1051: Chapter 1051: Giving You a Chance 1051: Chapter 1051: Giving You a Chance Second You’s aning was clear to Fang Bai.
The few alchemists and artifact refiners in the Martial Artists Trading Market were like local snakes, and him, an outsider who rented a stall for business, was akin to stealing their livelihood, which would inevitably arouse their hostility and even provocation.
Second You was telling Fang Bai that when faced with provocation, he should yield when it was ti to yield and bow his head when it was ti to bow his head, avoiding confrontation and acting rashly, otherwise he would end up at a disadvantage.
“Brother You, thank you for the warning.
I know what to do,”
Fang Bai patted Second You on the shoulder, smiling as he spoke.
Fang Bai didn’t like to cause trouble, nor was he afraid of it.
He simply wished to quietly craft elixirs and refine artifacts for others in the Martial Artists Trading Market, earning so cultivation resources for his own use and wanting to avoid any conflict with anyone.
However, should anyone provoke him, he wouldn’t be polite either.
Once they touched his bottom line, he would surely retaliate.
Second You, seeing that Fang Bai was willing to listen to his advice, appeared very pleased and said, “Senior Bai, is there anything else I can help you with?
I, Second You, may not have many skills, but having mixed in this Martial Artists Trading Market for many years, I do have so connections.”
Fang Bai thought for a mont, then asked, “Brother You, the cultivation resources you earn from your stall here in the market, are they enough for your cultivation needs?”
Second You shook his head and sighed, “Not enough!
Far from enough!
My stall doesn’t have much to offer, so very few martial artists ever visit…
cough, to have a custor like you, Senior Bai, once a year would an I’m lucky.”
Second You was a Heaven Level Perfection powerhouse, looking next to break through to the Desolate Level Realm, therefore the cultivation resources he needed were substantial.
However, as he was not a disciple of any prestigious sect, but an individual cultivation martial artist, he had to find his own ways to gather the necessary resources.
Each year, Second You would take so ti to explore hidden and dangerous places, searching for items of interest to martial artists, which he would then bring back to trade at the market.
For instance, the furnace he traded with Fang Bai was sothing he stumbled upon by chance, initially thinking it a common furnace.
Unexpectedly, Fang Bai took interest in it, trading a dium grade spiritual dicine for it.
This one deal brought Second You an inco equivalent to tens of thousands of low-level Essence Stones or dozens of low-level elixirs, which could support his cultivation resource needs for half a year.
And for a martial artist preparing to break through to the Desolate Level Realm, a minimum of tens of thousands of low-level Essence Stones or hundreds of elixirs were needed each year just to maintain the most basic cultivation requirents, showing that the resources Second You usually earned were far from enough.
Fang Bai, seeing Second You sighing with a troubled expression, said, “I’m going to give you an opportunity now, to earn at least one hundred thousand low-level Essence Stones in ten days, if you’re willing to do it.”
With Second You’s ability, earning twenty thousand low-level Essence Stones in a year would be cause for utmost gratitude, and the prospect of earning one hundred thousand in ten days was sothing he couldn’t even dare to imagine.
At Fang Bai’s words, his eyes widened with excitent and he asked urgently, “Senior Bai, what do you need to do?”
“Very simple!”
Fang Bai pointed at the martial artists who were coming and going in the distance and said, “You attract custors for .
Once a deal is made, I’ll give you a commission based on the situation.
The more custors you bring, the more commission I’ll give you.”
When Second You heard that the task was to attract custors, he couldn’t help but make a bitter face, “But…
what if I can’t bring even a single custor?”
In fact, what Second You was most worried about was that if the few alchemists and artifact refiners in the market found out he was attracting custors for Fang Bai, would they bear a grudge against him?
Not only were those few alchemists and artifact refiners Desolate Level Martial Artists, but they also had extensive connections within Purple Fla City, soone he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend.
“Take this, and when you et a custor who wants to have pills crafted or artifacts refined, show them this and tell them I made it.”
Fang Bai said and casually tossed a bottle of elixirs to Second You.
“Mid-grade Gathering Yuan Pill?”
Second You stretched out his hand to take over the bottle of elixir and, when he saw the writing on the body of the pill bottle, he couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
“Open it and see.”
Fang Bai smiled and nodded toward the pill bottle.
Second You glanced at Fang Bai, then with trembling hands, he removed the cork.
When he sensed the rich Essence Energy that wafted out from within the bottle, he was certain it was a Mid-grade Gathering Yuan Pill without a doubt, his breath beca rough, and his face turned red with excitent.
“Now, do you have the confidence to attract custors?”
Fang Bai asked.
“Yes!”
Second You took a deep breath, trying to suppress his excitent, then he lifted his head proudly and, with a forceful slap on his chest, said.
Second You was a smart man.
When he heard that this bottle of Mid-grade Gathering Yuan Pills was refined by Fang Bai, he knew his opportunity had co.
If he could seize this opportunity, perhaps there would be a significant turning point in his life.
An alchemist capable of refining Mid-grade Spirit Pills was not found in Purple Fla City, nor in Thousand Lakes Country.
As far as Second You knew, only so nations or second-grade Sects, or even higher level Sects, would have Mid-grade Pill Masters.
What a Mid-grade Alchemist ant for Martial Artists was self-evident.
Second You never expected that Fang Bai, a Martial Artist at the high ranks of the Heaven Level realm, could refine Mid-grade elixirs.
This exceeded his usual understanding.
Upon further thought, Fang Bai must have hidden his true strength; perhaps he was a Desolate Level Martial Artist or even higher in Cultivation Level.
Second You did not doubt that Fang Bai was a Mid-grade Alchemist because anyone who could casually produce a bottle of Mid-grade Gathering Yuan Pills to confidently entrust to soone else was no one other than a Mid-grade Alchemist—no one else had such a deanor.
What excited Second You the most was that there was now a friendship with Fang Bai.
With this friendship, he feared that not many in Purple Fla City would dare to provoke him.
Furthermore, he wouldn’t have to worry about the resources needed for his future cultivation.
Second You clenched the Mid-grade Gathering Yuan Pill tightly in his hand and turned to stride away, ready to draw custors over.
He was no longer afraid of offending those low-level alchemists and Artifact Refiners.
Despite how those few alchemists and refiners might strut around the Martial Artists Trading Market acting all high and mighty, when faced with Fang Bai, wouldn’t they have to obediently call him Senior?
After Second You left, Fang Bai sat down in front of his stall, calmly waiting for custors.
Fang Bai believed that each Martial Artist who saw his bottle of Mid-grade Gathering Yuan Pills would be enticed and then follow Second You over.
Just as Fang Bai had expected, it didn’t take long for Second You to return with a group of Martial Artists, most of whom were Heaven Level Martial Artists with strength comparable to Second You; there were also a few Desolate Level Martial Artists among them.
These weren’t just any custors Second You had pulled from the Martial Artists Trading Market, but rather so friends he had made previously.
Second You was a Martial Artist who valued friendship deeply.
Now that Fang Bai was stationed at the Martial Artists Trading Market offering his services for pill refinent and Artifact Refining, it was an opportunity not to be missed, and naturally, Second You would first think of his friends.
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