Thanks to Jin Fugui’s advance arrangements, the group secured a prime location the moment they landed, promptly setting up tables, chairs, and benches.

Their operation was a well-oiled machine. Jiang Chen handled the pills, Jin Fugui the medicinal herbs, and Mo Yu the spirit talismans. Meanwhile, Lin An moved through the crowd, acting as their eyes and ears, gathering information.

They priced everything slightly above market value, capitalizing on the high demand. A Red Sun Ginseng, normally three Low-grade Spirit Stones, was now four. A Golden Light Suppress Evil Talisman, usually eight, was now ten. Warm Sun Pills, typically ten Low-grade Spirit Stones each, were now twelve—and sold only by the bottle of ten.

Of course, a simple price hike wasn’t their style.

Following the same strategy they’d used at Fire Peak, Jiang Chen unveiled their masterstroke: value bundles.

**The Essential Anti-Evil Bundle**

* One bottle of Warm Sun Pills, 10 Golden Light Suppress Evil Talismans, 10 Warm Sun Mushrooms.

* *Individual Price: 280 Low-grade Spirit Stones.*

* **Bundle Price: Only 252 Low-grade Spirit Stones!**

* One portion of Thunder Fierce Pills, 10 Thunder Fire Burn Yin Talismans, 10 Red Gold Thunder Marrow Grass.

* *Individual Price: 650 Low-grade Spirit Stones.*

* **Bundle Price: Only 585 Low-grade Spirit Stones!**

**The Complete Protection Package**

* Three bottles of pills, three types of spirit talismans, 10 Piercing Sun Lingzhis, 10 Warm Sun Mushrooms.

* *Individual Price: 1460 Low-grade Spirit Stones.*

* **Bundle Price: Only 1241 Low-grade Spirit Stones!**

**The Ultimate Survival Package**

* A combination of everything listed above.

* *Individual Price: 3345 Low-grade Spirit Stones.*

* **Bundle Price: Only 2843 Low-grade Spirit Stones!**

“Step right up, don’t miss out! Every bundle comes with a free watermelon!”

“Get the Essential Anti-Evil Bundle! It’ll make you impervious to sinister Yin winds and unassailable by chilling frost!”

“Grab the Advanced Evil-Purging Bundle! Watch Yin corruption blossom into nothingness and send ghostly shadows fleeing for their lives!”

“You can’t go wrong with the Complete Protection Package! Your Yang energy will soar to the heavens, keeping even your Inner Demons at bay!”

“And for the serious survivor, the Ultimate Survival Package! Stock up now, because during the Secret Realm event, the price of Yang-attribute goods will only go up, never down! Limited stock—only twenty sets available! When they’re gone, they’re gone!”

What’s the key to running a successful stall, especially for the first time?

The sales pitch, of course!

If you don’t shout, how will anyone know what you’re selling?

And so, Jiang Chen, Jin Fugui, and Mo Yu began hawking their wares to the gathering disciples, all while casually munching on watermelon slices.

As the opening of the Return to Ruins Secret Realm approached, word had spread, and many cultivators had already stocked up on Yang-attribute items. But while other supplies were manageable, Yang-attribute herbs were tragically scarce, having been bought out completely six months prior. The five major trading posts had long since jacked up their prices.

But no one had ever seen anything like this—a pop-up shop right next to the teleportation array.

What truly drew the crowd, however, was the undeniable quality of their wares. The pills and herbs weren’t just good—they were all Top Grade. Even the spirit talismans were clearly the work of a master, each rune and line drawn with exquisite precision.

“The prices are a little steep, though!”

As more cultivators arrived, a crowd of formal disciples from every Spirit Root imaginable swarmed Jiang Chen’s stall. They stared, eyes wide with avarice, at the treasures laid out on the table.

While individual items were a bit pricey, the value offered by the bundles was simply too good to pass up. And the free snacks, like watermelon and sweet potatoes, were an irresistible bonus for many. In just a short time, they had already sold a significant number of pills and talismans.

Just then, a female cultivator approached Jiang Chen timidly. “Um, I don’t have many Spirit Stones. If I want to enter the Return to Ruins Secret Realm, what kind of Spirit Pills, herbs, and talismans should I choose?”

Jiang Chen recognized her instantly: Ruo Qunshuang, daughter of the Nine Curves Sect’s Sect Leader. Seeing that she was alone, he gave her some practical advice. “Normally, I’d recommend our best package. But if you’re going in alone, my first piece of advice is to find a team.”

Ruo Qunshuang looked confused. “Is… is that so?”

Jiang Chen scanned the area but saw no sign of Zhao Qianyuan. “Where are your companions?” he asked.

She lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper. “Senior Brother formed a team with Shui Wuhen and Mo Sha.”

Jiang Chen’s eyes widened. “Shui Wuhen and Mo Sha are on a team?”

“Shui Wuhen and Mo Sha?”

“How could those two possibly work together?”

Jiang Chen wasn’t the only one stunned; a wave of disbelief rippled through the surrounding crowd. Everyone knew that Mo Sha was the very reason for Shui Wuhen’s current state. The idea that they would team up to explore a secret realm was unthinkable.

Ruo Qunshuang looked at the shocked faces around her, completely bewildered. “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. “So, Zhao Qianyuan ditched you for them?”

She leaned in, explaining in a hushed tone, “Senior Brother thought it was too dangerous and told me not to go. But I want to get stronger, so I…”

Her father, her friends, her sect-mates—all of them had died under mysterious circumstances. She couldn’t forget, and she wouldn’t. She was determined to grow strong enough to uncover the truth one day.

The corner of Jiang Chen’s mouth twitched. He simply grabbed a nearby watermelon and thrust it into her hands. “You know what? You’d be better off not going at all. Just stay here and eat this.”

Ruo Qunshuang stood frozen, clutching the enormous black-skinned watermelon.

Jiang Chen’s attention had already snapped back to his stall as he resumed selling his packages.

As time wore on, the crowd continued to swell. It wasn’t just formal disciples anymore; core disciples began to appear, among them familiar faces like Qin Hao, Long Ao, and Chen Tian.

Long Ao, Chen Tian, and Chen Bo spotted Jiang Chen immediately. The crowd parted for them as they made their way to the front of the stall.

“Junior Brother Jiang,” Chen Tian said, surprised. “Didn’t you say you weren’t participating in the Return to Ruins Secret Realm?”

Jiang Chen produced a Top Grade black-skinned watermelon, sliced it up, and offered it to them with a grin. “I’m not participating,” he explained. “But I never said I wouldn’t come here to do a little business.”

Long Ao took a slice and bit into it, a playful smirk on his face. “Junior Brother Jiang, you’re one of a kind.”

Jiang Chen’s grin widened. “Senior Brothers, see something you like? It’s yours. Don’t be strangers!”

Hearing this, Qin Hao narrowed his eyes and began to carefully inspect the goods. “Aside from the spirit talismans, the pills and herbs are all Top Grade. It seems this Junior Brother Jiang of yours is more than meets the eye.”

Chen Tian nodded proudly and made the introduction. “Senior Brother Qin, my junior brother is the sole Spirit Nurturer of the Spirit Farm. Every plant he cultivates reaches Top Grade.”

The statement landed like a thunderclap. Not just Qin Hao, but everyone within earshot—onlookers and potential customers alike—stared in utter astonishment.

“Give me one Essential Anti-Evil Bundle!”

“I’ll take an Advanced Evil-Purging Bundle!”

“The Complete Protection Package seems like the best value!”

Jiang Chen’s business was already booming, but Chen Tian’s endorsement was like pouring oil on a fire. A frenzy erupted, and the orders came flooding in.

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