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The sunlight was bright, streaming down through the faintly distorted spatial barrier above.
In the courtyard, flowers bloomed in full splendor, and the fragrance of medicinal herbs wafted in the air.
Beneath the eaves.
Wei Yang, dressed in a loose black robe, reclined lazily on a lounge chair, basking in the warm sunlight.
Not far away, in the medicinal field, Xian'er and Qing Lin had rolled up their pant legs, standing barefoot between the rows as they carefully tended to the seedlings.
Du Jiao, meanwhile, carried a bucket of Spirit Spring Water in one hand, following closely behind them, acting as their laborer.
The two women worked in front: one used a small hoe to weed, while the other gently poured water from a ladle. Just then, a tall figure shrouded in a wide black robe, Ah Da, walked in hastily from outside.
"Master." Ah Da approached Wei Yang and bowed.
"What is it?" Wei Yang took a sip of tea and asked lazily.
"Master, for refining the Bone Growing Blood Fusing Pill, we're still missing two main ingredients." Ah Da reported respectfully, "The Blood Essence Demon Fruit and the Ten Thousand Year Old Green Spiritual Vine."
"In such a massive Holy Pill City, you're telling me we still can't find these two ingredients?" Wei Yang asked with mild surprise.
Holy Pill City was a gathering place for countless alchemists from all over the continent, as well as countless wandering cultivators and rogue factions.
It wasn't an exaggeration to call it the most prosperous medicinal trading hub on the entire continent. With sufficient funds, it seemed absurd they couldn't even gather the ingredients for just one Bone Growing Blood Fusing Pill.
"If there aren't any mature herbs available, seeds will do as well." Wei Yang frowned slightly.
If worst came to worst, he could expend some energy and use the Death Life Flame to accelerate their growth.
In any case, Ah Da's resurrection couldn't be delayed any longer — the sooner, the better. Being in the Central Plains without at least one peak Dou Zun powerhouse to rely on made him feel uneasy.
After all, the Death Life Flame was something he would have to reveal sooner or later. Even if he didn't showcase its mysterious properties, merely revealing a destructive black lightning flame would already cause a massive stir.
After all, the emergence of an entirely new Heavenly Flame would undoubtedly shake the entire Central Plains. When that happened, there would be ranking updates. If they didn't have sufficient strength to back it up, they wouldn't be able to hold their ground.
"Uh, Master, actually…" Ah Da hurriedly explained, "Three days from now, there will be an Alchemist Trade Fair, and according to my investigations, both the Blood Essence Demon Fruit and the Ten Thousand Year Old Green Spiritual Vine will be available there."
"Oh?"
"However, to participate in the Alchemist Trade Fair, one must be a high-level alchemist certified by the Pill Tower."
Ah Da said awkwardly, "So, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Master to personally attend. Also, at the Trade Fair, ordinary money or even Earth Grade cultivation techniques and Dou Techniques won't be have much value… well, they have some use, but their exchange rate would be poor."
"Three days later? Got it." Wei Yang nodded.
"Sigh, I finally had a few days of peace."
He yawned, stood up, stretched lazily, and muttered helplessly, "Looks like I have to be a tool man again."
"It's Ah Da's incompetence." Ah Da lowered his head, his face full of guilt.
"Alright, enough of that useless talk." Wei Yang smacked his lips, waved at the two women working in the medicinal field, and headed toward the secret chamber.
Since he had decided to attend this so-called Alchemist Trade Fair, Wei Yang planned to prepare something truly enticing.
Pills — without a doubt, no matter where you went or what occasion it was, pills were always the best bargaining chips.
He didn't want to encounter something he truly desired, only to be forced to give up because he lacked items of equal value to exchange.
Thus, over the next three days, Wei Yang secluded himself within the secret chamber, dedicating himself to pill refinement.
At his current level and strength, coupled with the assistance of the Death Life Flame at a peak Dou Zong level, refining Tier 6 pills or even ordinary Tier 7 pills didn't take him more than a single day.
In fact, even refining two Tier 6 pills simultaneously wasn't much of an issue. For pills of this level, he didn't even need to use a cauldron. He could directly manipulate the flames in his palms as the furnace, freely refining with ease.
This was evident from the faint waves of scorching heat emanating from the secret chamber, accompanied by the occasional violent fluctuations of Heaven and Earth energy.
Three days later.
As the first ray of dawn broke through the darkness and cast its light downward, the tightly closed door of the secret chamber slowly opened.
Walking out of the chamber, Wei Yang faced the morning glow, taking a deep breath of fresh air to ease his slightly fatigued mind.
His thumb lightly brushed across his storage ring, and the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile. Though the time had been somewhat tight, thanks to his relentless work over the past few days — and with some previous stockpiled pills — his preparations were finally complete.
With these pills, attending the trade fair shouldn't leave him feeling short on bargaining power.
"Master." Ah Da, who had been waiting outside all along, bowed respectfully.
Judging from the faint traces of frost on his robe, he must have been standing there for quite some time.
"It's time already? Let's go." Wei Yang waved his hand casually and started walking forward.
Behind him, Ah Da quickly followed.
For this trade fair, Wei Yang decided to bring only Ah Da along.
Leaving the mansion, Ah Da took the lead, guiding the way toward the venue where the Alchemist Trade Fair would be held.
The Holy Pill City's Alchemist Trade Fair didn't have a fixed schedule.
However, notices were usually given in advance, and anyone with decent connections could learn of it ahead of time.
Sometimes it was held once a year, other times only once every two or three years. It all depended on market conditions and whether there were enough rare items to justify holding one.
Within the entire Pill Region, this particular trade fair carried an exceptionally strong reputation.
After all, it had the official endorsement of the Pill Tower, unlike other chaotic, unregulated gatherings where all sorts of shady dealings took place.
If one were to rank trade fairs into tiers, the one Wei Yang was heading to would undoubtedly be considered among the top tier, far above the smaller, low-level events.
The location of the trade fair was set in the outer region of Holy Pill City, though it was hardly remote. Instead, it sat precisely on the boundary between the outer and inner regions.
Thanks to the Pill Tower's official backing, the event had grown immensely in scale and influence.
Because of this, cases of robbery or murder over valuable items were extremely rare within the trade fair.
After all, within the Pill Region, no one had ever successfully escaped the Pill Tower's pursuit.
Even members of the notorious and arrogant Soul Hall had to keep a low profile and follow the rules when they came to Holy Pill City.
"Alchemist Trade Fair."
Standing before a vast and sprawling building, Wei Yang raised his head to look at the six large characters written on the pale green wooden plaque above the entrance, his expression momentarily speechless.
The name of the venue hosting this trade fair was exactly what it described — simply called: Alchemist Trade Fair.
Straightforward, simple, and easy to understand.
No pretentiousness whatsoever.
At this moment, the area outside the venue was already bustling, with carriages flowing like a river and crowds surging like waves.
Countless figures clad in alchemist robes walked proudly, passing smoothly through layers of guards at the entrance under the envious gazes of onlookers, entering the trade fair without obstruction.
"Quite a crowd here."
Looking at the grand and lively event, Wei Yang tilted his head and smiled slightly at Ah Da.
"Master is right." Ah Da nodded with a smile, agreeing.
"Let's go." Wei Yang flipped his hand, taking out his Tier 7 badge, fastening it to his chest before walking calmly toward the entrance of the trade fair.
Behind him, Ah Da also took out his Tier 5 badge and pinned it to his chest, putting on the appearance of a proper attendant as he closely followed Wei Yang inside.
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