"Senior Brother, you're stronger than me. What bad intentions could I possibly have? If you don't see the pills in ten days, you can come find me anytime to hold me accountable!"

"I really don't have any extra pills right now," the servant disciple said with a forced smile, keeping his head down.

As he spoke, his eyes spun around, a fierce glint flashing at the bottom of his gaze.

Hmph! In at most ten days, Senior Brother Zhao Yu will be back. He's at the second level of Qi Refining. You took the ten high-grade Foundation Pills he reserved, and when he returns, you'll be in trouble.

"Fine, you better not play any tricks, or the consequences of angering me will be severe," Su Shi'er coldly stared at him, sensing the man's ill intentions, a hint of invisible killing intent flashing in his eyes.

After more than half a year of slaying demonic beasts daily, a faint aura of hostility had naturally formed around him. His temperament was no longer that of the simple boy who had just left the small mountain village.

However, with so many people watching, it was impossible to do anything to this person in public, so he had to suppress his thoughts for the time being.

"Of course! Rest assured, Senior Brother!" The servant disciple repeatedly smiled apologetically, shivering under Su Shi'er's gaze.

This kid, why does he seem a bit terrifying?

Hmph! What's there to be afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he's just a twelve or thirteen-year-old brat!

Thinking this, the servant disciple calmed down again, more determined in his plan.

Su Shi'er ignored whatever scheme he was plotting, leaving a parting remark before turning to leave.

In the courtyard, Zhu Hanwei and the others watched Su Shi'er's departing figure with envy.

If they had Su Shi'er's strength, they wouldn't be bullied by this servant disciple.

At this moment, after sending Su Shi'er off, the servant disciple finally breathed a sigh of relief, coldly glaring at Zhu Hanwei and the others, threatening, "You little brats, if any of you dare to speak of today's events, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Everyone shivered, nodding quickly, and left the Pill Pavilion reluctantly.

However, after witnessing Su Shi'er's skills, they weren't as afraid of the servant disciple anymore.

Find this and other great novels on the author's preferred platform. Support original creators!

"Who would've thought, in just half a year, he'd become so powerful."

"Do you know that person just now?"

"Of course, we came to the Cloud Song Sect together. Half a year ago, he was just a little beggar. As soon as he arrived, the Peak Lord assigned him to the Discarded Pill Room. Who would've thought he didn't learn to read first but started cultivating!"

Walking along the road, everyone sighed with emotion.

"I remember the Peak Lord said that little beggar's spirit root was poor, and his cultivation speed should be slow," Zhu Hanwei said.

"Yeah! His spirit root is so bad, if I started cultivating, I'd definitely be faster. No way, I need to hurry back and cultivate." Reminded by Zhu Hanwei, a round-faced child slapped his thigh and proudly raised his head.

After speaking, the round-faced child glanced at the Foundation Pill in his hand and ran like the wind towards his residence.

Seeing this, the other children followed suit, running towards their homes.

Soon, only Zhu Hanwei was left standing there. He had no spirit root, so his cultivation speed was definitely slower than Su Shi'er's.

Looking back at the Pill Pavilion, then at Su Shi'er walking along the mountain path, Zhu Hanwei hesitated for a moment, looked down at the item in his arms, gritted his teeth, and ran after Su Shi'er.

"Wait, Senior Brother, wait for me!"

"Hmm? You need something from me?" Su Shi'er continued walking, pausing only when he realized the voice was calling him, turning to see who it was.

"Senior Brother, I want to buy some Foundation Pills from you!" Zhu Hanwei said, panting heavily but smiling brightly at Su Shi'er.

"Buy Foundation Pills? Why do you think I'd sell spirit pills to you?" Su Shi'er was a bit surprised, curiously eyeing Zhu Hanwei.

"Foundation Pills are mainly for mortals without cultivation. They're less effective for those with cultivation at the Qi Refining stage. Therefore, many senior brothers with cultivation in the sect trade their annual Foundation Pills for money or other cultivation resources!"

Zhu Hanwei quickly explained with a smile.

So that's how it is. It seems this Little Chubby, being a pill boy for the Peak Lord, has picked up quite a bit of knowledge!

Hearing this, Su Shi'er couldn't help but feel intrigued.

Foundation Pills were indeed of little use to him now, and exchanging them for something else wouldn't be a bad idea.

Thinking this, he didn't show any of his thoughts but continued to ask, "If I remember correctly, you don't have a spirit root, right? What do you need so many Foundation Pills for?"

"The so-called lack of a spirit root is just because the spirit root is obscured and can't naturally manifest. With the help of pills, there's still a chance for the spirit root to appear. Foundation Pills are one of those."

"However, spirit roots born with the help of pills are usually not very strong. That's why no Immortal Sect would waste resources cultivating them."

Zhu Hanwei didn't hide anything, explaining with a cheerful smile.

Su Shi'er squinted, recalling how after consuming a large number of top-grade Foundation Pills, his sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth indeed became clearer. He immediately knew Zhu Hanwei was telling the truth.

Nodding, he continued, "Selling you a few pills isn't out of the question. What price are you offering?"

"High-grade Foundation Pills are priced at one hundred taels of silver each in the trading plaza. If you're willing to sell, I'll offer one hundred and twenty taels each," Zhu Hanwei said excitedly, smiling.

"Trading plaza? The one on Yihuan Mountain?" Su Shi'er raised an eyebrow, remembering it was mentioned in the sect manual.

To the east of the sect was Yihuan Mountain, where a trading plaza was located for Qi Refining stage disciples from various peaks to trade.

"That's right!" Zhu Hanwei nodded quickly, adding, "I also have some small items I've recently collected. If you're interested, we can trade those as well."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small bundle from his arms. Upon opening it, a pile of miscellaneous items was revealed.

Only then did Su Shi'er realize that this guy wasn't as chubby as he looked; he had been carrying a small bundle on his belly all along.

Scanning the items quickly, he saw broken blades, beast hides, beast bones, and even a few unknown books.

His gaze fell on the books, and he picked them up to flip through them.

There were three books in total, one of which was an unknown miscellany. The other two were martial arts manuals from the secular world.

Seeing Su Shi'er's interest in the books, Zhu Hanwei was secretly pleased, though he maintained a serious expression.

"Senior Brother, you have a good eye. This miscellany is said to be written by a very powerful cultivator who traveled the world. Just acquiring it cost me five hundred taels of silver!"

"And these two martial arts manuals, Eight Trigrams Eight Extremes Fist and Shadowless Phantom Steps, are ancestral secrets of my Zhu family. Once mastered, they can break mountains and stones, and leave no trace on snow! Outside, these are priceless treasures!"

As he spoke, Zhu Hanwei began to boast, saliva flying as he did so.