Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

After the white light disappeared, a big door came into view.

Forged from thousand-year-old cold iron, it is engraved with intricate runes and patterns of fairy beasts flying in the clouds.

Wen Jin couldn't recognize these runes, they must have been lost.

Kongtong Valley is truly worthy of being a sect that was founded with the help of the Kongtong Seal. Although it has declined due to the loss of the magic weapon, the city's heritage cannot be underestimated.

"You two, please come in."

A voice came from inside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door in front of Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao slowly opened.

A fresh scent mixed with herbs suddenly hit my face.

Wen Jin held his breath for a moment and quickly looked around the room.

It is spacious and bright, with a high-hanging dome, built with high-grade spiritual world, crystal clear, gathering the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world here, making the whole space full of rich and pure spiritual fluctuations.

Then her eyes fell on the figure in the center of the room, standing with his back to them and his hands behind his back.

The man turned around slowly.

He held a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently.

Wen Jin noticed his gray-blue eyes at a glance.

Although there are all kinds of strange people and things in the world of immortal cultivation, apart from the demon cultivators who have cultivated into human form, cultivators with heterochromatic eyes are rare.

The person in front of him was undoubtedly not a demon cultivator.

Just like the boss behind the pharmacy.

Wen Jin's eyes flashed under the hood, and there was a hint of scrutiny in the look he gave him.

The boss didn't care. He held the folding fan in one hand and spread his hands towards Wen Jin.

He didn't say anything, and Ji Yunmiao immediately put the pill in his hand.

He took it with a smile, kept it on Ji Yunmiao's slender fingers for two seconds, and then opened the porcelain bottle.

It is undoubtedly an eighth-grade elixir.

The eighth-level spiritual essence pill can give a person’s Dantian a new lease of life.

"May I ask one more question?"

He closed the lid slowly, looked up at Ji Yunmiao, and said.

Ji Yunmiao nodded.

"Are you an alchemist?" He asked, and continued, "Putting it in your palm, it looks like it has been soaked in medicinal energy for years."

"That's right." Ji Yunmiao affirmed. There was nothing to hide. If they could negotiate it now, it might be more convenient in the future.

Hearing this, the boss tightened his grip on the folding fan slightly.

His eyes fell on the porcelain bottle, and then back to Ji Yunmiao. The indifference just now was swept away, replaced by a fanaticism.

It is hard to say whether one can find five seventh-level alchemists who can refine eighth-level elixirs in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

And he, after thousands of years, has only managed to stay at the level of a fourth-rank alchemist - with his talent, he would have stopped there if he hadn't encountered the right opportunity.

But there is always a way out, and he happened to find a way to advance his mental power!

All he needed was an eighth-level pill to overcome the barrier that had been preventing him from becoming a fifth-level alchemist: mental strength!

But he is only a seventh-level alchemist. What qualifications does he have to come into contact with a seventh-level alchemist?

Not to mention that Kongtong Valley itself doesn't have it, even the sects that Kongtong Valley is friendly with don't have it.

And his connections only go so far.

He had thought that his lifelong passion for alchemy would only go so far.

But today!

A seventh-level alchemist who can refine eighth-level elixirs fell from the sky! !

This made him extremely excited.

The boss took two steps forward excitedly and wanted to grab Ji Yunmiao's arm, but Ji Yunmiao dodged him quickly.

"I am the one who is rude! I am the one who is rude!"

The boss realized what he was doing and immediately stepped back as if in response, and hurriedly saluted Ji Yunmiao.

"I wonder what you mean by consignment..."

As he spoke, he returned the porcelain bottle in his hand to Ji Yunmiao with both hands.

"We want to exchange the elixir for something."

Wen Jin answered before Ji Yunmiao could speak. She took the porcelain bottle from Ji Yunmiao and played with it between her fingers.

Most of her face was covered by the hood, and her red lips were faintly visible in the darkness. She was surprised that the boss was so interested in high-level elixirs...

To put it nicely, he is a respected alchemist, to put it bluntly... this boss seems to have never seen anything like this. After all, he is the owner of the largest auction house in Kongtong City, and he must have some connection with Kongtong Valley and other famous sects.

Even though it is hard to find a seventh-level alchemist nowadays, twenty or thirty thousand years ago, alchemy practice was extremely popular. With such a huge foundation, the eighth-level elixir would not be praised too highly...

Then he was not interested in the elixir. He only became excited after asking about Ji Yunmiao's identity. Perhaps it was because of Ji Yunmiao's identity as an alchemist...

"The price is too high." Wen Jin said secretly.

It was all because of this Medicine King Valley. After staying here for a long time, they felt that the eighth-level elixir was not very valuable. They shouldn’t have used the eighth-level elixir to negotiate! ! They should have used the seventh-level elixir! !

Now, her senior brother is only a seventh-level alchemist, and a mysterious figure like the master of Penglai Peak suddenly appeared in front of the boss. It was really exciting...

I acted too hastily and made some mistakes...

"Your Excellency, you said that anything I can find can be discussed!"

The boss turned his gaze to Wen Jin and gave her the same greeting as Ji Yunmiao had just given her, and said respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jin looked at Ji Yunmiao and said, "I heard that the Snow Soul Stone..."

She stopped talking halfway through her sentence.

"This..." The boss's face, which was resolute just now, now showed some hesitation. He opened his mouth, looking a little embarrassed.

Wen Jin didn't continue talking, nor did she speak. The porcelain vase that she had been playing with was now held in her hand again.

Finally, under her gaze, the boss seemed to have made up his mind, raised his head, and looked serious.

"This thing was originally..." He paused, and suddenly realized that he had said too much. Then he raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the edge of Wen Jin's hood: "I also have an unwelcome request."