Xu Yangyi suspended the medicinal pill high in the air. He still hadn’t spoke, but all of a sudden, an aged figure abruptly stood up from his seat and snarled, “30,000! 30,000 middle-grade spirit stones! It’s mine! No one fight me on this! Give me this face and respect!”

Everyone’s gazes immediately looked over and recognized the old man straightaway.

”That’s… Grandmaster Fivetastes of the Pill Masters Guild?” Turning his head back to look, a cultivator saw to his amazement an old man whose face was instantly flushed deep-red. The old man was also clenching his fists. The man’s beard was suddenly roving disorderly because of his own qi, floating upwards. This was the old man, whose bearing was mild and gentle like clouds and winds, that the cultivation media outlets were ordinarily unable to contact?

The Pill Masters Guild was the guild without the most battle strength in China’s cultivation world, but it was also one of the most esteemed guilds! A cultivator was inseparable from the three great crafts. Although they were called supplementary schools, not a single person dared to belittle them. 

In approximately two centuries, there had been a total of over a dozen grand masters. The Dao of Crafts started from disciple, journeyman, master, and then finally grand master. The level of preciousness that these dozen-plus people supplied...