I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1519 - 1518: A Condition (First Update)

After a quarter of an hour, Po Jun finally stopped.

Bang!

A flying kick landed on Po San’s chest, knocking him to the ground. Po Jun coldly looked at him.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up, kowtow and apologize to the senior! Or are you looking to die?"

Faced with Po Jun’s murderous gaze, Po San was instantly scared, not even daring to let out a fart, his pig-headed face climbed up from the ground, trembling as he walked to Zhang Xiaohao’s side.

Plop!

His knees went weak, Po San knelt on the ground, continually bowing his head to the floor.

Bang bang bang!!!

One after another, shortly afterward, his forehead was bruised with a blood-red gash.

"Spare me, senior! I was wrong, please let me go like a fart? I’m begging you..."

Zhang Xiaohao acted as if he didn’t see his kowtowing pleas, leisurely sipping Spiritual Tea.

Po San dared not stop, continuing his kowtowed pleas.

After half an hour, the crimson blood had stained the ground, red blood traces were everywhere.

Plop!

Witnessing this, Po Jun hurriedly knelt as well, respectfully kowtowing to Zhang Xiaohao.

"Spare us, senior! My brother truly made a mistake, please spare him this time..."

Zhang Xiaohao put down the teacup, lazily glancing at the pair.

"I am not unreasonable. If I were, he’d already be dead! I didn’t pursue the offense he made against me earlier! But then he actually thought to retaliate against me, thinking I’m easy prey?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Senior, my brother knows his mistake now, please let him go like a fart? No matter what request you have, we’ll unconditionally agree, please spare him!" Po Jun pleaded.

"If you want me to release him, it’s not impossible. But it depends on what you do!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"Is senior serious?" Po Jun’s eyes lit up.

"I always keep my word, never going back on it! If I say I’ll let him go, then I will! But it depends on what you do." Zhang Xiaohao stated.

Po Jun stopped his actions, still kneeling, looking at the two remaining items on the counter, a small mountain Magic Artifact and a set of flags with an Array Plate.

"Senior, are you selling Magic Artifacts?" Po Jun asked boldly.

"Indeed! I’m an Artifact Refiner." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

"Senior, here’s a proposal: I can mobilize family and friends to buy all the Magic Artifacts in your shop at high prices, will you spare my brother just once?" Po Jun boldly suggested.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Yes." Po Jun nodded heavily.

"Catch!" Zhang Xiaohao waved his hand, tossing the small mountain Magic Artifact from the counter.

Instinctively, Po Jun reached out both hands, catching the small mountain Magic Artifact thrown by Zhang Xiaohao.

"Senior, I’ll offer you a thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones for this artifact, what do you think?" Po Jun offered a very high price.

"A thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones? Haha." Zhang Xiaohao smiled faintly.

"Senior, why are you laughing?" Po Jun asked in confusion.

"Inject Spiritual Power into it, see for yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao said, lazily sipping his tea.

Following Zhang Xiaohao’s command, Po Jun infused his Spiritual Power into the small mountain Magic Artifact in his hands. Immediately, a thick aura emanated from the artifact, and he also sensed the prohibitions and Formation contained within.

"What? It’s actually five prohibitions and a Formation? This is a top grade among lower-level artifacts!" Po Jun exclaimed.

"A thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones too much?" Zhang Xiaohao playfully asked.

"Not at all! It’s quite low; for such a top lower-level artifact, at least two thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones, if not more! Its power rivals that of standard mid-level artifacts!" Po Jun responded.

"Look at this!" Zhang Xiaohao waved his hand, the flags and Array Plate on the counter flew toward Po Jun.

Having learned from earlier, Po Jun cautiously examined the flags and plate in his hands, becoming more astonished the longer he looked. The set comprised thirty-six flags, even the materials were superior. Although he hadn’t tested the Formation’s power yet, judging solely by these flags, once arranged, not even cultivators at Qi Cultivation Late Stage or even Qi Cultivation Perfection could break it.

"Senior, if sold, this set would fetch at least six thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones, even more! Countless would fight to buy it!" Po Jun remarked.

"Anything else to say now?" Zhang Xiaohao asked playfully.

"Senior, here’s another proposal: to make up for my brother’s losses, I’ll be responsible for selling all the Magic Artifacts in your shop, ensuring they’re all sold within a week! How does that sound?" Po Jun said, bracing himself.

"Good items are here, do you think without your help, my artifacts wouldn’t sell?" Zhang Xiaohao playfully replied.

"Three days! Within three days, each of these small mountain artifacts must sell for a minimum of three thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones, every set of flags and plate for at least six thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones, senior, what do you think?" Po Jun proposed.

"Three days? Fine, I’ll give you a chance! If within three days you fail to sell all the Magic Artifacts in my shop at those prices, you know the consequences!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

"Rest assured, senior, I will not let you down!" Po Jun replied.

"Off with you!" Zhang Xiaohao casually waved his hand, sipping his tea.

"Yes, senior!" Po Jun answered, walking alone towards the exit.

"And him! Take him with you!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered.

"Ah! Senior, you don’t need a hostage?" Po Jun asked.

"With my power, do I need a hostage? If I wanted to kill you, no matter where you run, can you escape?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"Thank you, senior, on behalf of my brother!" Po Jun clasped his hands in gratitude.

Seeing Po San still dazed, he kicked him angrily, "What are you staring at? Hurry and thank the senior!"

"Thank you, senior, for sparing me!" Po San said gratefully.

"Off with you!" Zhang Xiaohao waved his hand.

At once, Po Jun left with Po San and the others.

"Haha, three thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones? Six thousand? I’ll see how you manage to sell all my artifacts in three days," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.