Even though the Healing Dan was only of the eighth realm, its heaven-defying effects were enough to shock the world. It was a miraculous Dan!
In fact, its deeper meaning was that it could change an era!
Just think about it, if this pill was produced on a large scale, how great of an impact would it have on the Immortal Cultivation World? According to the incomplete statistics of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, every year, at least a hundred million cultivators would burn their cultivation at the juncture of life and death, causing their cultivation to stagnate, unable to continue pursuing the Great Dao. Another hundred million cultivators would have their cultivation crippled, and could only waste the rest of their lives, unable to make any progress.
If at least 200 million cultivators were cured by the Healing Dan, then how many foundational cultivators could be born? How many completion leveled cultivators? How many original leveled cultivators?
This way, the entire Taoism community would prosper. Would this be considered changing an era?
Even though the Healing Dan could only cure cultivators below the advanced stage of the foundational level, what about the seventh realm? The sixth realm?
Would it be able to cure completion leveled cultivators, or even original leveled cultivators?
The answer was obvious.
If he could research the recipe, then he would be able to make a fortune. Numbers seemed to have lost their meaning. The only way to describe it was to say that it was immeasurable.
Thinking about this, Zhao Zong Hua's eyes brightened and his smile brightened. The way he looked at Ling Xian was as if he was looking at a spiritual stone mine.
Feeling his burning gaze, Ling Xian frowned and teased, "Manager Zhao, don't look at me like that. Or else I can't guarantee that the Healing Dan will still work for you."
"I'm not looking at you anymore." Zhao Zong Hua smiled. Remembering the pain of falling from the clouds to hell, he couldn't help but shiver.
"If that's the case, then let's talk about the price." Ling Xian put down his teacup and leaned back in his chair. His heart was filled with anticipation. He really wanted to know what kind of price this person would offer and how many spiritual stones he would get.
"This..." Zhao Zong Hua hesitated. Even though he knew it was impossible, he could not resist the temptation. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "I wonder if you would be willing to sell the recipe to the Flowing Cloud Trade Union?"
"To the Trade Convention?"
Ling Xian looked at Zhao Zong Hua with a smile that wasn't a smile. His teasing gaze made Zhao Zong Hua sigh. He knew that there was no way he could get the recipe for the Healing Dan.
However, he did not give up. He firmly believed that with the power of the Floating Cloud Commerce Guild, it would not be difficult for them to create a recipe for an Eighth Realm Dan. However, if he did so, his contribution would be reduced, but it would be enough for him to enter the Guild's headquarters.
"I'm not an idiot. I know very well the shocking wealth hidden behind the Cultivation Pill. Thus, Manager Zhao, it's best if you don't talk about the pill formula anymore. Otherwise, you'll be humiliated. Just give me a price. If it's suitable, these fifty Cultivation Pills are yours." Ling Xian shook his head with a smile. He wasn't an idiot, how could he not know about the wealth of the Healing Dan?
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that whoever had the recipe for the Healing Dan would have an inexhaustible supply of spiritual stones. The value of the Healing Dan was immeasurable!
The Trade Convention was rich and powerful. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were as rich as a country. However, even if they sold everything they owned, they would not be able to match the value of the recipe. After all, the recipe represented an endless supply of spiritual stones. To know that in the Taoism community, hundreds of people burn their spiritual energy every day. The value of this was unimaginable.
"If that's the case, then I won't say anything more. As for the price of the Dan, can you give me one day to report to the headquarters?" Zhao Zong Hua's face flashed with disappointment. Deep down, he thought that it was fine if he didn't sell. It was only an eighth realm Dan, the Trade Convention's alchemists could definitely figure it out. He could save some spiritual stones.
"Hmm, that's fine. I'll give you one day." Ling Xian teased. Of course, he understood what Zhao Zong Hua was thinking. However, he was not worried at all. How could a recipe created by an Immortal of Alchemy be so easy to decipher?
Other than the main ingredient, the Healing Dan could be made with any other ingredients. As long as they could not figure out which one was the main ingredient, there would be countless combinations. To decipher the recipe would be harder than climbing up to the sky.
Moreover, since he dared to expose the Resurrection Pills in front of others, he must have made a foolproof plan. He had already used a little trick on each of the pills.
In other words, in this world, even a First Realm Grandmaster could not decipher this Dan. Of course, there was another possibility. It was a cultivator with the Essence of Herbalism. However, the probability of that happening was too low.
If the Trade Convention really did have an alchemist with the Essence of Herbalism, then they could only blame it on their bad luck.
"Alright, do not worry. Come back tomorrow at this time. The Trade Convention will give you a satisfactory price." Zhao Zong Hua's expression was serious. He waved his sleeve, and a golden card floated in midair. He said, "This item is called the Spiritual Stone Card. There are 1,800,000 spiritual stones in it. You can get it from any bank in the Zhou Dynasty. I will buy the Luxury Dans first, and we can discuss the price of the Healing Dans tomorrow. What do you say?"
