Yu led a few barbarian soldiers from the Shuangxue tribe toward a tall building. Yang Kai stood in the Shuangxue City and pondered for a while. He did not rush to find a place to stay according to Yu's guidance. Instead, he began to wander in the noisy Shuangxue City, watching while walking.

The reason why he promised Yu to come to Shuangxue City was simply that he wanted to practice some inner alchemy as soon as possible.

However, now he has no body, except for the seven bone-eroding wolf inner elixirs, there is only one capsule of wolf blood. However, no matter which one is necessary for him, he can only check the market conditions here first and then make plans.

He believed that with his own ability, even if the starting point was very low, he would quickly use his own advantages to snowball the effect.

Looking all the way, Yang Kai looked quite alien in this city where barbarians were rampant. He looked too weak and had no barbarian beauty.

So no matter where he goes, he will attract different and contemptuous eyes from the barbarians.

Yang Kai had long been accustomed to this, and it seemed that every barbarian who first saw him would look at him with this kind of gaze.

Frost and Snow City is really prosperous. Even compared to the big cities in later generations, it is not bad at all. In the chaotic buildings, there are countless stalls and goods. Witches from different tribes gather here, and Yang Kai, a small low-grade witch, cannot be on the table at all.

Based on the knowledge taught by the village chief before he left, Yang Kai distinguished the origin and origin of those witches one by one.

It is rare to see such a grand occasion.

This is a scene that can only be presented in the Frosy and Snow City in winter.

Because the cities of other tribes do not have unique conditions like Frost and Snow City in winter, and the place is protected by the evergreen sacred tree. Even in the cold winter, the place is full of spring. The cities of other tribes do not have such good conditions, so it can naturally attract many witches to come here to gather and communicate.

After winter passes, most of these witches who come from afar will return to their tribes and cities.

Therefore, every winter, Frost and Snow City is the most prosperous city.

Yang Kai kept staying at the stalls one by one, checking the goods on the stalls and bargaining with the stall owners.

To his surprise, he thought that in this ancient era, the way of trading should be barter, but after some investigation, he found that he was very wrong.

This Frost and Snow City actually has its own currency - something that looks like a green leaf, and is called a blue coin.

The village chief has never taught Yang Kai the information about blue coins in this world, so Yang Kai inferred that this should be the characteristic of Frost and Snow City.

Qingcoins have no purpose for cultivation. It is said that the fallen leaves of the Eternal Green Divine Tree are neither rotten nor damaged. They can only be used as exchanges, and are limited to transactions in Frost and Snow City.

But this is enough. There is an equivalent currency that has a great effect on the circulation of materials.

The transactions in Shuangxue City were all over the day. Yang Kai visited for three consecutive days without stopping for a moment, and he already had a vague plan in his mind.

Three days later, he slowly walked to the Changqing Divine Tree, took out the water bag that he had given to him before the feathers, poured out the wolf blood and poured it on the foundation of the Changqing Divine Tree.

The bright red blood fell to the ground and was quickly absorbed, leaving no drops. The next moment, a green light emerged from the tree canopy, hitting Yang Kai's body.

At the same time, an inexplicable traction force guided Yang Kai, as if an invisible big hand held him up and slowly floated up.

After ascending dozens of feet, the lifting force stabilized. In front of Yang Kai was a clean and comfortable tree hole.

This is his residence in the next thirty days.

There are two ways for outsiders to find a place to live in this Frost and Snow City. One is to live in a place similar to an inn, but it requires green coins. The second is to use the blood of a monster to water the foundation of the Evergreen Divine Tree, which will choose a tree hole for the waterer to live.

Such a tree hole is countless in the towering eternal sacred tree, and each tree hole is a natural residence. Being blessed by the eternal sacred tree, no matter what you do in it, you will not be disturbed by others.

The tree hole is not big, so it can barely allow three people to live in, but it is enough for Yang Kai.

The environment inside was also extremely comfortable. Yang Kai sat cross-legged, practicing while perfecting his plan in his mind.

On the second day, he walked out of the tree hole, slowly landed on the ground under the guidance of the evergreen sacred tree, and then walked straight in one direction.

Soon, Yang Kai came to a store that specialized in purchasing inner alchemy and took out all seven inner alchemy in his hand and sold it.

After a while, Yang Kai left the shop with a bag of green coins, turned around and walked into the crowd.

