Chapter 1952: Selling Bathwater

The inner disciple trading ground was a spontaneous internal organization formed by inner disciples, where they could sell and purchase treasures needed for cultivation—very convenient.

Under Cao Chengli's lead, they soon arrived at the place.

It looked quite crude, just a small courtyard at the foot of the mountain. They showed their tokens and entered, then saw many stalls set up on the ground, with scattered supplies laid out.

Longswords, cultivation manuals, heavenly treasures, elixirs, spirit pets—everything imaginable!

However, these were not from the sect but from inner disciples' trials or family belongings.

"Here, we only accept Sword Pavilion Coins, not Immortal Origin Pills..."

After asking a few stalls, Zhang Xuan got the same answer.

The purpose of these disciples selling their treasures was to enter the Sword Book Hall, Sword Trial Hall, etc., to learn higher sword techniques, and to enter those places, only Sword Pavilion Coins would do.

"What if I don't have Sword Pavilion Coins?"

Zhang Xuan felt frustrated.

He had thought the few Immortal Origin Pills contributed by Cao Chengli could be used as currency, but unexpectedly, they weren't accepted at all!

In the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, cultivation level wasn't important; what mattered was comprehending sword intent and sword techniques. As long as one excelled in these at the same level, the sect would strongly support them, and resources would not be lacking.

For this reason, Immortal Origin Pills, which enhanced cultivation, were not particularly valuable here.

"Young master, how about... we rob them? I've checked a few people, none are as strong as you. If we can trick them into a corner, kill them, and take everything, we'll have it all..."

Seeing his young master's worried look, Cao Chengli approached and lowered his voice.

"Rob... rob your sister!"

Zhang Xuan nearly fainted from anger.

Can't you think with normal logic?

This is the Lingyun Sword Pavilion; the sect rules prohibit robbery... If you dare to act, you won't even know how you die!

And trick them into a corner... Do you think inner disciples are fools?

Those who become cultivators of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion all have some skills; robbing others without being robbed yourself is already good...

"How about this... I saw a pretty inner disciple selling items earlier. I'll go use my charm..."

Cao Chengli declared confidently.

Zhang Xuan covered his forehead, wishing he could kick this idiot to death on the spot.

"Go ahead, just don't get beaten to death..."

Ignoring this fool, he walked along the stalls.

After inquiring at a few more places, the Divine Communication Talismans here were priced as mentioned, about twenty Sword Pavilion Coins, and Immortal Origin Pills were indeed two Sword Pavilion Coins, a tenfold difference.

In other words, even if bartering were possible, the Immortal Origin Pills he had weren't enough to buy a single Divine Communication Talisman.

"Using the Divine Communication Talisman as a standard, why is the price difference for Immortal Origin Pills so large?"

Unable to hold back, he asked an inner disciple who was selling items.

"You're talking about the Divine Communication Talismans from small places, right? Those talismans default to the strength of Saint Realm First Layer, so they're very cheap! But the ones sold by inner disciples here default to Ancient Saint First Layer, so naturally they cost several times more. At the core, the Divine Communication Talismans used by core disciples default to the Void Immortal Realm... and are even more expensive!"

The inner disciple shook his head and explained.

"Oh..."

Zhang Xuan suddenly understood.

He had been puzzled, but the answer was so simple.

He had used the price of Divine Communication Talismans as a standard to measure the price of Immortal Origin Pills, not realizing that the talismans here were different from those outside.

Like accounts, one is King rank, the other Bronze—can the prices be the same?

After asking a bit more and getting familiar, Zhang Xuan couldn't help asking, "I want to buy a Divine Communication Talisman. Do you know any good way to earn Sword Pavilion Coins?"

"Good way? I'm looking for one too... If I could find it, I wouldn't be setting up a stall here..." The inner disciple opposite rolled his eyes.

Zhang Xuan felt awkward.

He had thought that, like some trading houses, answering questions could earn money, but now it seemed he was overthinking.

"Now I only have seven Immortal Origin Pills and one storage ring... Selling these to earn twenty Sword Pavilion Coins is probably impossible..."

If all else failed, he could set up a stall like others, but... he had no treasures on him!

Storage rings were a scarce resource in Xuanjiang City, but here, almost every inner disciple had one; those who didn't could even rent one from the sect... There was simply no market!

As for Immortal Origin Pills, he had only seven; selling them all wouldn't buy a Divine Communication Talisman!

"By the way, the gourd's bathwater has miraculous effects on healing injuries. If I could sell this, it should... be worth a lot!"

After agonizing for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In the ten or so days since arriving in the Upper Firmament, he had never gone out and almost never fought anyone; he was completely broke. If there was anything he still had, it was a few bottles of bathwater left from boiling the gourd last time.

This stuff had miraculous healing effects, even more useful than some elixirs. If he could sell it, he might be able to afford a Divine Communication Talisman.

"That's it!"

With that thought, he hesitated no more. He took some cloth from his ring, set up a makeshift stall, brought out the jade bottle containing the gourd bathwater, placed it on the stall, paused, then took out another piece of cloth, wrote the words "Miraculous Healing Medicine" on it, and sat down.

