketed a good bit of money.
Only the three in front of him had walked the whole way without buying a thing—this truly annoyed Dr. Wen Jr.
"If you three don’t want to shop or buy pills, then leave now! There’s no point in you staying here—it’s just a waste of time!"
Dr. Wen Jr. gave a cold snort, sweeping his gaze across the faces of the three in front of him.
The people nearby had been picking out pills with strange names—like the ones for boosting virility or nourishing the kidneys, which were bestsellers.
At this moment, they all looked over.
"It’s that kid again!"
"He just got into it with a Little Doctor yesterday, and now he’s provoking another one? Is he not afraid of dying?"
Seeing Evan Lin standing in front of Dr. Wen Jr., many people whispered among themselves, their expressions odd.
Dr. Wen Jr. ignored the chatter, fixing the three with a cold stare. "What, you don’t understand what I’m saying? If you’re not buying pills, you can leave now."
"This isn’t some sightseeing spot. If you’re not buying, plenty of others want to! Standing here just takes up space and gets in the way of real customers."
Hearing this, Byron Liu was the first to plaster on a smile and step forward. "Dr. Wen Jr., don’t be angry—we’ll buy, of course! That’s why we came here, to buy some pills."
"This kind of opportunity is once in a lifetime!"
Byron Liu forced a laugh.
He could swagger around on Ridgecrest Peak, but here he could only act humble.
All right then, let’s buy this bottle of Outer-Strength Vajra Pills. Since I’m in charge, I’ll give you a discount—just two hundred thousand.
Dr. Wen Jr. casually picked up a small bottle from a nearby stall and handed it to Byron Liu.
Two hundred thousand?
Byron Liu was stunned. "But I can’t even use these Outer-Strength Vajra Pills, and the label says one bottle of five pills is only ten thousand."
Byron Liu gave an awkward smile, glancing at the piece of paper stuck to the bottle in his hand—it clearly showed the name and price.
If I say two hundred thousand, it’s two hundred thousand. What’s wrong, too expensive? Dr. Wen Jr. raised his eyebrows.
Byron Liu felt stifled, unable to say anything.
Everyone watching knew exactly what was happening—Byron was getting fleeced by Dr. Wen Jr.
"It says right here it's ten thousand, and we don't even need this stuff." Brian Liu muttered quietly.
No use? So you mean you don't want it?
Dr. Wen Jr. snorted coldly.
Brian Liu was thoroughly scared, while Byron Liu was ready to silently swallow the loss and pay up.
Evan Lin stepped in front of Brian Liu, looking at Dr. Wen Jr. "Selling this trash really makes Miracle Hand Sect look good."
Does Miracle Hand Sect really not have anything decent? Pills like these for two hundred thousand—I'd say two hundred is generous. It's just garbage.
Dr. Wen Jr.'s face changed instantly. He glared at Evan Lin, shouting, "I've put up with you more than once! You really don't know when to quit! Looks like you three came here just to cause trouble!"