Feeble Flame in the Firestorm Chapter 2

The Lantian gathering was located hundreds of miles away from Jinma City.

Aiden Yang flew the Qingye magic weapon for half a day and finally arrived at the destination in the morning.

After passing through a dense forest shrouded in fog, the view ahead suddenly opened up. I saw a wide stone bridge spanning a winding river. There were pavilions in the valley on the opposite bank, and cultivators in strange costumes were coming and going.

There were Taoist priests with long fluttering sleeves holding whisks, strong men carrying heavy swords, men with snakes ringed on their ears, and monks carrying large yellow gourds and riding on exotic animals such as deer and elk...

As far as Aiden Yang knew, this river valley was called Lanyutan.

A mortal had picked up a blue jade here some time ago. The news spread quickly, attracting people from all sides to scramble for it. After a bloody battle, an immortal cultivator took it away.

Today, all the good quality jade has been found.

As immortal cultivators came and went, Lanyu Beach gradually evolved into a trading place.

Walking slowly across the stone bridge, you will arrive at Lanyuji, located in the shade of the mountain, on the river bank.

Strictly speaking, this place cannot be considered a cultivation market, and most of the people coming and going are independent cultivators, so it is only called a gathering.

However, the Tian family, a family of immortal cultivators entrenched in this place, has had several highly gifted disciples in recent decades, all of whom have joined the Tianxing Sect. As their power has expanded, they have the vague intention of turning this place into a new city.

Therefore, every time there is a gathering in Lantian, the number of monks traveling around to trade increases.

Aiden Yang walked through the bluestone streets with ease and came to an antique pharmacy with three big characters "Rui Zhi Tang" written on the plaque.

"Hey, Master Yang, you are here!"

A young servant in gray came up to greet him with a smile on his face.

Aiden Yang nodded, put on his usual cool attitude, and took out a few bottles of pills from his storage bag.

He is also a regular customer of this pharmacy.

As a beginner alchemist who has been refining pills for two and a half years, every time he refines a pill, he will sell it in bulk at Ruizhitang.

However, due to its own technical limitations.

The efficiency of making pills is extremely low.

Often the money earned from alchemy sales is not enough to cover the cost of purchasing raw materials.

This is also one of the reasons why alchemists are so rare in the world of immortal cultivation.

"36 portions of Qingling Powder, 21 portions of Yangjing Pill, 17 portions of Bigu Pill..."

After the pharmacist checked and counted the pills, he reported the detailed number.

"Master Yang, do you want spirit stones or medicinal herbs?"

"As usual, replace all with medicinal herbs."

Aiden Yang waved his hand.

As a descendant of a declining immortal cultivation family, he has become the only heir of this generation in the Yang family since the last member of the same clan passed away five years ago.

A man lives in Biyun Mountain, the ancestral home of his family.

However, his identity as an alchemist and his previous level 5 Qi Refining cultivation still made the cultivators outside maintain a certain respect for him.

Whenever you come to Lanyuji, people you know will call you "Young Master Yang".

Just when he was about to sell the Cuifeng Lingcha as well, he suddenly had a thought and felt that it would be a loss to sell it to the medicinal material dealer at a low price.

It’s better to set up a stall and sell it yourself.

My predecessor was too embarrassed to do so, thinking that it was beneath the dignity of a member of the family to set up a stall and sell things in public.

Aiden Yang doesn't have such pedantic ideas now.

The income from alchemy is not enough to cover the expenses. The poor people can barely afford to eat. Why should they be so picky?

Walk out of Ruizhi Hall.

Aiden Yang came to the street where stalls were set up for trading, ready to sell his own spiritual tea.

The management of Lanyuji is strict. If you want to set up a stall, you have to pay two spirit stones to the management team.

Now he was short of money and he wanted to break a spirit stone into two pieces to spend, so naturally he couldn't afford the money.

After wandering back and forth for a few times, Aiden Yang rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

He walked to an inconspicuous stall in the corner. The stall owner was a young girl who looked naive and stood there obediently waiting for customers to come.

