I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 54: Good Luck

Translator: 549690339

Nothing happened overnight.

Early the next day, Han Yi left his residence.

Today, he planned to sell the magical tools he had harvested and see if he could purchase suitable ones. Then, he would casually inquire about the progress of the war.

Red Sun Peak, Red Sun Fang Market.

After entering the market, Han Yi felt a bit surprised.

At present, the market looked completely different than it did a few days ago.

A few days ago, both Inner and Outer Peak markets were bustling with activity, with people almost pushing against each other.

But now, it appeared exceptionally quiet, even quieter than before the war with the Blood God Sect began.

However, Han Yi didn’t think too much about it and headed straight for the Nine Dragons Shop.

The shopkeeper was the same one he had dealt with before, last name He, full name He Fangwei.

Seeing Han Yi, He Fangwei’s face showed a hint of a smile.

“My friend, you are really lucky to have returned alive to the sect.”

Last time, when Han Yi came to inquire about purchasing a defensive robe, He Fangwei had guessed that Han Yi was a disciple of the Outer Peak and that his realm should be the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation.

The reason it was only a guess was that Han Yi always appeared wearing a mask, concealing his aura. He Fangwei couldn’t directly probe him, so he could only guess.

Generally speaking, when Inner Sect disciples enter the Inner Sect, the sect would grant them a basic defensive robe in consideration of their safety.

Of course.

His guess was not solely based on Han Yi buying a robe, but also included the various traces of the times Han Yi had bought materials and sold pills before.

Having lived to his age and being in charge of the Nine Dragons Shop, He Fangwei had always been good at discerning people.

This made him very interested in Han Yi because an Outer Sect disciple with such a strong ability to refine pills was simply incredible.

However, upon reconsidering, Han Yi would be going to the battlefield with the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation. He Fangwei was well aware of the terrifying combat power of the Blood God Sect cultivators. The probability of Han Yi dying in their hands was too high.

As a result, he put Han Yi’s matter out of his mind and didn’t investigate further.

Unexpectedly, so many Late Stage Qi Cultivation disciples died, but Han Yi, who was only at the Sixth Layer, managed to survive. Moreover, he appeared unharmed, which showed how good his luck was.

In fact.

What Han Yi didn’t know was that the reason the market was so quiet today was because many of the disciples who went to battle had sustained minor or severe injuries. They were recuperating in their courtyards and had no time to come to the market.

“Oh?” Han Yi was intrigued.

He Fangwei, as the shopkeeper of the Nine Dragons Shop, had a reported connection to a Golden Core Supreme Elder from the Inner Peak. He definitely knew more insider information than ordinary inner and outer disciples.

If he wanted to inquire about news, wasn’t He Fangwei the most suitable person to ask?

Han Yi timely showed a look of lingering fear on his face: “That’s right, my luck is indeed quite good. If it were worse, 1 would have died out there.”

Indeed.

If Han Yi had encountered the joint attack of three Eighth Layer Qi Cultivation opponents at the same time, it would have been too dangerous, and it might have been the end of him in Tianqing City.

“By the way, Shopkeeper He, do you know what happened that forced us to withdraw overnight?”

Han Yi didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly.

He Fangwei shook his head: “1 am just a businessman, how would 1 know.”

“Getting back to business, do you have any pills to sell today, my friend?”

Han Yi knew that He Fangwei simply didn’t want to tell him.

It made sense since, to He Fangwei, he was just an ordinary disciple who wasn’t qualified to know.

Some things can’t be told if the relationship isn’t right.

Han Yi shook his head: “Shopkeeper He, 1 have some magical tools here, can the Nine Dragons Shop take them?”

“Of course, as long as it’s a transaction, we can do it.” He Fangwei replied without hesitation.

Han Yi nodded and took out the first magical tool.

It was a long-handled umbrella-shaped tool, which was severely damaged, with over half of it destroyed.

“This is a medium-grade magical tool, but the damage is too severe. There is no possibility of repairing it completely, it can only be dismantled and sold as materials.”

“Let’s call it 300 Spirit Stones. This price is very fair; you won’t get a higher price anywhere else.”

He Fangwei’s eyes sparkled with a businessman’s shrewdness, and he gave a price after evaluating the item.

Han Yi nodded.

He, of course, knew that what the shopkeeper said about the so-called ‘fair price’ was just commonplace business talk.

