Chapter 606: Disturbing You, I'm Here to Buy Pills

At this moment, inside the pharmacy, as the door behind him closed, the golden-robed ancestor of the Shoufeng clan, with his hands behind his back, looked indifferently around.

This pharmacy wasn't large and seemed quite ordinary. On a nearby stove, an iron kettle was boiling water, emitting a gentle steam.

His first glance fell on a young man in a coarse linen robe, sprawled out on a nearby seat.

This young man's expression constantly changed, at times frowning, at times deep in thought, at times looking pleased. He was muttering some nonsensical poetry, sounding utterly incoherent.

Despite his arrival, the young man didn't even spare him a glance.

The ancestor's gaze swept over him, discerning he was merely a minor Golden Core cultivator, so he directly ignored him and looked towards the second person, who stood nearby holding a long sword.

This person was also young and was currently smiling at him.

"Ling'er, we have a customer!"

Ling'er, who was behind the counter calculating accounts, looked up upon hearing this.

The counter was quite large, and she was small in stature. She had been bent over, operating an abacus. Her sudden appearance now seemed quite abrupt. Upon noticing the ancestor, Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she called out enthusiastically.

"Esteemed customer, what would you like to buy? Our white pills are particularly famous throughout the Kusheng Mountain Range. They're one spirit coin each, and if you buy in bulk, we can offer a discount."

The ancestor of the Shoufeng clan furrowed his brow slightly, cast a cold glance at the sword-wielding youth, then looked at the young girl.

In all these years, few people had ever remained so composed in his presence.

The reactions of the people here were somewhat different from what he expected. Fortunately, not everyone was like that; a young cultivator not far away was currently trembling and staring at him in fear.

This kind of reaction, in his view, was normal. Next, the ancestor's gaze fell on the people mopping the floor inside the pharmacy.

One was a chubby boy, the other an old man. They were both busy, wiping back and forth, especially the chubby boy.

He even turned his head and shouted at the ancestor.

"The spot I just wiped is still wet! Don't step all over it!"

They were merely ants that he could crush with ease. He would simply crush them later.

He then turned his head to look at an old man sitting in the distance, teasing a parrot. This old man was just a mortal, looking as if he was on the verge of death.

After careful confirmation, the ancestor withdrew his gaze.

In his opinion, no matter what these people were relying on to adopt such a casual attitude in front of him and disrespect him, it didn't matter. With his hands behind his back, he spoke calmly.

In his perception, with a single step, this place would instantly be leveled to the ground and turn to ash. All those before him would, in the blink of an eye, complete their transformation from life to death, becoming withered bones.

Especially the chubby boy, he would turn to dust.

But the next moment, the old man paused and looked down at the ground.

The pharmacy showed no reaction; everything was as usual, and his aura was like a stone ox entering the sea, leaving no trace or ripple.

Only the nearby stove, where the teapot wobbled, then clanged as it fell to the ground, spilling hot water everywhere.

The chubby boy who was mopping the floor immediately grew agitated and looked up with a glare.

"You old geezer! I just finished wiping that spot!"

The ancestor was astonished and suspicious, his expression slightly changed. His divine sense immediately spread out, carefully observing the ground beneath him, and he glanced at the fallen teapot.

He felt something was wrong, his pupils contracted. He was certain there was no issue with the burst of his aura earlier, and the power from his step had also been unleashed.

Logically, that single step should not only have turned this pharmacy to ash but also reduced the entire earthen city to ruins.

Yet now, only a teapot had fallen.

Unease and vigilance rose in the Shoufeng ancestor's heart. Just then, he quickly turned his head to look at a side room, from which someone suddenly emerged, holding firewood.

This was a woman dressed as a maid. Her face was now filled with fury and intense killing intent. She looked like a volcano about to erupt completely, as if an irreconcilable enmity existed between him and her.

"You old geezer! I just went out to get some firewood! You actually knocked over the water I just boiled! Do you know how hard it is to boil water without using cultivation??"

As the maid roared, her cultivation erupted with a bang. Her fluctuations, at the peak of the Spirit Cache realm, almost reaching the Return to Void realm, made the ancestor's heart instantly grow heavier. He immediately realized why his previous step had been ineffective.

At the same time, he understood why the reactions of these people differed from his expectations. All of this was because of the woman in front of him.

Although the other party was clearly so powerful, yet she was disguised as a maid. This made him even more astonished and suspicious. Although many powerful cultivators had eccentricities, he had never seen such a peculiarity.

At this moment, he had already put away his initial arrogance, calming himself as much as possible. With a wave of his hand, he levitated the teapot and returned it to its original position, then spoke calmly.

"This old man has come here to seek justice for the loss of my clan's sacred artifact. Since you are here, fellow Daoist, we can discuss it now."

