Chapter 907 Stall Management Office
The sign on the table indicates the alchemist's level and the elixirs he is good at refining.
Behind each of these alchemists there are one or two powerful cultivators following them.
"Wenchang, let the others walk around the market and see if there is anything new. We will also go find a stall." Jingtian instructed Wenchang.
After all, bringing more than 20 people with him seemed too ostentatious.
"Sir, there is a special management area over there." Wen Chang pointed to a corner in the market.
Jingtian and his companions saw at a glance that there was a sign for the stall management office hanging above the small room.
Wen Chang gave some instructions to a group of his subordinates, and then followed Jingtian and others to the management office.
Apparently, there are restrictions on entry here, and there is a sign at the door saying "None but alchemists are allowed to enter."
Jingtian asked a few people to wait at the door, and he knocked on the door himself. After receiving a response from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.
The room was not big, with a small bed on one side, an office-type desk and chair, and an old man who looked like he would die at any time sitting behind the chair.
"Rent a stall?"
The old man spoke weakly without even raising his eyelids.
"Yes, this is my first time here, and I don't know what the requirements are." Jingtian stared at the old man, but he didn't feel any aura from him. If he was not an ordinary person, then he was much superior to himself.
But looking at the old man's spirit and energy, Jingtian prefers him to ten ordinary old men.
"There are no conditions. As long as you can prove that you are an alchemist, I will provide you with a sign and a booth for free."
The old man was still weak and never looked at Jingtian while speaking. He just raised his hand and pointed at the wall beside him.
Jingtian turned his head and took a look, only to find that there was a one-meter square "blackboard" hanging on the wall next to him.
It was impossible to tell what the blackboard was made of, and there was no writing on it.
"Um... old man, what is this thing for?" Jingtian scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Another one from the ravine!" The old man looked at him weakly, but then he explained, "The Danli test card, if there is Danhuo, just release a little Danhuo. If there is no Danhuo, use your true energy and release it towards the test card."
"Oh, I see. Thank you, old man." Jingtian understood immediately.
Without giving it any thought, he directly released a trace of Dan Fire, hitting the test card.
boom!
Jingtian never thought that he only used a trace of Dan Fire, but after it came into contact with the test card, the test card actually exploded with a bang.
That's right, the entire test card shattered into pieces on the wall!
Jingtian stared and opened his mouth.
The old man, who was originally going to pick up the wine jug on the table, suddenly paused, and finally raised his head slowly.
Lao Ran took a look at the broken test card, and his cloudy eyes flashed a gleam of light for an instant, but soon returned to a hazy state.
"You destroyed the Danli test card and will be fined 500 intermediate Yuanjing."
The old man quickly came to his senses and spoke slowly. He took out another test card from under the table, walked over slowly, and hung it on the wall again.
"What? Old man, you are not trying to blackmail me, are you?"
Jingtian, who was originally feeling somewhat embarrassed and guilty, immediately became furious after hearing what the old man said.
If the old man was talking about five hundred low-level Yuan Crystals, Jingtian wouldn't care, it was just a matter of five intermediate-level Yuan Crystals.
But this old guy actually asked for five hundred intermediate Yuan Crystals, which Jingtian didn't have at all.
Not to mention that Jingtian really didn’t have it. Even if he really did, it’s impossible for Jingtian to be blackmailed like this!
"Blackmail? You can go out and ask, how much a Danli test card is worth?" The old man rolled his eyes at Jingtian and said lightly.
"This...but I don't have so many Yuan Crystals, what do you think I should do?" Jingtian frowned.
"Is an alchemist so poor?" The old man seemed unconvinced.
"You've said it yourself, I came from a mountain village, it's normal for me to be poor. Five intermediate Yuan Crystals, if you don't want them, I can't do anything about it." Jingtian didn't care and took out five Yuan Crystals and put them on the table.
"Do you still want to default on your debt? Do you believe it or not, if you walk out of this door, a group of people will arrest you?" The old man seemed to be unmoved by Jingtian's reaction. He took the broom and slowly picked up the debris on the ground.
