The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 128 - 93: The Polite Young Man2

"I’ve heard that there is a Disguise Pill with outstanding effects that can transform one’s face into that of another person," his voice sounded like that of a young man, suggesting he wasn’t very old, "Could Miss produce such an effect?"

Yes, of course. But why does he need a Disguise Pill like that? "If you plan to use it to harm others..." Ning Xiaoxian stared at him, her words gradually taking on a chilling tone.

He gave a wry smile, his face still stuck with that zombie-like expression: "Miss Ning has misunderstood. I was born with a disfigured face, and ordinary Disguise Pills cannot make look like a normal person, only this specially formulated dicine will work. I was fortunate enough to purchase one before, but alas, its effects were short-lived. After three months, I reverted to looking like this." He touched his facial skin, revealing a look of distress in his eyes.

Although this fellow’s face was unsightly, his eyes were incredibly expressive; they could convey all sorts of emotions. Ning Xiaoxian admired. If he were to perform in Peking opera, perhaps he could inherit Master i Lanfang’s mantle, wasn’t it precisely the art of conveying the spirit and charm through ’eyes resembling autumn waves’ that the master excelled in?

The technique for refining a High-level Disguise Pill is more complicated, but with Changtian’s assistance, producing such Elixir Pills is not a problem. When applied to the face, the effects are even better, resembling the complexion of a living person. Most importantly, if you burn three strands of the target’s hair into ashes and mix them into the dissolved Elixir, you can transform your appearance to match that of the hair’s owner.

"Miss, rest assured, the person I want to disguise myself as is a servant from my household. He had no relatives and passed away last year, so there is no risk of harming anyone else," the man’s voice sounded sincere.

"Alright. The day after tomorrow, at this ti, we’ll et at the mutual market entrance. My last na is Ning, may I ask for your distinguished surna?" There was no point in further questioning; if he was intent on harming others, he could do so with a regular Disguise Pill just as well.

"My surna is Xu. I trust this matter to Miss Ning," he said before bowing and then striding away.

In these tis, even Half-demons are more polite than Humans or Cultivators.

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Finally, no one else blocked her way. She smoothly made her way back to the official recomndation area of the mutual market.

Then she rubbed her eyes.

Was it an illusion? Why did it feel like the recomndation area was even busier than when she left? If before it was described as a place bustling like a marketplace, now it was so packed that the term ’water-tight’ wouldn’t do it justice.

Being a young lady, she naturally disliked squeezing into crowded places. Therefore, instead of trying to force her way through the crowd, she stepped back and patted a middle-aged man who had just ’fallen’ out of the throng: "Big brother, is there sothing exciting going on inside?" Her voice was clear and sweet, like a refreshing balm in the heat of the day.

The middle-aged man, already drenched in sweat from being jostled, was about to curse when he turned around and saw a beautiful girl asking the question. He imdiately reined in his impatience and gleefully explained, "Sothing precious has co up in the recomndation area, and even the Immortals almost ca to blows over it."

It turned out that today, several Foundation Establishnt Pills had quietly appeared in the recomndation area. These pills were not a big deal in major sects, where disciples at the peak of Qi Refinent could receive them from their sects to increase their chances of a successful Foundation Establishnt. However, for Loose Cultivators without backing, such benefits were out of reach, and obtaining a Foundation Establishnt Pill was not so easy.

The number of Foundation Establishnt Pills in the recomndation area was limited, and after quietly selling seven or eight pills, people suddenly noticed — the sign next to the pills boldly stated "Foundation Establishnt Pills, can increase the success rate of Foundation Establishnt by 50%." F*cking hell, that statent held an enormous amount of information!

You see, the success rate granted by ordinary Foundation Establishnt Pills was only around 20%. Breaking through to the next stage was quite perilous; if Cultivators failed in their Foundation Establishnt, their ridians would be severely damaged, requiring three months of recovery before they could attempt another breakthrough. If they were disciples of a Great Sect, it might not be a big deal, as they could afford several more attempts. But Loose Cultivators couldn’t bear such failures. Not to ntion the excruciating pain they had to endure with each failure, but the elixirs and potions required each ti were a significant expense.

Therefore, the Foundation Establishnt Pills for sale in the recomndation area, capable of increasing the success rate by a whole 50%, imdiately caught the attention of Loose Cultivators. After a few more pills were sold, they could not help themselves but to act. Regrettably, in full view of an audience, it beca difficult to ascertain who would claim the remaining pills.

A case of too many monks and not enough porridge. The disciples of the Clearing Void Sect who were responsible for the recomndation area were also in a predicant. Determined, with faces flushed red with the desire to purchase Foundation Establishnt Pills, there were a dozen or so Cultivators, but only four pills remained in the counter! Being assigned to the recomndation area ant one had to follow the rules of business and maintain harmony among custors. What were they to do?

In a mont of hesitation, the Cultivators below started to quarrel intensely. If they didn’t seize the mont now, who knew how long it would be before such pills would appear again? Since everyone could afford the price, why not just see who had the bigger fist? Wasn’t that the unwritten rule of this world, after all, who dares to challenge?

And so, beings who were regarded as Immortal Masters by ordinary mortals, rolled up their sleeves, flexed their arms, and prepared for a fight!

With a spectacle to see, especially one that’s usually unseen, the crowd naturally surged forward to get a glimpse. Who would complain about the show being too grand?

Fortunately, the person in charge of the recomndation area that day had a nimble mind. Seeing that a full-blown fight was about to break out below, a thought struck him, and he shouted loudly: "Stop!"

"Since everyone has shown interest in these few Foundation Establishnt Pills, we will break with tradition today and decide their fate through an auction!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this book, please vote for your recomndation ticket, Monthly Ticket, at qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)