Having finally been granted a second chance at life, she had no intention of dying young.
Look at her—her skin had sagged from staying up late, dark circles had deepened, her complexion had turned sallow, and her energy was flagging.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt she desperately needed those two medicines. But she didn’t have any top-grade fire spirit stones.
After a moment’s thought, she sighed and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to trade with you, but I don’t have what you’re asking for.”
“Miss, why hide your treasures? Aren’t those all top-grade spirit stones? The red ones are precisely top-grade fire spirit stones.”
What?
Shen Yunyun stared at those crystals—were these the spirit stones the cultivation big shot wanted?
The man continued, “The Beauty Pill and Longevity Pill, ten pills per bottle, both top-grade. After taking them, you won’t just regain youth and strengthen your body for a long life—they also cure hair loss.”
His eyes deliberately swept over Shen Yunyun’s hair.
That look said it all.
Shen Yunyun quickly touched her head. “I’m not bald.”
The man smiled faintly. “You’re not bald now, true, but your body has too many toxins, and your routine is irregular. Baldness isn’t far off.
Right now, you’re still young, so the hair you lose can grow back. But the new strands will be thin and soft, far less healthy than before. If this continues…”
“Stop, stop.” Shen Yunyun quickly cut him off.
She already knew what he was about to say—that she might not go bald while young.
But it wouldn’t be long before she did.
She shed a lot of hair, and it troubled her.
When she scrolled through short videos of other bald girls fighting hair loss, she couldn’t help checking her own scalp.
The part did seem a bit wider.
“Ha, so those top-grade fire spirit stones you mentioned are those. I agree to the trade. Let’s not shortchange each other—how about one for one?”
The man hesitated. “My top-grade Beauty Pill and Longevity Pill are priceless, and the refining process is extremely complex…”
“I know,” Shen Yunyun interrupted him.
This man had lived three hundred years—whether in a cultivation world or an ordinary one, that made him an ancient monster.
If she gave him a chance to speak, he’d find a way to convince her.
So why not just not give him that chance?
She was such a clever little thing.
“Your pills are hard to come by, and so are my items.
You cultivators—have you heard of the apocalypse?”
The man frowned, clearly not knowing.
“I’d like to hear the details.”
Shen Yunyun described scenes from the apocalyptic novels she’d read.
Actually, during their last trade, it had been in an air-raid shelter, so she hadn’t seen the outside world herself.
But she’d read plenty of novels—all kinds of natural disasters and human calamities.
The man was silent for a long moment before saying, “Since they’re so precious, let’s trade one for one.”
Shen Yunyun counted out twenty red crystals and handed them to the man.
They exchanged pills for crystals, one hand for each.
The man took the top-grade fire spirit stones and left, while Shen Yunyun returned to the trading center.
Staring at the two bottles of pills on the table, she felt she was about to become a tycoon.
These were items from the cultivation world—to mortals, they were divine pills.
She didn’t open the wax seals. She’d work first, then go home and study them slowly.
So, she quickly cleared out the remaining unreliable wishes.
She had no idea what would happen if she didn’t clear them.
She imagined that no matter how big a computer’s storage was, it would eventually fill up.
If too many wishes accumulated in the wish pool, would it block the wishes that could actually trade with her?
She wasn’t sure, so she diligently did her job.