Jiang Ke’er stepped into the Kuanglong Hall – Dan Sect Alliance Flagship Store.
This shop was clearly much larger than other sect-run pill stores… it practically had the grandeur of a department store!
The pharmacy spanned three floors, each packed with bustling cultivators.
Rows upon rows of exquisite pills were wrapped in thin, transparent membranes, displayed like jewels inside hard, clear glass counters, revealing their original alluring luster and maximizing the purchasing desire of passing cultivators.
Moreover, since today was the grand opening, this flagship store of the Dan Sect Alliance not only had a full stock but had even brought out the sects’ most treasured guardian pills!
From Grade A and Grade B Hemostatic Pills to Eight-Turn Bone-Rebirth Pills, Luo E Pills… and so much more, everything imaginable was on display, truly a grand exhibition of rare and precious pills!
Beside these pills, various lavish crystal glassware and rare plants were arranged, presenting an appearance far beyond Jiang Ke’er’s means.
But none of that was the point. The real point was that—all these pills, like the others, were wrapped in a faint transparent membrane and displayed behind the counters.
Jiang Ke’er couldn’t help but stare in fascination, as if intoxicated by the magnificent and splendid colors, her eyes filled with longing.
By the pill counters stood numerous guards of Six Qi and Seven Luminaries Realm, who looked down on Jiang Ke’er’s dazed and silly expression with disdain.
Obviously, she was just another countryside bumpkin who had never seen such splendor before, so mesmerized she couldn’t even walk properly. That dazed stare suggested she was trying hard to memorize the appearances of the pills, probably to brag to her equally unsophisticated friends later.
But since she was blocking the view of other customers by lingering here, they couldn’t just ignore her.
“Hey, move aside!” one of the guards at the counter said coldly to Jiang Ke’er. “Either buy something or get lost. Don’t cause trouble here!”
Unexpectedly, she ignored the warning, standing still for a moment.
The guard sneered, feeling both disdain and a slight pity as he looked down on this insignificant ant.
—A small cultivator like her probably wouldn’t be able to afford any of these pills her entire life, nor see them more than a few times, and today’s glimpse was likely the highlight of her entire life.
—Look at that pitiful, greedy expression, so humble that she could only beg to take a few more glances, because after today, she would never see them again.
—Meanwhile, as a Senior Disciple of the Duan Kong Sword Sect, he not only could afford these pills but also held the authority to chase her away. With just a word from him, he could shatter her beautiful illusions and dreams about those pills.
“Ah, sorry, sorry,” Jiang Ke’er hurriedly bowed in apology and turned to the next counter.
—Look at her kowtowing and lowering her head like that.
The guard smiled slightly, his heart filling with a deep sense of satisfaction.
—Such an obvious gap.
—The life of the strong was just this simple, plain, and dull.
Jiang Ke’er spent two hours finally staring down every precious pill in the luxurious counters.
Unknowingly, her notebook was already filled with a whole page of pill names.
With the help of Appraisal Technique, her mind was packed with countless pill formulas.
Feeling eager, she really wanted to rent an Alchemy Furnace and start practicing, but she actually headed in the opposite direction.
To the south of the market district, on the very street she had just walked down, there was a Space Pouch store.
It was a new shop, and the craftsman inside seemed rather inexperienced—probably a beginner.
Business there was basically deserted.
Because the Space Pouches looked simple and plain, almost shabby, just ordinary pouches that could hold items.
Moreover, each pouch’s internal space was small, indicating poor scaling and the maker’s lack of skill.
But the quantity was large—thousands of these defective Space Pouches were crammed haphazardly throughout the shop.
Because business was so bad, the shop owner had to slash prices desperately, hanging a clearance sale sign at the door, making each pouch cost less than a tenth the price of a normal Space Pouch.
Jiang Ke’er had chosen this shop precisely because of the low prices. During her night-long stroll, she not only browsed all the nearby pill shops but also visited Space Pouch stores—ultimately deciding on this one.
She stepped inside the store.
It was quite dim inside, so Jiang Ke’er had to raise her hand and illuminate the surroundings with Sacred Light.
“Customer?”
From a pile of Space Pouches stacked like a small mountain came a slightly aged voice.
Then the owner added, “Pick whatever you want, they’re all one Spirit Stone each.”
One Spirit Stone—that price was just a little above cost.
Jiang Ke’er stood on tiptoe and saw an old face wrinkled and creased.
His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes vacant, yet his hands were agile as he stitched quickly on Spirit Cloth. Occasionally, he lifted a Cinnabar Brush, drawing crooked but barely effective Space Pouch Array runes inside the pouches.
Within minutes, he could produce a temporarily new Space Pouch. Although its appearance was awful, it was indeed a Space Pouch.
Suddenly, his hands stopped moving, and he cocked his head toward Jiang Ke’er, “Are you buying or not? Why are you staring at this blind old man like that?”
Only then did Jiang Ke’er notice that his ears were downturned goat ears—he was a Sheep Tribe craftsman.
“Buying, all of them,” Jiang Ke’er replied.
The old man curled his lips, “Another self-righteous fool. If you’re feeling sorry for this blind old man and have money you don’t know what to do with, then please leave.”
“No, I really need this batch of Space Pouches,” Jiang Ke’er said seriously. “I’ve just browsed the entire street and among all the shops in Jing City, yours has the cheapest pouches… and your pouches just happen to meet my needs.”
“My eyes may be broken, but my brain isn’t,” the old man stood up, quietly reaching for a stick beside him. “What could anyone want with some broken pouch made by a blind man? If you can’t answer me, I’ll have to kick you out!”
“Lucky Bags!” Jiang Ke’er said matter-of-factly.
The old man paused and seemed even more annoyed. “Lucky Bags? These bags don’t look lucky at all! If you give someone such an ugly lucky bag as a gift… I wouldn’t hit you, but they’d kill you!”
“No! Not that kind of lucky bag!”
Jiang Ke’er laughed, “It’s a lucky bag used for System Lottery draws. Maybe you haven’t heard of it… but soon enough, you’ll understand. By the way, do you have more of these pouches in stock? I want all you’ve got!”
The old man was stunned.
“Also, any future Space Pouches you make—I want all of those too!”
The appearance of a lucky bag didn’t matter as much as what was inside it!
I can’t be the only one constantly tormented by the System Lottery every day~
Happiness should be shared!
Then I’ll share it with the entire Shenzhou Continent!