"Then tell me, what should we do?" Jingtian stopped on his way to leave, as he did feel threatened.
Although he brought two Nascent Soul masters with him, this was the world of cultivation, and a market for alchemists could be opened here. Jingtian had reason to believe that he really could not get out.
Unless you take people and hide in the small world directly.
But Jingtian didn't want this.
"What have you got to pay for it?"
The old man sat back in his chair, picked up the wine jug, pulled out the cork, and took a sip.
"What a good wine!" After drinking it, the old man exclaimed with satisfaction.
Jingtian's nose twitched, and then his eyes lit up. He took out a two-jin pot of wine blended with stone milk.
"Old man, I really don't have any Yuanjing. Seeing that you like fine wine, why don't I use this bottle of fine wine as compensation."
"Fine wine? Young man, you think a pot of wine is worth five hundred middle-grade Yuan crystals? Unless your wine can compare to the Drunken Immortal Brew from Drunken Immortal Tower." The old man shook his head slightly.
"I don't know how the Drunken Immortal Wine tastes, but my wine is definitely a hundred times stronger than what you are drinking now. You should try it!" Jingtian said as he opened the stopper of the pot and shook it gently to make the aroma of the wine more intense.
The old man's nose twitched slightly, and his eyes sparkled again; "Give it to me and let me taste it!"
Jingtian smiled, saw a tea bowl on the table, and poured out a cup directly.
Jingtian would not give all the wine to the old man until the deal was reached.
The old man didn't care. He picked up the tea bowl, shook it slightly in front of his nose, and then drank the wine in one gulp.
"Good wine, really good wine, no worse than the Drunken Immortal Wine, maybe even better!"
The wine entered his mouth and then his stomach. The old man savored it for a while and then shouted loudly. This glass of wine lifted his spirits.
Seeing this, Jingtian's eyes flashed with joy. It seemed that this pot of wine should be able to settle the matter.
He reached out and picked up the five intermediate Yuan crystals that had been placed on the table.
The old man, who was originally intoxicated with the wine, was brought back to his senses by Jingtian's little action, and a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes.
"Old man, can this pot of wine withstand the test card?" Jingtian asked with a smile, not caring about the old man's contempt.
"This... one pot is not enough, at least five pots!" said the old man with a turn of his eyes.
"You old man are so unkind. This pot of wine holds two kilograms. If you feel it is not suitable, I will go out and sell this pot of wine, and then come back to return your Yuan Jing." Jingtian said with a smile.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Do you really think that the Immortal Drunken Wine is worth five hundred Yuan crystals per pot? It's only twenty Yuan crystals."
"Huh?" Jingtian was stunned.
"So when I ask you for five jugs of wine, you actually make a profit." The old man looked at Jingtian's reaction and said again lightly.
Jingtian stared at the old man, trying to see something from his eyes.
Unfortunately, the old man was too indifferent, and Jingtian couldn't tell the truth from falsehood in his words.
"Forget it, old man. Anyway, I destroyed something. Five pots is five pots. I give you wine, but you still have to give me a stall. I have to go make pills to recover some of the losses."
Jingtian gave in and took out four more pots of stone milk wine and placed them on the table.
The old man's eyes lit up and he was obviously excited.
The old man seemed not to hear Jingtian's subsequent words. He grabbed the pot of wine that he had opened earlier and took a big gulp.
"It's beautiful, but that's shit Zuixianlou. They even limit the purchase of Zuixian wine. Humph, I'll never go there again!" After praising, the old man complained.
The wine from Zuixianlou is indeed delicious, but the taste is still a little different from the Shiru wine. Not only is the price extremely high, but most importantly, there is a purchase limit.
It's not that the more people queue up, the more you can buy. The total amount sold by Zuixianlou is limited every month. You can only drink it in Zuixianlou. It is impossible to take it away.
"Old man, my stall."
Jingtian didn't want to care about the Zuixianlou Zuixianjiu at this time. He had already paid for the wine anyway. He just wanted to get a stall quickly, set up a stall to refine medicine, collect some spiritual herbs, and practice his skills. This was the real business.
