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Chapter 3774: 4.1374 Even If We Have It, We Won't Sell It to You

Mata and Mo Liu, the Young Lord of Yong'an, were also high-level Spirit Realm cultivators.

Coupled with Dou Fenghua, who was skilled in both alchemy and medicine, the entire team could be said to be perfectly equipped.

Of course, the prerequisite was to recover their cultivation as quickly as possible.

Meng Meiyou's expression darkened slightly. She scrutinized the unremarkable young man before her.

Among the seven handsome men, this young man was clearly the most ordinary in appearance.

Meng Meiyou naturally looked down on him. She casually pushed his frying pan aside. "Go away."

With Zhao Xing using the frying pan to block Meng Meiyou, Mo Liu and Mu Xingchen quickly slipped past her and entered.

Before recovering their strength, they didn't want to create unnecessary trouble and bicker with a few women.

"Shopkeeper, I need seven portions of these medicinal ingredients according to this list," Dou Fenghua handed over a pill formula.

The shopkeeper was originally sitting dejectedly behind the counter, his face obscured.

When he lifted his head, his face was bruised and swollen, startling Dou Fenghua.

"Pfft." Laughter came from nearby.

Duan Yue and the others turned their heads and saw the owners of some of the other stalls.

One of them chuckled and teased the pharmacy shopkeeper, "Old Qi Head, what happened? Did you get dragged out and beaten on a dark and windy night?"

Old Qi Head gnashed his teeth, filled with intense hatred.

That fellow might have a foul mouth, but he actually guessed it right!

Wasn't he dragged out and brutally beaten on a dark and windy night, and even had his hard-earned eight hundred thousand spiritual coins stolen?

Old Qi Head thought of this, and felt uncomfortable all over. With a bruised and swollen face, he was about to speak but inadvertently pulled at the wound on the corner of his mouth, hissing in pain as he covered it.

He reached out, took the list of medicinal ingredients, and his eyes instantly narrowed.

He looked up at Mo Lian and the others, and a thought suddenly sparked in his mind.

"You guys are from the same academy as those two groups of students yesterday, aren't you?"

A flash of insight struck him: "Could the people who put me in a sack and beat me up this morning be that group of students who paid the eight hundred thousand spiritual coins?"

"Only they would be so resentful as to think of such a vicious trick."

Old Qi Head's face fell. He spoke coldly to Mo Lian and the others, "We don't have the ingredients. Even if we did, we wouldn't sell them to you."

This group of students was terrifyingly black-hearted!

They paid the money one moment, then dragged him out and brutally beat him up to snatch the money back the next.

Their morals and character were utterly deplorable; they were simply ruining their academy's reputation.

Dou Fenghua was stunned. He carefully looked at the old man's expression, sensing that he wasn't joking.

Dou Fenghua spoke gently, "Old sir, why is this?"

Could there truly be people in this day and age who had money but refused to earn it?

This old man was the only one selling medicinal ingredients at this small supply point. If he refused to help, then they would have no choice but to enter the forest and gather the herbs themselves.

That would take significantly more time.

Duan Yue pouted, snorted, and muttered to Mo Lian, "This old man looks strange. And all those injuries on his face, who knows who beat him up."

"Look at his face, from the middle downwards, doesn't it really look like a big footprint??" Zhao Xing, the young man with the frying pan, couldn't help but ask.

Everyone paused, then turned to look at the old man's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot. They all burst into laughter simultaneously.

And indeed, Young Zhao Xing's eyesight was quite good; it really was a large footprint!