Chapter 608: Sorry to Bother You, I’m Just Here to Buy Some Pills

Chapter 608: Sorry to Bother You, I’m Just Here to Buy Some Pills

After the Green Spirit Pharmacy’s door slammed shut, the golden-robed Patriarch Wind Guardian looked around coldly. The shop wasn’t very large, and didn’t look unusual in any way. There was a little oven off to the side with a steaming kettle of water boiling atop it.

He noted the young man sprawled out to the side, clad in a hemp garment. The young man’s expression flitted between a frown, a thoughtful expression, and a pleased look. He seemed to be mumbling some sort of incoherent, nonsensical poetry. Surprisingly, he hardly took note of Patriarch Wind Guardian.

The patriarch scanned him and found that he was nothing more than a measly Gold Core cultivator. Ignoring him, he turned his attention to the next notable person, who stood next to the door holding a sword. He was also a young man, and he was smiling broadly at the patriarch.

“Welcome to our establishment! Don’t mind me, I’m just the guard here. If you want to buy something, step on in!” Turning to look in the direction of the counter, he yelled, “Hey, Ling’er! We have a customer!”

Ling’er was behind the counter settling the accounts. Hearing her name, she looked up.

The counter was rather large, and she was petite, so when her tiny head suddenly popped up from behind the counter, it looked a bit strange. Seeing the patriarch by the door, her eyes lit up.

“Welcome, sir!” she said enthusiastically. “What would you like to buy? The white boluses here are the most famous in all of the Bitter Life Mountains. They’re a single spirit coin each. If you buy a large number, I can give you a discount.”

Patriarch Wind Guardian frowned slightly. After looking coldly at the young man with the sword, he glanced at the girl. It had been many years since anyone would dare to be so relaxed in his presence. The people here weren’t reacting quite the way he’d imagined they would. Thankfully, not everyone was behaving in that manner. There was one little cultivator in the corner who was trembling in terror. That was a more appropriate reaction.

Next, the patriarch shifted his attention to two people who were currently cleaning the floor.

One was fat, the other was old. They were hard at work scrubbing this way and that. All of a sudden, the fat one turned to look at Patriarch Wind Guardian.

“I just scrubbed over there, so it’s wet! Don’t leave your footprints there!”

Patriarch Wind Guardian’s eyes turned even colder. All people who had ever dared to speak to him in this manner were dead. However, he didn’t immediately take action. He could crush a bug like that with no effort at all. Next, he turned to look at the old man seated at the counter, who was playing with a parrot. The old man looked like any other mortal hovering on the brink of death. After looking at him for a moment, Patriarch Wind Guardian ignored him. In his opinion, it didn’t matter who these people had backing them. The fact that they were basically ignoring him wasn’t important.

Clasping his hands behind his back, he coolly said, “I have no interest in buying medicinal pills. How much are your lives worth? Give me a number and I’ll pay it.”

Tapping into power that was a half a step into Void Returning, he lifted his right foot and then stamped it onto the ground. As he did, he prepared to watch the entire medicine shop be leveled. Everyone would be shredded out of existence, leaving behind nothing but bones. And the fat one was going to turn into ashes.

A moment later, the old man’s jaw dropped, and he looked down at the ground. Not one thing had happened to the medicine shop. It looked exactly the same as before. It was as if the explosive energy that had flowed out of his foot was a stone ox thrown into the ocean. There weren’t even any lingering ripples, or any other sign that anything had happened.

But then the kettle slipped off the stove, clanging onto the ground and spilling all the hot water. The fatty scrubbing the ground suddenly looked up with a deep frown.

“Hey, you old codger!” he snapped angrily. “I just scrubbed the floor there!”

As Patriarch Wind Guardian hesitated about what to do, the old mortal behind the counter stopped playing with the parrot and lifted his cup to take a sip of tea.

That action revealed his left hand, within which was a pearl. Looking closely, it was possible to see a terrified face in that pearl, and it belonged to none other than Guru Blackeyes. Although Guru Blackeyes’ cultivation base wasn’t that impressive, to see him so terrified in the hands of another caused Patriarch Wind Guardian’s scalp to go numb. He started edging his way backward. All he wanted to do now was leave. This medicine shop was a scary place. And the lack of information from his jade pendant could mean only one thing. Although it seemed extremely unlikely, as he looked around, he realized that the unlikely possibility... was actually very likely.

Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead, and he started shaking. His heart also started racing. As it turned out, this was the exact same reaction he’d expected from the people inside the shop when they saw him. Feeling wildly nervous, and full of deep regret, he realized that he had been extremely careless. And he should never have charged through the door of this little medicine shop.

If I’m right, this is no medicine shop. This is the freaking Nine Serenities underworld!!

Seeing the patriarch trembling, Ling’er sighed. “You’re really not going to buy any of our medicinal pills? They’re truly amazing!”

Patriarch Wind Guardian hesitated, then took out a bag of holding and put it on the counter.

“Sure, I’ll buy some!”

Ling’er’s expression brightened up. Scooping up the bag of holding, she handed him a white bolus.

The patriarch took it, then slowly backed away, trying to retrace his footsteps so that he didn’t make the floor any dirtier than he already had. What was more, he couldn’t help but glance at the old mortal with the tea.

The old man looked up at him.

When their gazes met, Patriarch Wind Guardian felt like his mind had been struck by 1,000,000 lightning bolts. He started shaking even harder than before, and sweat began to soak through his golden robe.

S-smoldering... God....

Waves of terror swept through him, battering his mind. Every inch of his flesh, blood, and bones were screaming at him that he was in incredible, incredible, incredible danger.

In fact, those numerous sensations of danger felt like they had lives of their own, and they were chewing at his flesh, soul, and senses. Filled with incomparable, unsurpassable regret, he came to the realization that coming to this little medicine shop was the worst mistake he had ever made in his entire life.

How could this be happening...?

As sweat poured off of him like rain, he instinctively dropped to his knees.

That was when the Heir Apparent spoke. “Come here.”