"Miraculous Healing Medicine? Brother, you really aren't afraid of death... The word 'miraculous' isn't something you can just use! Otherwise, if a god discovers it, you'll be instantly obliterated!"

The inner disciple next to him, seeing the sign he made, couldn't help shaking his head.

"Can't use it casually? Then... the Sword Pavilion has a Sword God Hall!" Zhang Xuan looked over.

"The word 'god' in Sword God Hall was obtained by the founding patriarch of the Sword Pavilion from the Divine Hall through strength. Since it's only half a word, it can only name an ordinary branch hall, not the sect itself! On the continent, only the Divine Communication Hall is qualified, because its hall master, it is said, single-handedly broke into the Divine Hall and forcibly took a word from the gods!"

The inner disciple explained.

"Words... need to be taken?"

Full of curiosity, Zhang Xuan asked for a while before understanding, and couldn't help drawing a cold breath.

The Upper Firmament in his eyes, known as the Forsaken Continent, was said to be abandoned by the gods. Therefore, whether it was the six major sects or ordinary people, none were qualified to use the word 'god.' To use it, there was only one way: find a way into the Divine Hall and forcibly take the word from the gods!

Over the past few thousand years, among the six major sects and the Divine Communication Hall, only the Lingyun Sword Pavilion had obtained half a word, and the Divine Communication Hall had obtained one word... Other sects, though equally powerful, had never succeeded!

If taking a word was so difficult, the might of the Divine Hall was可想而知.

It seemed the word 'god' indeed couldn't be used casually.

He changed the words "Miraculous Medicine" to "Immortal Medicine" and added a line below: "Cures all injuries, medicine works instantly!" Then he waited for customers again.

For nearly an hour, many people came to look, but after uncorking the bottle, they all shook their heads and left.

Other healing medicines were full of spiritual energy; his was like plain boiled water. It would be strange if anyone bought it.

It was getting dark, and just as Zhang Xuan thought selling things was indeed unpromising, a girl walked over.

She appeared to be in her twenties, tall, with extremely beautiful features. Though not as beautiful as Zhao Ya and the others, she was still a rare beauty. However, her brows were furrowed, as if she was worried about something.

"Is your healing medicine really effective?"

After circling a few times, she came to Zhang Xuan and looked at him intently.

"Of course!" Zhang Xuan nodded. "It can cure any injury. If it doesn't work, I'll refund the full price..."

"A relative of mine was injured by a spirit beast. We've taken many healing medicines, but none worked. How much is this...?" The girl paused, then asked.

In truth, she was desperate. Having taken countless elixirs to no avail, she saw this person claiming to have a miraculous healing medicine that cured all ailments, and came to inquire on a whim.

She would just give it a try; if it didn't work, so be it.

"One bottle, twenty Sword Pavilion Coins!" Zhang Xuan said.

"Twenty Sword Pavilion Coins? Why don't you just rob someone?"

The girl was startled.

Ordinary healing elixirs, even those for the Void Immortal realm, didn't exceed ten Sword Pavilion Coins. This bottle, which looked no different from plain water, was priced at twenty... That was too steep!

"You get what you pay for. As fellow inner disciples, I dare to set this price because it has special effects. Otherwise... I'd be killed alive!" Zhang Xuan raised an eyebrow. "You can choose not to buy, but the price won't change!"

After saying this, he closed his eyes, looking as if he couldn't care less.

Though he had never done business, he had read countless books and knew merchants' tricks and buyers' psychology. If you chased after them, they might not want it, and might even suspect it was a scam.

By putting on airs and giving an air of inscrutability, he actually made people trust him more.

Besides, his product wasn't fake.

Sure enough, seeing his attitude, the girl hesitated.

If she couldn't find a suitable medicine, her relative might die... That was why she had rushed to the inner disciple trading ground to buy medicine...

But with her eyesight, she really couldn't see what effect this bottle of water had.

"Fine, I'll buy it. If it doesn't work, I'll come back and make you pay for deceiving me!" After a moment's hesitation, the girl picked up a bottle and snorted.

"Don't worry. If it doesn't work, I'll dismantle my stall myself without you saying a word..."

Zhang Xuan said calmly.

He only planned to sell once anyway. Once he had the Divine Communication Talisman, would he still worry about money?

No way!

When it came to making money in open competitions, he was definitely a pro!

"That's good..."

Relieved, the girl picked up the jade bottle, took out a pouch, and tossed it over. "Here are twenty Sword Pavilion Coins!"

After saying that, she turned and left directly.

Opening the pouch, he found twenty sword-shaped gold coins inside. Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.

He had thought he would need to wait longer, but it turned out to be so easy.

He stood up, ready to pack up and find a place to buy a talisman, when he saw the inner disciple next to him looking at him sympathetically: "Get out of here quickly, find a way to leave the Sword Pavilion, or I'm afraid you'll soon be beaten to a pulp!"