Chapter 380: It Is Indeed a perfect qi gathering pill

Qin Ming shook his head and said, "Forget it."

The Martial Artist touched his head embarrassedly and said to Sima Shuo, "I cannot afford a perfect healing pill, so just give me a bottle of Low Grade healing pill instead!"

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Our shop does not have Low Grade Medicinal Pill; our shop only has perfect quality pill. If you want a Low Grade Medicinal Pill, go to another shop!"

"Ah!" The Martial Artist was startled, looking at the dazzling array of jade bottle on the shelves, which were fully stocked with everything from third-grade to fifth-grade Medicinal Pill.

Could these all be perfect quality pill? How many Spirit Stone must these be worth?

"Clean up the Medicinal Pill on the floor and replace it with a new jade bottle." Qin Ming turned and walked towards the inner room, then thought for a moment and added, "Sima Shuo, from now on, our shop will only sell one bottle of Medicinal Pill to each Martial Artist, and only one hundred bottles per day. Close the shop once they are sold out, so you won't be overwhelmed."

"Oh. Okay." Although Sima Shuo did not know why his master wanted to do this, he nodded anyway.

After Sima Shuo cleaned everything up and saw the Martial Artist out, he returned to guarding the shop.

Sometimes, he could not help but open the jade bottle on the shelves to look at the Medicinal Pill inside, and would even find himself counting them.

Sometimes, when he saw someone passing by the shop entrance, he would suspect them of wanting to steal the Medicinal Pill inside, becoming somewhat paranoid.

It was mainly because these perfect quality pill were all left out in the open, and since the value of these Medicinal Pill was so high, he felt a bit uneasy.

…

After the Scarred Martial Artist went out, he headed straight for the tavern.

"Hey, Scar, weren't you going to buy a healing pill? Why are you back so soon?" A Short-Haired Martial Artist saw the Scarred Martial Artist and laughed.

The Scarred Martial Artist hurried over to the Short-Haired Martial Artist and said, "Do you know what I encountered just now while buying a Medicinal Pill?"

A Female Martial Artist with a fiery outfit nearby laughed, "What, did you run into a Demonic Beast?"

"Nana, you're here too!" The Scarred Martial Artist touched his head and shook it, saying, "I didn't run into any Demonic Beast! How would Yan City allow a Demonic Beast to enter? I just saw a perfect elixir in a Pill Shop."

"A perfect elixir." The Short-Haired Martial Artist patted the Scarred Martial Artist on the shoulder, "Scar, I know you were injured this time, but the injury is on your ribs, not your head. Why are you talking nonsense?"

The Female Martial Artist with the fiery figure burst into laughter.

"It's not!" Seeing everyone laughing and disbelieving, the Scarred Martial Artist became anxious, "It's true! Right on Pill Fire Street, there is a newly opened shop, and it is full of perfect elixir."

"Pfft…" The Female Martial Artist could not hold it in anymore and laughed out loud.

The Martial Artists in the entire tavern also burst into laughter.

The Scarred Martial Artist became anxious, grabbed the Short-Haired Martial Artist's hand, and dragged him outside, "Let's go, I'll take you to see."

"Okay, okay. I'll go, I'll go, alright? Stop pulling." The Short-Haired Martial Artist said.

Meanwhile, the Female Martial Artist with the fiery figure and a few other Martial Artists who wanted to watch the show felt they had nothing better to do, so they followed behind the Scarred Martial Artist, wanting to see what the fuss was about. They wanted to see the situation that made the Scarred Martial Artist believe the entire shop was full of perfect quality pill.

They did not believe at all that anyone would sell perfect quality pill in a shop.

"There, that's the one." The Scarred Martial Artist pointed at the Qingya Pill Workshop and said to the Short-Haired Martial Artist, "You promised, if there really is a perfect elixir in this shop, you will lend me the Spirit Stone to buy a bottle of perfect qi gathering pill."

"How could there be a perfect elixir? If there really are perfect quality pill here, I guarantee I will lend you the Spirit Stone to buy one." The Short-Haired Martial Artist walked into the Pill Shop brazenly, slapped the counter, and said, "Someone said you have perfect elixir here. If you do, give me a bottle of perfect qi gathering pill."

The few Martial Artists who were watching the show and the Female Martial Artist with the fiery figure all walked in.

"Okay, okay!" Seeing customers, Sima Shuo happily took a bottle of third-grade Medicinal Pill from the shelf and handed it over.

"Hmm?" The Short-Haired Martial Artist took it suspiciously and opened the jade bottle, wanting to see what trick this young man was up to.

"Is this a perfect qi gathering pill?" The Short-Haired Martial Artist poured out a Medicinal Pill, examined it carefully, and couldn't help but count, "One, two… eight, nine. Nine lines. It really is a perfect qi gathering pill."

Meanwhile, the Martial Artists behind him who were watching the show all looked at the Medicinal Pill in the Short-Haired Martial Artist's hand in astonishment.

The Female Martial Artist with the fiery figure squeezed to the front and said, "Give me a bottle of perfect qi gathering pill as well."

"Alright!" Sima Shuo took a bottle of qi gathering pill and handed it to the Female Martial Artist.

The Female Martial Artist quickly poured out a Medicinal Pill and held it in her hand to examine it: "Not bad, this is indeed a perfect qi gathering pill."