Although the level of the knife was not high, its price was definitely not low. After all, so many people did not have a temple. With this knife, he could at least get a foothold. Even if he could not lie down, he could sit down.
Du Feng did not have much money to begin with, so he wanted to use it to buy elixirs. As long as he advanced to the sixth stage of the Divine Weapon Realm and entered the main city, he could have as many of these knives as he wanted. When that time came, it would be a small matter for him to help Zhuang Biisi and the others get a temple.
"Forgive me, but you should go over there to take a look at the elixirs."
The vendor pointed to an old man not far away, who was selling elixirs. The night market was also divided into factions. Not everyone dared to sell elixirs. Ordinary vendors did not dare to earn this money. This was also why East Thearch said to let Du Feng try first. If it did not work, he would ask someone to buy it from the city.
"Alright then, do you accept these things?"
Du Feng saw that the peddler had a lot of miscellaneous items, so he asked the peddler if he wanted to buy the items he had. After all, it was quite tiring to set up a stall, and he did not have a stall yet. If he rented a stall, he did not know if this pile of miscellaneous items would be enough to pay for the stall.
"Uh … How many people did you rob?"
The vendor took a look at Du Feng's things. He was too embarrassed to say how many people he had killed. This was because his items were very miscellaneous and came from many different worlds. Du Feng's own miscellaneous items came from the Upper Realm and the True Immortal Realm.
The scar-faced man he robbed came from another world. The key was that the scar-faced man himself had also robbed four or five people. In addition, the scar-faced man's senior brother usually robbed other people's items. Now, all of them were in Du Feng's hands. Therefore, from the vendor's point of view, Du Feng had killed at least a dozen people in the Divine Realm.
If he had killed so many people before coming to the Divine Realm, it would not be a big deal. Destroying a city was a common thing. However, this was the Divine Realm. Most cultivators had their own temples, and there were few conflicts. A person who was not familiar with the night market obviously had not been in the Divine Realm for long. He had only been here for a few days, and he had already killed more than ten people.
The peddler looked at Du Feng. He didn't expect Du Feng to be so vicious. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"No, I didn't get many. They were all gifts from my friends."
Du Feng was embarrassed. He could at least admit that he was the one who snatched them, right? In fact, some of the items were indeed gathered by him. The rest were snatched by Scarface and his Senior Brother.
Only a ghost would believe that they didn't snatch a few. The vendor curled his lips, but he didn't dare to argue with Du Feng, so he could only give him a price. The price given was neither high nor low, so it was fair. After all, it was just some miscellaneous goods. He still needed to set up a stall and sell them.
"Alright, I'll give them all to you."
Du Feng's pile of things were all sold, only for 12 low-grade god stones, and they were the lowest and most basic kind. One had to know that there were also around 30 of them in the storage rings of Scarface and his Senior Brother. It seemed that these miscellaneous goods weren't worth much.
Regardless of whether they were worth money or not, he just treated it as selling trash for 12 god stones. Thinking about it this way, it was still a profit.
After Du Feng took the money, he didn't directly go to the old man who bought the medicine. Instead, he made a round of money in the market. He realized that there were indeed few stalls selling medicine here, but it wasn't just the old man. However, the quality of the medicine sold by other stalls wasn't high enough.
"Old man, how much is this medicine?"
Du Feng looked carefully and finally took a fancy to a bottle of pills. This bottle of pills was a bit similar to the scarlet pills he ate last time. Perhaps the effect was similar.
"Who are you calling old man? Am I very old?"
In the end, the old man didn't mention the price of the pills, but instead argued with Du Feng.
"Uh …" Du Feng was speechless. He thought to himself, I call you old man out of respect, why are you unwilling?
"Then brother, how much is this medicine?"
Du Feng was purely messing around. Actually, according to the other party's age, even if he didn't call him old man, he would at least call him brother or uncle. In the end, he called him brother.
"Sigh, that's more like it!"
"Why would an upright god like you want the medicine of a demon god? Don't buy that bottle, buy this one."
When the old man heard Du Feng call him brother, he was really happy. Not only was he happy, but he also recommended another bottle of medicine to Du Feng. The other bottle of medicine wasn't scarlet pills with a stench, but apricot pills with a fragrance. It was obvious that this bottle of medicine was for ordinary cultivators, but it didn't feel that the effect was that strong.
"Don't be fooled by the poor effect of this bottle of medicine, but there's a lot of it."
The old man was so happy that he even introduced it to Du Feng. There were a total of ten apricot yellow Star God Pills in this bottle. Although the effect of a single pill wasn't as good as the scarlet pill, the ten pills combined were more effective. Moreover, the price was slightly cheaper.
The most important thing was that ten small pills were easier to absorb than one big pill. It would be a waste if one couldn't absorb such a big pill.
"Then how much is this bottle?"
Du Feng was speechless. After all, the old man was recommending it out of goodwill. If it wasn't expensive, he would buy it. But according to the East Thearch, the medicine in the main city was extremely expensive.
"Forty-two divine stones, not one less."
"Pfft …" Du Feng almost spat out his saliva. He thought to himself, Did this old man count my money? I earned twelve divine stones from selling miscellaneous items. Including the divine stones I stole, I have exactly forty-two divine stones. I don't have any more than that.
"Brother, can you make it cheaper? I'm a little tight on money recently."
Du Feng knew that the old man liked to be called brother, so he quickly buttered him up.
"It's no use calling a little kid. Forty-two divine stones, not one less. See that red bottle? That bottle is fifty divine stones. "
Alright, this trick didn't work anymore. Not only that, the old man also told Du Feng that the scarlet pill he had just heard about was fifty divine stones, and there was only one pill in each bottle. Only now did Du Feng realize that the scarlet elixir he had snatched after spending so much effort was actually so valuable. It seemed like the scar-faced man's senior brother had saved up for a long time to buy that pill. In the end, he died before he could eat it.
"Alright then, I'll buy it."
No matter what, the Galaxy Divinity Hall had ten pills. It would definitely be enough if he ate them sparingly. Since the East Thearch said that it wouldn't be cheap for him to get someone to buy it, Du Feng might as well buy it himself. He had to fork out all forty-two God Stones, and it really made his heart ache.
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