Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 95

“Feel free to voice your needs, everyone! Other transactions may now begin!”

Zhang Yanghao sat on a stone stool, chuckling with pride and satisfaction, as if being Left Sect Leader’s lackey was the greatest honor imaginable.

“Divine Physician Zhang, I possess an ancient recipe for Black Jade Bone-Setting Ointment. Could the Shennong Sect refine it for me? I’m willing to exchange it for another pill formula!”

“Lady Mange, my senior brother suffered a qi deviation during cultivation. Might I request your sect’s Qi-Soothing Pills? Name your price!”

“Divine Physician Zhang, my son’s bone structure is too weak. Do you still have any Leopard-Fetus Meridian-Changing Pills to improve his constitution?”

Instantly, the crowd surged forward, encircling the two, pleading as if begging their ancestors. Some offered martial arts manuals in exchange, others presented pill recipes or rare herbs, and a few even pulled out checks on the spot.

Meanwhile, other martial artists and wealthy merchants began setting up stalls, selling so-called “magic artifacts” and “divine weapons,” or even trading cultivation techniques.

Jiang Tian swept his spiritual sense over the scene and found these so-called treasures to be laughably inferior to his own creations. As for the cultivation manuals? Even more rudimentary.

Bored, he borrowed paper and a brush, set up his own stall, and hung a banner:

“Offering Body-Tempering Techniques, Essence Pills, and Talismans—Exchange for Spirit Herbs or Wood/Earth Element Array Materials!”

The moment the crowd read it, their jaws dropped in disbelief.

“This kid… is too unbelievable! He knows martial arts, spell talismans, alchemy, and even array formations?”

“Maybe he’s procuring for his sect or elders?”

Whispers and pointing erupted. Jiang Tian’s simple banner contained a staggering amount of information—it implied mastery over medicine, alchemy, array formations, and martial arts.

These were the crown jewels of Chinese civilization, each profound enough that mastering just one could make someone a dominant force. Yet, Jiang Tian claimed proficiency in all of them!

“Young Master, do you truly have Essence Pills?” Niu Bowen approached, clasping his hands respectfully.

“I do.” Jiang Tian nodded.

“May I examine one?” Niu Bowen’s face lit up with hope.

Jiang Tian poured a pill from a porcelain vial and handed it over.

“It looks exquisite and even has a fragrance… but is it genuine?” Niu Bowen hesitated, then smiled. “May I ask where you obtained this pill?”

“I refined it myself.” Jiang Tian crossed his legs leisurely, his expression calm and unhurried.

“You refined it? You’re an alchemist?!” Niu Bowen shrieked as if he’d been goosed.

“Incredible! So young, yet capable of pill refinement!”

“If you truly made this, let me verify it!”

The commotion drew everyone’s attention. More martial artists and merchants swarmed Jiang Tian’s stall, their faces a mix of awe and reverence, bombarding him with questions.

“Hmph! Jiang Tian, you good-for-nothing waste—you can refine pills? Who are you trying to fool?”

A cold, mocking voice cut through the crowd. Chen Bo strode forward, his face twisted in disdain.

“Young Master Chen is here!”

Recognizing him as an outer disciple of the Shennong Sect, the crowd respectfully parted ways.

Chen Bo stopped before Jiang Tian, looking down at him with contempt. “Master Niu, don’t believe him. He’s just a spoiled brat from a medical family in the secular world—so useless he can’t even write a basic prescription, let alone refine pills!”

He glanced at the pills and sneered. “These are fakes. Pretty and fragrant? Probably loaded with dyes and perfumes. They couldn’t cultivate essence—might as well use them as rat poison.”

“This…” Niu Bowen hesitated, unsure whom to trust.

“What does an outer disciple like you know, daring to critique my pills?” Jiang Tian smirked at the troublemaker. “These are genuine, top-grade pills. Compared to mine, the Shennong Sect’s are trash!”

“Such arrogance! Does he not know his place?”

