Lonely Immortal

It can be said that the pills here are basically used frequently in daily life. Just now, when Zhang Zhiwen was checking for a while, he found that many casual cultivators came to the pill shop, and many of them bought pills. The old man just stood there to collect money and did nothing. This was equivalent to making money while lying down. Seeing the spirit stones just go into the old man's money cabinet, Zhang Zhiwen would be lying if he said he was not envious.

Of course, Zhang Zhiwen also knew that this pill shop must be run by more than just the old man. There must be an alchemist behind it. These alchemists are probably all members of the Zhao family. Therefore, the Zhao family is the one who gets the most. The old man may just be a servant who does odd jobs. Judging from the clothes he wears, he does not look like a member of the Zhao family.

But Zhang Zhiwen is not in a hurry. He will take a look in the shop first. When there are fewer people, he will go to the old man to ask about the situation.

Therefore, he was in the shop, with customers coming in and out one after another. Although it was not as good as those big stores, the business was obviously very good. This made Zhang Zhiwen look forward to refining pills and selling them for money. With money, everything would be easy.

Finally, after half a day, there were fewer people in the shop. At this time, Zhang Zhiwen walked over and asked, "Excuse me, do you accept pills here?"

The old man raised his head and was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Zhang Zhiwen was just a teenager and wearing a linen cloth, the old man frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, don't delay my work."

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't even look at Zhang Zhiwen, and continued to keep accounts with his head down. I don't know where he got so many accounts to count, but I saw him busy from morning to now.

Zhang Zhiwen was not angry when he saw this. He had encountered many such things. If the shopkeeper of such a shop saw him like a beggar, how could he give him a good face? It was good that the old man did not drive him away. Therefore, he did not say much. He took out a spiritual energy powder and placed it in front of the old man.

The old man stopped writing again, then raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhiwen, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Good boy, did you steal this spiritual energy powder?"

Zhang Zhiwen knew what it meant to look down on others with a dog's eyes. He thought that this world of cultivation would be different, but in fact it was more secular than the secular world. When encountering such a thing, the secular world would not dare to say that he stole it right away, right?

But Zhang Zhiwen was not angry. There was no need to get angry with an old man, or a low-level casual cultivator of the second stage of Qi Refining. He just said lightly: "This is mine, not stolen. If you want to take it, name a price. If not, I will leave."

"Hey... If you say it's yours, it's yours, but you are new here, right?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiwen with a playful look.

Zhang Zhiwen was slightly stunned and didn't quite understand what this had to do with whether he was new or not.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwen like this, the old man smiled again, then waved his hand and said impatiently: "No need to see you off!"

Seeing him like this, Zhang Zhiwen really didn't understand. What was going on? This old man didn't take the pills? But since the other party had ordered him to leave, Zhang Zhiwen had to leave.

After coming out, he didn't quite understand. Did the old man think that he stole the spiritual energy powder? But even if he stole it, what did it have to do with the old man? At most, he was trying to lower the price. It was nothing more than this routine. Why didn't he, Zhang Zhiwen, understand? But he was asked to leave after a disagreement. Doesn't this make sense?

Another thing is that Lingqi powder is just the lowest-level elixir. It's nothing special. There should be a lot of them in Feixian City, right? It's not that he stole a Lingqi powder and people are so scared, right? Moreover, even if so, the old man can just call the patrol team to arrest him!

Zhang Zhiwen walked on the street and really didn't understand what was going on, but since this store didn't accept him, he would just change to another one.

Not long after, he found another elixir shop. This time, he was frustrated again. The other party was a middle-aged man, who also drove him away directly, and then said nothing, which made Zhang Zhiwen stunned.

At this moment, a casual cultivator who came out of the elixir shop saw Zhang Zhiwen standing in a daze at the door of the shop, and he smiled and said, "Brother, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"

Zhang Zhiwen came back to his senses and looked at the other party in confusion.

Seeing him like this, the casual cultivator said again: "Hey, I think you really don't know. Think about whose territory this is? This is Zhao's territory. What do they do? They are engaged in the sale of elixirs. You sell elixirs here to their store? Do you think they will accept it? It's good that they didn't let the patrol team arrest you."

After the casual cultivator finished speaking, he smiled again, as if he thought Zhang Zhiwen was too stupid, and then he shook his head and walked away.

Zhang Zhiwen understood now. He really didn't think about this problem for a while. He was eager to sell elixirs and ignored this very important thing. After all, the secular world is different from Feixian City. In the secular world, if you sell some medicinal materials, others will accept it, and there is no saying that people are not allowed to sell them. But it is different here. The elixir business is obviously monopolized by the Zhao family. Moreover, elixirs are very different from secular medicinal materials. This thing is a necessity for casual cultivators. Everyone needs to prepare some. So how can the Zhao family allow others to sell elixirs here?

Fortunately, Zhang Zhiwen didn't sell it on the street, otherwise the patrol team would have found him right away and arrested him to serve in the army, which would have been even worse!

Now, the pills can't be sold, what should I do?

Zhang Zhiwen was a little helpless, but he thought about it and decided that he should try other places. The west of the city is the Zhao family's territory, but the rest of Feixian City is not the Zhao family's territory. Go and look elsewhere. Maybe it can be sold.