But he couldn’t really take the item to another place for evaluation. After all, it would be too time-consuming and labor-intensive. Moreover, building trust takes a long time. He had done quite a few transactions at the Nine Dragons Shop and was somewhat familiar with it.

“Alright, let’s settle on 300 Spirit Stones.” Han Yi confirmed.

He Fangwei revealed a smile. During this special period for the sect, the prices of resources and materials had doubled, and he would make a considerable profit from this.

“Wait, there is one more item.”

Seeing He Fangwei prepared to settle the bill, Han Yi took out a second magical artifact from his storage pouch.

It was a banner-shaped artifact.

“Oh, the Blood Soul Banner.” He Fangwei’s eyes brightened, and his gaze towards Han Yi became somewhat complicated.

“Does Manager He recognize this?”

“Of course, the Blood Soul Banner is one of the Blood God Sect’s standard artifacts.”

He Fangwei picked up the Blood Soul Banner, nodded, and showed a satisfied expression.

“This middle-grade artifact is slightly damaged, but it’s not a big problem. Just a slight refining process will restore it.”

“Fellow Daoist, your luck is extraordinary.”

At his last remark, He Fangwei said to Han Yi with a half-smile.

Han Yi’s expression remained calm, “Good fortune, indeed. Please give me a quote, Manager He.”

“Well… according to the market price, a normal middle-grade artifact ranges from one thousand to ten thousand Spirit Stones.”

“This Blood Soul Banner has four main souls inside, so it should be worth around four thousand Spirit Stones. However, it’s slightly damaged, so I estimate it at three thousand five hundred.”

“However…”

As he said this, He Fangwei paused.

“But, to be honest, Fellow Daoist, the market is currently in short supply of such battle-type artifacts. This artifact, Jiu Long Trading House is willing to make a concession and value it at four thousand. How does that sound?”

He Fangwei initially wanted to give an estimate of three thousand five hundred, but after some thought, he added five hundred more.

After all, this kind of artifact belonged to the Blood God Sect, and the cultivators who possessed artifacts of this level in the Blood God Sect were all in the Late Stage of Qi Cultivation. Han Yi was able to have such an artifact.

It was definitely not the good luck he claimed; the most likely possibility was that he had killed a Late Stage Blood God Sect cultivator and seized this artifact.

This was the reason for his complex expression and the additional five hundred Spirit Stones in the end.

For a businessman, making money was the foundation, but how to make it and how much to make also depended on the situation.

“Alright, let’s value it at four thousand Spirit Stones.”

Only then did Han Yi reveal a happy expression.

Four thousand Spirit Stones – his previous Shadowless Sword only cost him three thousand five hundred. The Blood Soul Banner, even if damaged, was worth more than his Shadowless Sword. Unfortunately, he was not used to this kind of artifact and had to sell it.

“By the way, there is another item.”

Han Yi took out that blood-colored long knife and placed it on the table; the formless killer intent dispersed instantly.

He Fangwei’s gaze towards Han Yi became even more complicated.

“Fellow Daoist, your luck is really something.”

Han Yi nodded, “Good fortune, indeed. Manager He, please give me a quote.”

He Fangwei appraised for a while and gave an estimate of three thousand Spirit Stones.

Han Yi was slightly puzzled. The intact knife was worth three thousand Spirit Stones, while the damaged banner was valued at four thousand.

He Fangwei, noticing Han Yi’s confusion, explained, “The price standard of magic artifacts is mainly based on their materials and power. The Blood Soul Banner’s power is stronger than that of the blood knife. Although it is damaged, it is not serious, so its price is higher than the blood knife.”

Han Yi nodded.

“Alright, let’s go with Manager He’s valuation.”

“Give me a price for the final artifact.”

Han Yi took out the three silver beads used by the gloomy youth and placed them on the table.

He Fangwei suddenly stood up and exclaimed.

“A top-grade artifact, Silver Light Beads?”

He stared intently at the beads for three breaths before turning back to Han Yi. His expression was no longer complicated, but solemn.

“Fellow Daoist, your luck is really against heaven.”

The word ‘luck’ in his mouth now had another meaning: strength.

Han Yi caught the implication of his words, but just smiled, “Yes, good fortune indeed.”

“Manager He, do you recognize this set of artifacts?”

“Of course, I recognize it – the famous Silver Light Beads. This set of artifacts is from one of the three major sects, the Southern Dipper Divine Palace. Among top-grade artifacts, it is a high-profile one.”

“Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want to sell?”

He Fangwei’s eyes were burning as he stared at Han Yi..