Ling Xian nodded and placed the golden card and the jade bottle into his storage pouch. He then slowly stood up.
"Aren't you going to check the spiritual stone card?" Zhao Zong Hua's eyes flashed with shock. At the same time, he silently complimented Ling Xian's generosity. 1,800,000 spiritual stones was a large sum of money. Yet, he didn't even look at it before putting it into his storage pouch. This was not something an ordinary person could do.
"The Trade Convention, if you don't even have this much credibility, then you don't deserve to be called the Zhou Dynasty's number one trading house." Ling Xian shook his head. "Plus, do you dare to lie to me?"
"I … I don't dare." Zhao Zong Hua smiled bitterly. The power of that punch was still replaying in his mind. It had become a shadow that haunted him for the rest of his life. Why would he dare to lie to Ling Xian? Unless he was tired of living.
Ling Xian remembered Liao Cang Qiong's predicament and asked, "Right, does the Trade Convention have the Lake of the Resting Soul, the Iron of the Resting Soul, the Wood of the Resting Soul, and the Flame of the Resting Soul? Even if it's just a little, I'd be happy. "
"I …"
Zhao Zong Hua was silent for a while before he remembered what the four items were. He couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "Friend, you are making things difficult for me. These are priceless treasures. Even if they do exist, it would be a top secret of the Chamber of Commerce. I am merely a manager of a branch, how could I possibly know about them? However, I can take this opportunity to ask him. "
Disappointment flashed across his face. Ling Xian sighed. "Alright, then I will leave this to you."
"Friend, do not worry. I will take care of this. Please come tomorrow at the appointed time." Zhao Zong Hua noticed the disappointment on Ling Xian's face. He thought to himself that these treasures were very important to him. If the headquarters really had them, perhaps he could use this opportunity to acquire the recipe for the Healing Dan.
"Yes, Manager Zhao, do not worry. I will leave now." Ling Xian nodded and left.
Watching the young man's silhouette leave, Zhao Zong Hua ran back to the backyard excitedly. He planned to use the portal to report to the higher-ups of the Trade Convention.
...
The Sun was hanging high in the sky. It was noon. The streets were crowded with people and carriages.
Ling Xian slowly walked down the street. Watching the bustling crowd, he had mixed feelings.
There were only 80 days left until Liao Cang Qiong's soul dissipated. It seemed like a long time, but to Ling Xian, it was extremely short.
The Lake of the Resting Soul, the Iron of the Resting Soul, the Wood of the Resting Soul, and the Flame of the Resting Soul. These four treasures were extremely rare. In the entire world, only the most powerful forces had them. Even the Trade Convention of the Zhou Dynasty may not have them.
"Aye, I can only let nature take its course. I hope the Trade Convention can bring back some good news, even if it's just a little bit." Ling Xian sighed deeply. His eyes flashed with determination, "If there isn't, then I will have to go to the other forces to search. No matter what, even if I have to give up my life, I will save my Master."
Liao Cang Qiong was not only his Master, but also his savior. Without Liao Cang Qiong, Ling Xian would not be where he is today. Ling Xian has always been a grateful person. How could he just watch Liao Cang Qiong die?
Absolutely not!
Ling Xian swore to himself that no matter how rare and difficult it was to find these four treasures, he would find them and bring Liao Cang Qiong back from the brink of death.
"Let's go back to the inn first. I'll come back tomorrow and see if the Floating Cloud Commerce can bring me good news. If not, then I'll head to another dynasty. I have 1.8 million spiritual stones now, plus the 50 Healing Dans, I should be able to buy some treasures." Ling Xian pondered for a while, then walked towards the inn.
Just then, there was a commotion in front of him.
A woman wearing a light green dress that was stained with blood was running for her life. Behind her, three black-clothed figures followed closely. Their powerful auras swept out, causing the originally noisy long street to fall into a deathly silence in an instant. Countless gazes were filled with shock as they stared at the three figures with terrifying auras.
Foundational!
All three of them were foundational!
The woman in front was also a foundational powerhouse, but she could not fight against the three people behind her. She could only run away. She was not in good shape either. Her robe was stained with blood, and her breathing was weak. It was obvious that she could not hold on much longer.
"Hmm?"
Ling Xian frowned and stopped walking. He looked at the woman in green who was running towards him. The woman's face was covered by a veil and her face could not be seen clearly. However, the pair of dark eyes that were as clear as the autumn waters made his heart tremble. He felt a sense of familiarity.
At this moment, the woman also saw Ling Xian. She unconsciously froze and stared at the young man in white.
The moment their eyes met, her eyes reddened and tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Ling Xian also froze. After staring at each other for a few seconds, his heart was filled with anger. He dashed past the woman and stood between her and the pursuers.
Then, a calm yet arrogant voice slowly emerged from his mouth.
"This person is under my protection."
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