C15 I Bought Everything!!

Hearing a voice near his ear, Lo Chuan slowly opened his eyes to appraise the young man before him. Clad in a black brocade robe with a flamboyant folding fan in hand, he certainly stood out. The elder at his side possessed considerable strength, evident in his Fifth Grade Dao Seeking prowess. Could he be a scion of some major power? Lo Chuan pondered.

"I'm not selling," Lo Chuan stated flatly, shaking his head.

"One hundred spiritual crystals!" The young man believed that such a sum was a fortune a mere mortal would seldom encounter in a lifetime.

Lo Chuan remained silent, though his slightly furrowed brow betrayed his growing impatience.

"One thousand spiritual crystals!" The price was now tenfold, as the young man spoke again.

Choosing to disregard the stranger, Lo Chuan continued to recline, closing his eyes once more to soak up the sun's warmth.

The young man, noticing this, let out a cold smirk, as if an idea had struck him. "Boss, isn't this supposed to be a store? I don't see any merchandise," he commented, peering inside.

"The items are all inside; have a look for yourself," Lo Chuan responded, eyes still closed, from his lounge chair. "Oh, and don't forget to place the spiritual crystals on the counter after you pick something out. Each customer is limited to one of each item."

The young man's irritation was palpable, his cold gaze fixed on Lo Chuan as if he were staring down a dead man.

"Uncle Fu, let's check it out," he beckoned to the elder behind him before stepping into the shop.

Uncle Fu surveyed the shop and found nothing amiss. "Coke? Spicy sticks? Are these really what's for sale?" he wondered aloud, approaching the glass shelves with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Upon reading the descriptions, the young man couldn't help but sneer. "Boss, you're making this up, right? Instantly heal all wounds, boost one's cultivation by a minor realm, and it's stackable up to five times? Ha! To my knowledge, not even high-grade elixirs can achieve that."

"True or false, the proof is in the trying," came Lo Chuan's calm reply.

The young man narrowed his eyes and plucked a packet of spicy sticks from the shelf, passing it to the elder behind him.

"Uncle Fu, check if it's the real deal."

Uncle Fu, already a Fifth Grade Dao Seeker, was impervious to the so-called poisons of the mundane world.

He nodded, accepting the spicy sticks.

Ripping open the packaging, a pungent aroma quickly permeated the air.

"This scent?!"

Both the young man and Uncle Fu couldn't help but slightly widen their eyes – the aroma was irresistibly enticing.

Without much hesitation, Uncle Fu bit into the spicy sticks. It was as though a blaze ignited in his mouth, tempting him to savor the sensation longer.

But he remembered the young man's instructions and promptly finished the snack.

"Hmm?!"

Seconds later, a formidable surge of spiritual energy erupted around him!

Uncle Fu's eyes bulged with barely concealed astonishment.

Meanwhile, the young shop owner, who had been lounging in a rocking chair, was now inside the store, locking eyes with him.

"Well?" inquired the young man, inhaling deeply.

Uncle Fu gave a nod.

The young man's heart skipped a beat – the effect was real.

If he could take such a quantity of spicy sticks back to Silver Moon Manor, the sect's combat power could multiply exponentially!

"Boss, I'll take all the spicy sticks you have! And all the cola, too!" he called out to Lo Chuan, struggling to contain his excitement.

Though he hadn't tested the cola's potency, he was almost certain of its authenticity.