"What would you like to order, fellow Daoist? Take a look at this preliminary explanation of the formation. It only costs five spirit stones..."

The girl thought it was a customer coming, so she smiled and greeted him quickly.

Aiden Yang responded with a few words, then suddenly lowered his voice: "I want to make a deal, what do you think?"

"What deal?"

The chubby-faced girl seemed to be on high alert and immediately showed a guarded look.

However, after seeing Aiden Yang's gentle and handsome face up close, the vigilance in her eyes relaxed a little.

"It's like this, I'm willing to give half of my spiritual stones and share a stall with you..."

Aiden Yang showed a very friendly and sunny smile and told his plan.

He observed for a while and found that the girl in the corner was not doing good business. Almost no one was interested in the basic skills and magic arrays placed on the table.

I can just borrow half of the tabletop to sell spiritual tea.

This way he could pay two less spirit stones, and the girl could also reduce the cost of setting up a stall, which was considered a small loophole in the market.

Of course, if the other party disagrees, Aiden Yang still has a second goal and a third goal...

"That's fine, though."

The chubby-faced girl frowned and thought for a moment, then readily agreed.

"But you have to give me the spirit stone first!"

She stretched out her white and tender little hand.

"no problem."

Aiden Yang directly delivered the spirit stones and was not afraid that the other party would default on the payment.

Because he looks inexperienced and doesn't have any scheming minds, and his cultivation level is only at the second level of Qi Refining, he can be easily controlled.

So it was Aiden Yang’s first target for stall sharing.

Soon half of the space on the wooden table was cleared, and Aiden Yang placed the tea and utensils on it.

Just as he finished packing, he frowned and thought to himself.

As the saying goes, even good wine needs to be hidden in a bush. I'm afraid that my dry tea products have no competitiveness at all.

The sales knowledge gained from his previous life made Aiden Yang start thinking.

So he greeted the girl first, then ran to the original medicine cabinet and exchanged a pound of tea leaves for a set of white porcelain tea sets, a copper scale and clean water from the manager.

Back at the stall, he used the spiritual fire technique to boil the water.

Then select Cuifeng tea leaves of better quality and put them into a white porcelain cup, then add hot water to brew it. Immediately, a long and refreshing tea fragrance will waft around.

"Oh, the authentic spiritual tea from Biyun Mountain is on sale at a low price! You'll make a profit if you buy it. Fellow Taoists, don't miss it if you pass by, come and take a look!"

Aiden Yang was ready and immediately started howling at the top of his lungs.

Most monks are cold and apathetic, and feel they are above the mundane world. Even when they are trading at stalls, they remain silent and wait for someone to make a fuss and ask questions.

It is rare to hear such down-to-earth business calls as Aiden Yang's.

But the effect was immediate.

Many monks passing by were attracted by the breath and smelled the wafting tea fragrance, and actually gathered in front of the stall to inquire.

"Stayer, how much do you sell this spiritual tea for?"

A cultivator asked.

"One Lingshi is one tael."

"What?! Your tea is made of Lingshi?"

"This is too expensive."

Many monks shook their heads and turned to leave.

"My fellow Taoists, please stay and listen to me!"

Aiden Yang immediately started to talk eloquently, praising the various benefits of the spiritual tea, such as calming the mind, helping with cultivation, and expelling inner demons... He boasted about them to the skies.

In fact, spiritual tea does have these effects.

But the effect is very weak.

Most of them are stylish items used by immortal sects or families to show off their wealthy status or to entertain guests.

I saw that several of the monks who were watching looked excited.

Aiden Yang immediately used the marketing methods from his previous life and added some extra spice to the spiritual tea.

"My fellow Taoists, you may not know that the picking and making of my tea is even more particular..."

He paused briefly, whetting the appetite of the monks around him before continuing.

"Listen to the poem:

When the eyebrows are plucked at fifteen, a touch of soft breasts steams green jade.

The fine clothes are not afraid of being dried by the spring rain, and the full cup is really as fragrant as milk flowers. "