Chapter 9: Heart Attack

"Of course I intend to sell them to you." Facing the old man's attitude, Ye Leng'an felt no discomfort at all. Back in the cultivation world, strength was everything, and she couldn't count how many people older than her had bowed and scraped before her. "What price are you planning to offer?"

"This—" A hint of difficulty surfaced on the old man's face. "We have never handled such precious medicinal pills before, so I will need to report this matter upward before a price can be set. Alternatively, if you are not in a hurry, you could leave them with us. We are about to hold an auction, and they should fetch a much higher price then."

As soon as news of the Beauty Pill spread, it would undoubtedly attract many customers. Since ancient times, no woman has been able to resist the temptation of the Beauty Pill.

Ye Leng'an frowned. "If I sell them to you, roughly when will the price be determined?"

While an auction was clearly more advantageous for her, she was short on cash right now! Furthermore, she had an endless supply of these low-grade Beauty Pills; she didn't care about them at all.

The old man froze for a moment. "This—"

"Customer, if you trust our Renshan Hall, then please leave the Beauty Pills with us first," the old man said after a moment of deliberation. "The liquid capital I can mobilize right now is three million. I can pay you a three-million-yuan deposit first. Leave your account details, and once the price is determined, we will transfer the remaining balance directly to your account. What do you think?"

"Fine, let's do that!" Ye Leng'an agreed immediately.

Clearly, this decision was the most suitable for her current situation. As for whether Renshan Hall would embezzle her Beauty Pills, she wasn't worried in the slightest. If Renshan Hall truly dared to steal her things, she would make them spit them back out exactly the same way they swallowed them.

Glancing at her bank balance on her phone, Ye Leng'an left Renshan Hall feeling satisfied.

After Ye Leng'an departed, the old man did not dare to delay for a second and immediately closed the shop doors. He had to take that bottle of Beauty Pills back to his clan immediately; any delay might lead to complications.

Just before Ye Leng'an left, he had tentatively inquired whether she was the one who had refined the pills. Although he felt it was unlikely, given that she looked like a teenage girl who couldn't possibly have refined such legendary pills.

However, even if she hadn't refined them herself, she must certainly know a very powerful alchemist. Moreover, her aura was something even he did not dare to underestimate.

Therefore, even though she was several decades younger than him, he did not dare to show even the slightest disrespect.

"Sir, what's wrong?" On the main road, a middle-aged man dressed as a driver looked panicked.

An elderly man lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, looking as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

Many people around them wanted to step forward, but no one dared to help. The old man's condition looked dire, and no one knew what had happened. If they rushed in to help and something went wrong, who would take responsibility?

Ye Leng'an saw this scene from a distance. She stepped forward and, with a single glance, assessed the old man's condition.

"Did you not bring any medicine?" Ye Leng'an looked at the driver. "He is having a heart attack."

(End of Chapter)