CHAPTER 163 FOUND PRIMITIVE STONE (PART ONE)

Lotus City lay within the coveted Lotus Holy Land. If its level of prosperity was measured, it would not

even be ranked lower than a country of profane world.

On its busy streets where everyone was welcome, it would be noticed that there were disciples from

every major Holy Land wandering around the area. Lotus City, letting its rich heritage and diverse

population thrive, was the most prosperous city among the eight Holy Lands.

"I'd better put on a mask."

Darren would secretly be paying a visit to Medicine Pavilion later. Little did anyone know, he already

had looted too many valued elixirs from the pavilion so he planned his disguise for him not be

recognized. Medicine Pavilion was abundant of mighty rule cultivators who would risk anything to fulfill

their cause. They could definitely kill him by all means if they intended to.

Darren carefully concealed the strength of his cultivation base as he was putting on his bronze mask

that perfectly fit his sharp facial features, before heading to Medicine Pavilion.

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covering their faces could be found everywhere. A lucky day for Darren, he would not be noticeable

and suspicious with a mask on his face.

In no time, Darren had found himself entering the Medicine Pavilion.

On the ground floor, there was a lobby crafted in perfectly equal sizes of a square where many elixir

counters could be found.

As he was looking for the perfect moment, Darren fixed his sight on the elixir counter he was searching

for—the one boosting the Spirit Power.

"What sky-high price they are!" Darren was nothing but dumbfounded.

The offered elixirs for lifting Spirit Power were available in different levels: low, medium, high, and

superior. Even with a lot of choices spread out in front of him, he could not move on as to how much a

fortune the elixirs cost! Imagine even the low level elixirs cost 100 ink stones one piece—more

expensive than anything he bought for himself for the past years.

Ink stone was the currency that the Holy Land honored. One ink stone was equivalent to the value of

one superior spiritual herb.

Darren was indeed conflicted. Darren's Spirit Power level was under ten, particularly level six. He

needed to refine at least a thousand pieces of low level elixirs so he could rise to level seven. It would

cost him one hundred thousand ink stones.

"It almost costs my life! It is too expensive." Even if he had collected one hundred thousand superior

spiritual herbs from the Starry Tower, his stash was running low.

"At that time, I looted up the medicine chamber and didn't find such kind. These pills were an upgrade,

surely refined by other alchemists." Darren hoped for a better deal so he checked the Space Ring. To

his demise, he wasn't able to find inside the kind of elixirs he wished to be available.

He had to ask himself as to what he should do next. As he was back at his senses, he realized that it

was impossible to rob again and also not worth the risk.

"I'd better exchange some ink stones first so I could afford some of these." Darren gave himself a pat

on the back as he had collected thousands of superior spiritual herbs which could be exchanged to ink

stones.

He proceeded at the right side of the lobby, at the small stall near the brick wall, the place for

exchanging ink stones.

"Young fellow, what do you have for exchange?" an elderly man asked as Darren picked up his bag to

rummage for his goods.

'If I may, I would like to offer you my superior spiritual herbs in exchange for three thousand ink stones."

That was all Darren had in his Space Ring.

"Hmm. Young fellow, you look worried. You must be running low on money." The elderly man

expressed while he was stroking his mustache and shifting his glances to the desperate client.

"That's crap." Darren was not in the mood to joke around after being thrown with insult.

"Young fellow, watch your temper." The elderly man didn't care if he might offend his visitor with his

remarks. He grinned, his yellow teeth showing, and said, "If you want to earn some money, I have a

way."

This old man had seen the frustration in Darren's eyes. Who would not be worried if your only chance

to level up was far beyond your reach? Just like Darren, there were around a hundred more people this

yearning for a good deal elixirs every day.

"I'm not interested."

Even with a tempting promise for money, Darren had no interest in hearing out what the old man was

about to offer. It was clear for him that his goal was to have enough ink stones, but he was aware that it

would need to break his back in earning the amount he had to raise for the elixirs.

After the exchange, Darren was handed over three thousand ink stones. He then ignored the old man

and went directly to get the elixirs he was plotting to have.

"Oh, Jaya! What a pity! You have lost much commission again." A young man with a petite physique

walked up to the old man and expressed his dismay over the trade.

"Hmm. Rest assured. You'll sure be rich if you will continue working with me! That guy's cultivation

base is far from the level of a beginner of Mysterious Realm. Even if we recommend him to Prison

Battle Arena, he would only win one round at best and we could only acquire a hundred ink stones.

There is no need to waste one's breath for an unfavorable outcome."

"That's true, Jaya. Someone who seems to have the cultivation base of eighth stage of Mysterious

Realm is proceeding this way. It looks like we're going to profit from this by making a bundle."

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After he accomplished what he came there for, Darren half-heartedly headed out of the room with three

pieces of his precious low level Spirit Power elixirs. Confrontations were all over the exchange station.

"Damn it! One thousand ink stones just for one round? Are you robbing?" A humongous and

intimidating man whose cultivation base was at the eighth stage of Mysterious Realm, reacted out loud.