Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 163

Lotus City lay within the coveted Lotus Holy Land. If its level of prosperity was measured, it would not even be ranked lower than a country of profane world.

On its busy streets where everyone was welcome, it would be noticed that there were disciples from every major Holy Land wandering around the area. Lotus City, letting its rich heritage and diverse population thrive, was the most prosperous city among the eight Holy Lands.

"I'd better put on a mask."

Darren would secretly be paying a visit to Medicine Pavilion later. Little did anyone know, he already had looted too many valued elixirs from the pavilion so he planned his disguise for him not be recognized. Medicine Pavilion was abundant of mighty rule cultivators who would risk anything to fulfill their cause. They could definitely kill him by all means if they intended to.

Darren carefully concealed the strength of his cultivation base as he was putting on his bronze mask that perfectly fit his sharp facial features, before heading to Medicine Pavilion.

Without any doubt, in such a big city where good and evil melted together, people with bamboo hats covering their faces could be found everywhere. A lucky day for Darren, he would not be noticeable and suspicious with a mask on his face.

In no time, Darren had found himself entering the Medicine Pavilion.

On the ground floor, there was a lobby crafted in perfectly equal sizes of a square where many elixir counters could be found.

As he was looking for the perfect moment, Darren fixed his sight on the elixir counter he was searching for—the one boosting the Spirit Power.

"What sky-high price they are!" Darren was nothing but dumbfounded.

The offered elixirs for lifting Spirit Power were available in different levels: low, medium, high, and superior. Even with a lot of choices spread out in front of him, he could not move on as to how much a fortune the elixirs cost! Imagine even the low level elixirs cost 100 ink stones one piece—more expensive than anything he bought for himself for the past years.

Ink stone was the currency that the Holy Land honored. One ink stone was equivalent to the value of one superior spiritual herb.

Darren was indeed conflicted. Darren's Spirit Power level was under ten, particularly level six. He needed to refine at least a thousand pieces of low level elixirs so he could rise to level seven. It would cost him one hundred thousand ink stones.

"It almost costs my life! It is too expensive." Even if he had collected one hundred thousand superior spiritual herbs from the Starry Tower, his stash was running low.

"At that time, I looted up the medicine chamber and didn't find such kind. These pills were an upgrade, surely refined by other alchemists." Darren hoped for a better deal so he checked the Space Ring. To his demise, he wasn't able to find inside the kind of elixirs he wished to be available.

He had to ask himself as to what he should do next. As he was back at his senses, he realized that it was impossible to rob again and also not worth the risk.