After a stick of incense, after a hard bargaining, Yang Kai reached a consensus with a strange stall owner and used fifty green coins to wipe out the herbs on his stall. The stall owner couldn't help but meet a big customer and enthusiastically packed the herbs for Yang Kai.

After a moment, the same scene happened at another stall.

It didn't take long for Yang Kai to spend all the money on his hand, but he really got a lot of common and low-value herbs.

He returned to the tree hole and took out all the herbs.

Without careful investigation, he took out a few herbs with casual hands, and Yang Kai raised a bright and warm flame. He threw the herbs into the flames and focused on refining them.

Just as the elixir masters were rare in later generations, in this ancient era, the status and number of pharmacists were the same.

Every pharmacist is a rare talent in the tribe, and the pharmacist of each tribe will only provide potions for his own tribe members. In this era, martial arts is not popular, and the alchemy technique is also being developed in ignorantly. The process of pharmacists in pharmacists configure potions is simple and rough, and there is not much attention. They just mix a variety of herbs in one place and make it simple, so that the effects of those medicinal materials cannot be exerted.

Yang Kai is an imperial elixir. Even if his cultivation is sealed and his divine consciousness cannot be used, he will not be worse than the pharmacists of those large tribes with his current methods.

And these refined potions are his way to make money and the starting point for snowballing.

The times are different, and he didn't dare to do it too shockingly. What's more, his strength is now low and it is impossible for him to do it perfectly in the refining process. This is the case. The things he refined and configured are also a reflection of tens of thousands of years of knowledge accumulation, and it is impossible for today's pharmacists to compete with.

Half a day later, all the medicinal materials were consumed, while Yang Kai had a lot of bottles and jars.

In this era, jade bottles used to hold elixirs were extremely rare, but Yang Kai did not demand anything. Now what he has refined is not elixirs, but a pile of paste-like things, and it doesn't matter if he uses those stone jars to store them.

After cleaning up a little, Yang Kai left the tree hole again.

In the most prosperous area of ​​Frost and Snow City, there were crowds of people. Yang Kai sat cross-legged in a corner, placed the things he had refined in front of him, took another wooden board, used his fingers to move his sword, wrote a big word about flying dragons and phoenixes, inserted it beside him, and then made a noble look, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

A barbarian stall owner next to him glanced at Yang Kai, then looked at the huge word "medicine" on the wooden board, and couldn't help but sneer.

These black things that look like stinky mud are also medicines? Do he really think he is a pharmacist?

The pharmacist has always been noble, how could it be that he would have been wandering to set up a stall? If it weren't for the witch's aura coming from this guy, the barbarian stall owner would even think that he was not a barbarian at all.

Unless the Barbarian God delivers a miracle, it is impossible to sell these things.

As he expected, Yang Kai’s stall was ignored for two consecutive days. Although this place was a very prosperous area and the crowds were breathing, every barbarian passing by Yang Kai’s stall just took a look at the paste and walked away.

However, Yang Kai was still as moving as a mountain, just sitting cross-legged, not anxious or impatient, which made his neighbors admire his concentration.

In two days, his goods were basically sold out and he was about to close his stall.

Perhaps due to sympathy, the barbarian stall owner couldn't help but say, "You can't sell anything like this."

Yang Kai then opened his eyes and looked at him, grinned and said, "How to sell it in your opinion?"

The stall owner said, "At least you have to shout a few times. Although these potions don't look very good, if you shout too much, someone will come to visit you."

"I don't have to worry about the deep alley. I am a good medicine. Even if I don't shout, someone will buy it."

The stall owner curled his lips, obviously disagreed with this statement. Although it sounded a little reasonable, he shook his head and said, "Unless a miracle happens, you will never be able to sell it in your life."

Yang Kai smiled and said, "No miracle is needed, just an opportunity... Oh, the opportunity is here!"

While speaking, Yang Kai's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

The neighbor stall owner was stunned and looked at him. He saw several barbarians from the Frost and Snow Tribe over there supporting each other and walking towards him. Seeing their bloody appearance, they seemed to have just experienced a war, and it was definitely an extremely difficult battle, because each of them had wounds of all sizes on their bodies, and there was a hole in the abdomen of the leader, which was rolled up blood and flesh, which looked extremely terrifying.

What is this opportunity? The neighbor stall owner was a little puzzled.

While he was suspicious, the barbarian warriors had already walked past.
Chapter completed!