"I don't care about your sacred artifact or whatever! That's none of my business! Just hurry up and boil my water! Otherwise, I'll eat you!"

The maid scoffed.

The ancestor's brow furrowed. He had intended to be polite, but the other party was so disrespectful, acting as if he was truly afraid.

So his divine sense spread out. After a careful investigation, he found that there was indeed no Return to Void grandmaster here. His gaze turned cold, and he looked towards the back room.

"Little thief, get out here!"

As he spoke, the ancestor took a step forward, heading directly for the back room. He no longer intended to waste time here.

In an instant, he was in front of the curtain of the back room, where his divine sense detected Xu Qing.

His right hand rose. With a grab, the thin curtain fluttered gracefully. But the next instant, the ancestor's expression changed. He felt that as the curtain swayed, a tremendous force suddenly surged back from within, enveloping his entire body with a roar before he could react. The ancestor's body shook, and he staggered back several steps. His internal organs churned. He abruptly turned to look at the maid, his eyes filled with killing intent, and he spoke coldly.

"You mean to protect him?"

The maid rolled her eyes at him impatiently.

"Kill him if you can. Better yet, kill the one with the sword by the door too. I'd even thank you."

As she spoke, the iron kettle on the stove began to whistle, and the water was boiling.

The maid immediately went over, picked up the kettle, and quickly walked towards the mortal old man teasing the parrot. Her steps became light as she approached. This scene made the ancestor freeze once more.

He personally saw that fellow Daoist, who had a cultivation level similar to his own, now seemed like a completely different person. All aggression in her expression had vanished completely, replaced by an extremely docile demeanor, as she prepared tea for the mortal old man.

This scene made the ancestor's heart skip a beat. While feeling uneasy, he secretly took out a jade pendant and focused his divine sense to investigate the old man.

This jade pendant was also a treasure of their clan, capable of accurately discerning all cultivation fluctuations below the Spirit Incubation realm. At this moment, the pendant's feedback indicated everything was normal.

The ancestor was somewhat perplexed, but he instinctively felt that this pharmacy was off, very off. As he hesitated in his heart at this moment,

he looked at the person mopping the floor, then at the sword-wielding youth, and also the muttering cultivator.

Finally, he glanced at the counter again. They were all behaving as usual.

This gave him a very strange feeling.

The ancestor hesitated. Just then, he suddenly saw the mortal old man stop teasing the parrot and instead pick up a teacup and take a sip.

In his exposed left hand, there seemed to be a bead. Looking closely, inside the bead was a terrified face. He recognized it; it was Revered Blackeye.

Although this revered person's cultivation wasn't high, the fact that he was now held captive in someone's hand, the terrifying nature of this scene, immediately made the ancestor's scalp tingle, and he slowly retreated.

He wanted to leave. He felt this pharmacy was terrifying because he thought of another possibility for his jade pendant's lack of reaction.

Although this possibility was extremely slim, as he looked at everything around him at this moment, he felt that this impossible scenario didn't seem so impossible anymore.

This thought made his forehead sweat, his body tremble uncontrollably, and his heartbeat frantically accelerate. All his current reactions mirrored what he had previously assumed were the reactions of the shop's inhabitants upon seeing him.

That feeling of tension filled him with unprecedented regret. He felt he had been careless and rash, and shouldn't have impulsively walked into this small pharmacy.

"If my guess is true," he thought, "then how can this be just a small pharmacy? This is a damn Nine Nether Purgatory!"

As the ancestor trembled, Ling'er sighed.

"Are you really not buying any pills? Our pills are truly excellent."

The ancestor remained silent. He took out his storage pouch and placed it on the counter, speaking in a low voice.

"I'll buy!"

Ling'er beamed happily. She put away the storage pouch, took out a white pill, and handed it over.

The ancestor silently took the pill and slowly retreated. He was careful to step only where he had walked before, trying not to dirty the floor. He instinctively glanced at the mortal old man who was drinking tea.

The old man also slightly raised his head and looked at him. The next moment their gazes met, the ancestor's mind suddenly roared as if a million heavenly thunders had exploded, making his body tremble even more. In the blink of an eye, sweat drenched his golden robe.

"Spirit Incubation!" The terror in the ancestor's heart transformed into a towering wave that shook the heavens, assaulting his mind and engulfing his thoughts. Every inch of his flesh and every bone in his body seemed to scream, trembling as they warned: Danger! Danger! Danger!

These numerous perceptions of danger seemed to possess independent life, tearing at his flesh and soul.

He regretted it. He regretted it immensely, regretted it like never before. He felt that the biggest mistake of his life was walking into this ordinary little pharmacy.

"How could this be?" Sweat poured down the ancestor's face like rain. With a thud, he instinctively fell to his knees.

At the same time, the old man, the Young Master's grandfather, softly spoke, "Come."