As for selling elixirs, that is basically not feasible. Even if it is done privately, the risk is extremely high. Zhang Zhiwen does not plan to take this risk for the time being unless it is a last resort.

In this way, he went to other places in Feixian City. However, at the end of the day, he searched all other areas of Feixian City and could not find a single elixir shop. It seemed that the four major families had already discussed it, and whose business would be the best. It is clear who will do it, and Feixian City is completely under control.

At this moment, it was almost getting dark, so Zhang Zhiwen had to go back first, otherwise the patrol team would come to check on him soon and he would be finished if he was caught.

But Zhang Zhiwen felt very depressed in his heart. The four major families in Feixian City were simply overbearing. Could it be that he was forced to go back to Lin's Immortal Mansion to ask Lin Mingyue for a job in the animal dung garden? Zhang Zhiwen doesn't want to do this, it's not a matter of face. He doesn't care about face. He has been a beggar and picked up dung. Mere face is nothing. He is worried that if he gets too close to Lin Mingyue, he will inevitably get involved with the Lin family. Due to family disputes, wouldn't it be good for him to cultivate alone? There was no need to get involved in that kind of trouble. If he got into someone he shouldn't have gotten into, he would probably be someone else's scapegoat.

Zhang Zhiwen was unwilling to give in. After this night, he still planned to find a way the next day. If he couldn't sell this elixir, it would be difficult for him to improve his cultivation level in the future. With the little monthly salary from his job, what would happen next? It takes months to leave here? Is it possible to work here for the rest of your life?

Since the store can't sell, he plans to go to the market to have a look. Maybe someone in this market is willing to take over, and he just needs to avoid the market in Zhao's territory, right?

In this way, he went directly to the Chengdong Market. This market was also very large. There were various people setting up stalls and a dazzling array of things. Finally, he saw a stall with elixirs on it. , he was immediately overjoyed, but he had encountered the same obstacles as before. Now he kept his face and pretended to be casually strolling, and then wandered in front of this stall.

The stall owner is a young man, about in his early twenties, wearing a green shirt. He is sitting in the stall with a sad face. It is obvious that this guy's business is not doing well, and there are no one around to buy from him.

Among the things he laid out, apart from a pill, there were also a few pieces of skin that looked like they were rabbit monsters, and a few bones of unknown monsters. These were just some low-level things, and most of them were gone. The casual cultivators in the past didn't even bother to take a second look.

Zhang Zhiwen pretended to look at something and squatted down. The young man did not greet Zhang Zhiwen and continued to sit like a wooden man. If nothing else, with this attitude alone, I am afraid that some people who wanted to buy something would not buy it. This young man is not only bad at things, but he also doesn’t know how to do business.

But Zhang Zhiwen didn't care about this. He picked up a bone at random and asked, "What is this?"

The young man finally looked at Zhang Zhiwen, and then said in a half-dead tone: "The hind leg bone of the wild boar demon..."

"How to sell?" Zhang Zhiwen continued to ask.

"Three low-grade spiritual stones!" the young man replied in a half-dead tone.

"It's too expensive. How much can I sell for it at least?" Zhang Zhiwen is used to bargaining. He was born in the market and has seen and heard everything, so he naturally understands this.

But the young man was impatient. He snatched the bone from Zhang Zhiwen's hand and threw it back to the stall. Then he said angrily: "If you don't want it, don't ask so many questions. You can't even see the boar demon's hind leg bone. Why are you buying it?" What to buy!”

It's okay that this young man doesn't speak. When he does speak, he always says things that offend the customers. He has such a bad temper. No wonder the business is bleak.

However, Zhang Zhiwen didn't care. Instead, he smiled faintly, then pointed at the elixir and said, "I recognize this Yiling elixir."

When the young man heard this, his eyes brightened, and then he said, "Do you want it? I'll give it to you cheaply!"

"Hey, didn't Feixian City say that no one is allowed to sell elixirs?" Zhang Zhiwen followed the other person's words and asked tentatively.

He is alone in Feixian City. He is not familiar with the place. Many things need to be understood slowly and slowly. The young man in front of him should be a casual cultivator who is more familiar with Feixian City. Otherwise, he would not be able to show up at the market. Setting up stalls, as for Mr. Fang, they actually know too little about Feixian City. They basically know nothing about the market or buying and selling. They are just handymen, and they have too little contact with the outside world.

"Tch, what are you saying, elixirs are not allowed to be sold? There is no such rule, just don't sell them under Zhao's eyes. I sell them one or two. Why, is it against the law? I'm a I paid the booth fee, so I am justified!" The young man obviously couldn't stand the excitement and explained the matter clearly in a few seconds.

"Hey, what's your stall fee worth?" Zhang Zhiwen tried again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you are the uncle, what else can you do? Come on, come on, give me a low-grade spiritual stone. The stall fee for this day is enough for you to live for a year, and you still have such a big tone. Go, don’t interfere with my business!”

The young man talked a lot, but he couldn't hold back a word if he wanted to do business, but when it came to quarreling with others, this guy still had a few words.