Crafting His Own Dragon

"Here's 250 high-grade spirit stones." Su Yang placed the money on the desk without hesitation, leaving Lin Xinyi and the clerk speechless.

Although the money isn't anything ground-breaking, it was definitely a lot of money for an outer court disciple.

Seeing Lin Xinyi's funny expression, Su Yang smiled and said, "I owned a massage parlor before, and it became somewhat popular."

"Why are you buying so much medicine? Are you also an Alchemist?" Lin Xinyi asked out of curiosity. 

"I indeed do alchemy once in a while for fun, but it's not anything amazing."

Even though Su Yang said that, Lin Xinyi couldn't help but be impressed by his unusual and profound background. 

Sometime later, the clerk returned with all of the medicine, and she asked him, "Do you need any storage rings to carry these medicines?"

"I have my own, thank you." Su Yang sucked all of the medicine on the desk into his storage ring.