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"What? No? Not even a single pellet?"

Shi Yan clenched his jaw in a shop, his face angry. "You guys don’t even have the pellet to restore the Soul Consciousness, what the heck are you selling? Doesn’t this store sell pellets?"

"I’m sorry, Sir. Besides that type of pellet and medicines, we have everything else. For example, we have the pellets to restore Essence Qi, strengthen your physique, stable your realm to prevent bedevilment, etc. We have plenty of them here. You can choose anything you want. We can always deal the price." The shopkeeper smiled humbly, bowing his body.

Shi Yan wore a cold face, then left while snorting.

Fifteen minutes later…

Standing in the middle of a crowded street in the Spirit Potion Valley, Shi Yan felt dispirited.

He had visited ten stores, and none of them was an exception. They didn't have even a single pellet that could do something with Soul Consciousness.