The Overachiever Who Works Others to Death

Azure Sky Province - the venue for this comprehensive trading event.

This time, Su Min made no attempt to conceal her identity, striding forward openly. The reason was simple: there were only a handful of Unity-stage powerhouses in existence. Excluding the supreme divine beasts, humanity numbered barely ten to twenty at most.

Moreover, every attendee here carried high-grade detection treasures, making disguise pointless.

Besides, the items Su Min intended to trade were anything but ordinary—no chance of bargain hunting here. These were artifacts that could remain unchanged for tens of thousands of years; failing to sell them in one attempt was perfectly normal.

With seasoned veterans all around, negotiations would inevitably be drawn-out. Not that Su Min particularly minded—she could always fall back on alchemy. This time, she'd prepared five Unity Pills for direct trade.

As for custom orders, those would have to wait. After reaching mid-Unity stage, her alchemy skills had improved further. She could now refine pills summoning six-colored lightning tribulations.

"Another heaven-grade high-tier treasure. Probably similar to Yingying's Xuantian Mansion. These major sects truly have deep pockets."

From afar, Su Min observed the magnificent hall suspended mid-air, encased in a formidable barrier that barred entry to anyone below Dao Comprehension stage. Through her enhanced vision, she could see the dense crowds of cultivators below—Golden Core to Divine Transformation practitioners—gazing longingly at the figures entering and exiting the grand hall.

"Stay close."

Turning to the group behind her flying vessel, Su Min utilized her Unity-stage cultivation to forcibly part the barrier. Her sect didn't have many Dao Comprehension experts to spare for this event. Other sects faced similar constraints, so any Unity-stage leader could bring their entourage regardless of cultivation level. Now, Su Min tore open a temporary passage through the barrier with her power, ushering her group inside.

"Greetings, Grand Alchemist."

Two Dao Comprehension cultivators awaited at the entrance, bowing respectfully upon seeing Su Min.

"Mmm."

Su Min offered them a brief nod before proceeding into the main hall. With a wave, she dismissed her followers to their predetermined tasks while leading Lin Yao and Yang Meng deeper inside. Soon they reached an intimate chamber at the hall's core, where figures of terrifying aura congregated. Upon seeing Su Min, their expressions morphed into shock.

"Mid-Unity stage? Impossible!"

They clearly remembered Su Min being early-Unity during the Skeleton Emperor's siege less than a century ago. How had she broken through again so soon? Unity-stage cultivators lived ten thousand years—advancing one minor stage per millennium was considered excellent progress. Yet this woman had done it in mere decades!

Some younger-looking experts (though all Unity-stage veterans) couldn't help sighing. Even the Fallen Cult members present shared their dismay. But they quickly schooled their expressions. After all, this was the Grand Alchemist—someone they desperately needed favors from. No point envying her progress.

Su Min simply smiled at their poorly concealed jealousy before casually taking a seat, her posture clearly conveying: Make your offers now or miss your chance. After exchanging glances, a blue-robed youth stepped forward, presenting a mineral radiating dense spiritual energy.

"This rare ore from our sect's Ten-Thousand Zhang Abyss serves as core material for heaven-grade treasures."

"Exceptionally rare, but insufficiently pure."

After examination, Su Min shook her head. Good material, but not enough.

Gritting his teeth, the youth produced additional items:

A vitality-rich tree segment

A blazing floral specimen

A flawless white jade

"Acceptable. What pill do you require?"

Su Min nodded approvingly. Her primary goal was gathering materials to upgrade her weapon to heaven-grade high-tier—sufficient until Mahayana stage or even the subsequent Ascension stage. This required astronomical quantities of resources. While her sect could provide half, the remainder necessitated these transactions.

"An eighth-grade three-colored pill."

"Agreed. Provide the recipe and materials. Return in one week for collection."

Su Min stored the materials and recorded the order in a notebook—electronic devices couldn't function on the Heavenly Continent's intense energy field, forcing old-fashioned methods.

The relieved youth retreated, visibly pleased. With Su Min's promise, his faction's crucial need would be met. The Grand Alchemist's reputation for reliability was impeccable.

Next, a middle-aged man cut straight to the chase: "I seek a Unity Pill. Surely you have ready made stock?"

"Indeed."

Su Min smiled. She'd prepared several Unity Pills using leftover materials and ingredients from Jiang Xi. As ready-made products, their prices wouldn't be cheap.

The elder understood perfectly, offering his entire fortune via spatial ring without hesitation.

After thorough inspection, Su Min transferred the contents—including a complete set of Unity Pill ingredients—to her own storage. The profit margin exceeded tenfold.

"Yours."

She tossed a jade vial carelessly, startling the recipient who fumbled to catch it. Upon opening, rich medicinal fragrance flooded the chamber. Gulps echoed as attendees eyed the premium three-colored Unity Pill covetously. Yet none dared act rashly before Unity-stage peers. The satisfied customer quickly stored his prize and withdrew.

"Good heavens... Master wasn't kidding about broadening our horizons."

Lin Yao and Yang Meng stood guard behind Su Min, awestruck by the procession of priceless treasures that would spark bloodbaths among Dao Comprehension cultivators. Here, they changed hands like common goods.

Lin Yao covertly transmitted: "Junior Sister, you're an alchemist too—what's your current rank?"

"Only fifth-grade. I'm nowhere near Master's level."

Yang Meng smiled wryly. Before her Heavenly Eye awakened, she'd suffered numerous congenital defects including blindness. Now with wood-tinged fire attributes perfectly suited for alchemy, she'd progressed remarkably—reaching high fifth-grade within decades and ranking top-ten in the sect.

But matching Su Min's undisputed continental supremacy? That remained uncertain.

As they conversed, transactions continued smoothly. After Unity-stage experts departed, late-Dao Comprehension cultivators approached cautiously—some seeking ready-made Unity Pills, others providing ingredients for custom orders.

By midday, Su Min closed her ledger.

"Excellent. I'll commence alchemy here for several days. Ensure my seclusion remains undisturbed—any interruption could ruin your pills."

Her gaze swept the assembly before settling on Lin Yao:

"During this period, she acts with my full authority regarding sect matters and agreements. As my junior disciple, I ask for your patience."

"Rest assured, Grand Alchemist. We'll assist Young Mistress Lin."

"Please focus on your craft without concerns."

The attendees responded warmly. Lin Yao had represented the sect publicly for decades—a familiar figure, though they feigned formality before Su Min.

As for Xie Yingying's absence? That required some explanation. Since Su Min's teasing left her too flustered for public appearances, she'd brought her disciples instead—valuable experience for their futures.

With that, Su Min departed for seclusion. Safety wasn't a concern—none of the requested pills (maximum eight-grade four-colored) demanded her utmost effort.

Moreover, attendees would zealously guard against disruptions, not knowing which batch contained their orders.

Thus began a month of tribulation for conference participants.

Unending pill tribulations raged continuously, forcing everyone to conduct business beneath roaring heavenly punishment—an unnerving experience for any cultivator.

Yet complaints went unvoiced. Their sect elders observed the tribulation clouds with delight, prohibiting any interference on pain of united retaliation from late-Dao Comprehension and Unity-stage powerhouses.

After thirty days of thunderous torment, the chamber doors reopened to reveal Su Min emerging completely unfazed—not the slightest fatigue evident.

A mere month of overtime alchemy? Present-day Su Min could make even the most hardened workaholic weep with admiration.