“The Shennong Sect ranks among the top three alchemy sects in the world—who dares compare?”

The crowd gasped, staring at Jiang Tian as if he were a madman. To call the Shennong Sect’s pills garbage? Blasphemy!

Chen Bo’s face darkened with rage. “You worthless trash! How dare you spout nonsense in front of me? Do you have a death wish?”

“What are you, but a mere outer disciple?” Jiang Tian scoffed. “Even if Left Sect Leader were here, I’d say the same!”

Chen Bo’s fury exploded. “Men! Beat this brat to death and throw him out! How dare he peddle fakes and cause trouble on Shennong Sect’s turf!”

To him, Left Sect Leader was a divine being—how could this trash insult him?

“Yes, Senior Brother Chen!” Several outer disciples advanced menacingly.

The crowd sighed, certain Jiang Tian had just signed his death warrant.

“Chen Bo! Stand down!”

A commanding voice rang out. Zhang Yanghao and Lady Mange approached, the crowd hastily making way.

“Elder, Senior Sister, this brat insulted our sect—”

Chen Bo bowed and began listing Jiang Tian’s offenses.

“Silence!” Zhang Yanghao waved him off without listening.

Instead, he cupped his hands toward Jiang Tian. “Young Master, may I examine your pill?”

“I heard this guy is Zhang Yanghao’s disciple…” Jiang Tian glanced at Chen Jishi, who stood behind Zhang Yanghao, and nodded slightly.

“Disciple Chen Jishi pays respects to the great Divine Physician Jiang!” Chen Jishi bowed deeply.

“Go ahead.” Jiang Tian handed over a pill, disinterested in further talk.

Zhang Yanghao accepted it with a scrutinizing gaze. His prized disciple had spoken highly of Jiang Tian’s medical and mystical skills, but he remained skeptical—and irritated by Jiang Tian’s earlier arrogance.

“Heavens!”

The moment the pill touched his hand, Zhang Yanghao stiffened as if struck by lightning, his eyes wide with shock.

“What’s wrong?” The crowd buzzed in confusion.

“This… this is a Nine-Orifice Spirit Pill! A top-grade elixir!”

Zhang Yanghao trembled uncontrollably, his voice shaking. “Observe its form—nine orifices! Its color—essence condensed, spiritual energy swirling! Its scent—intoxicating, lingering for days! Top-grade… no, supreme-grade!”

The crowd erupted.

Essence Pills, capable of refining bloodline essence, bridging the gap between body tempering and internal energy, were already heaven-defying treasures. Even low-grade ones were priceless. Yet Jiang Tian had produced a supreme-grade version!

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Young Master, how much for a pill?”

The crowd surged like starving wolves, waving checks and credit cards, pushing and shoving to get closer.

But Jiang Tian ignored them all. “Apologies, but as I said—I don’t want money. Only spirit herbs or elemental array materials.”

“Array materials?”

“Spirit herbs are too rare—who has those?”

Disappointment spread. Such items were nearly impossible for ordinary martial artists to obtain.

A young man in an immaculate white Armani suit spoke up calmly: “Young Master, I offer the ‘Swallow Skims the Water’ movement technique in exchange for ten pills. How about it?”

“That’s Tang Qianbian, the third young master of the Tang Clan in Shu! Their hidden weapons and qinggong are peerless!” someone whispered.

“So it’s Young Master Tang!”

“‘Swallow Skims the Water’ is one of the Tang Clan’s top techniques! Could he…?” The crowd watched Jiang Tian eagerly.

The Tang Clan’s lightness skills were legendary—water-striding, wall-scaling, even flight.

Yet Jiang Tian didn’t even blink. “I lack no techniques.”

“This young master truly is extraordinary—to dismiss the Tang Clan’s secret art so casually!”

Tang Qianbian’s face darkened, but he could only sigh in defeat.

Meanwhile, Lady Mange’s interest was piqued. She pointed at another pill on Jiang Tian’s stall. “Young Master Jiang, what might this pill be? May I inspect it?”