The Sword God of the Universe
Chapter 312 - 312 312 500000 Points

Chapter 312: Chapter 312 500000 Points Chapter 312: Chapter 312 500000 Points Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill!

It was actually a Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill!

The middle-aged Martial Artist’s face turned red as he stared wide-eyed at the Elixir in his hand.

Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills were indeed extremely rare.

If it were a Third Grade Spirit Infant Pill, then most Pill Masters at or above the Third Level could refine it.

However, few Pill Masters could refine a Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill, including many High Level Pill Masters from the Alchemist Association.

One Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill was worth a whopping ten thousand Academy Points in the Treasure Vault of Dao Yi Academy.

Furthermore, only Inner Court Students of Dao Yi Academy could exchange for a Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill.

The requirements were even higher than for a Soul Crystal.

“Is this a Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill?” the middle-aged Martial Artist finally shifted his gaze from the Spirit Infant Pill to Jing Yan.

“Indeed, it is a Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill!” Jing Yan nodded.

“A Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill is worth ten thousand Academy Points.

Are you sure you want to exchange this pill?” the middle-aged Martial Artist stared at Jing Yan.

“Moreover, even if you exchange this pill, it’s only worth ten thousand points.

A High-level Soul Crystal requires one hundred thousand points,” the middle-aged Martial Artist continued.

At this point, any anger he had felt towards Jing Yan had completely dissipated.

He didn’t believe that a student who could produce a Second Grade Spirit Infant Pill would come to mock him for no reason.

He didn’t even recognize Jing Yan.

“Ten thousand points…” Jing Yan’s eyes hardened.

While he was in the Alchemist Association, he had refined over one hundred twenty Spirit Infant Pills, used more than thirty in his practice, and still had about ninety left.

Moreover, he had a large quantity of materials for refining Spirit Infant Pills and could refine them at any time with his abilities.

“Let’s exchange fifty Spirit Infant Pills then!” Jing Yan smiled and took out fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills.

Fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills were worth five hundred thousand Academy Points, while a High-level Soul Crystal required only one hundred thousand points for exchange.

For now, the five hundred thousand points were sufficient for Jing Yan’s needs.

“What…what?” the middle-aged Martial Artist was truly stunned this time.

Fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills?

Damn, this joke was too big!

The middle-aged Martial Artist, with a somewhat foolish expression, looked at the cream-white, luminescent Spirit Infant Pills that Jing Yan had taken out.

“Please convert all these pills into points,” Jing Yan said with a smile to the middle-aged Martial Artist.

“Oh…” the middle-aged Martial Artist throat moved and he let out a cough.

“You wait here, I’ll go call the supervisor!” the middle-aged Martial Artist, now respectful in his demeanor.

A person capable of producing fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills was certainly no ordinary individual.

Moreover, the transaction amount was too large; it was beyond his authority and required the presence of the Treasure Vault’s manager.

The supervisor, who held the greatest authority in the Treasure Vault, was also an elder of Dao Yi Academy.

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“Fifty Spirit Infant Pills?”

In a room at the top floor of the Treasure Vault, an elderly man with white hair and beard sharply inquired.

“It is indeed!” the middle-aged Martial Artist bowed and responded.

“Let’s check!” the white-haired elder immediately stood up and left the room.

A moment later, the white-haired elder and the middle-aged Martial Artist came to the enclosed room where Jing Yan was.

The white-haired elder was the manager of the Treasure Vault, an elder of Dao Yi Academy.

“Supervisor, this gentleman here wants to exchange fifty Spirit Infant Pills for Academy Points,” the middle-aged Martial Artist pointed at Jing Yan.

“Pleased to meet you, supervisor,” Jing Yan bowed in greeting.

“Please take out your Spirit Infant Pills for me to see,” the white-haired elder glanced at Jing Yan and squinted slightly.

Even now, he was somewhat incredulous.

Fifty Spirit Infant Pills seemed too exaggerated; three or five pills would be normal, but fifty was almost unbelievable.

And that someone willing to produce fifty Spirit Infant Pills was such a young Martial Artist.

“Alright.” Jing Yan handed over the case containing fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills.

The white-haired elder took it, opened the case, and immediately widened his originally narrowed eyes.

One glance was all it took to confirm that the pills in the case were indeed Spirit Infant Pills.

And they were all Second Grade.

“Fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills can be exchanged for five hundred thousand Academy Points.

Are you sure you want to convert these pills into points?” the white-haired elder looked at Jing Yan again.

His face remained expressionless, but his heart was anything but calm.

“Indeed!” Jing Yan nodded.

“Give me your Identity Token then,” the white-haired elder stated.

“Yes!” Jing Yan handed over his already prepared Identity Token.

At this moment, Jing Yan was somewhat anxious.

Since he was currently wanted by the Criminal Punishment Hall, he didn’t know if the Treasure Vault’s manager was aware of this.

The supervisor might not recognize him, but once he saw his Identity Token, he would certainly know Jing Yan’s name.

And if he knew that he was being sought by the Criminal Punishment Hall, what would his reaction be?

Jing Yan feared that the manager would immediately detain him and turn him over to the Criminal Punishment Hall.

The white-headed elder glanced at Jing Yan’s Identity Token, then suddenly looked up, giving Jing Yan a deep stare.

Jing Yan had been watching the white-haired elder closely, so he instantly felt a shift in the elder’s gaze, causing his heart to jump to his throat.

The manager of the Treasure Vault was undeniably formidable; if he decided to apprehend him, Jing Yan would have no chance of resistance.

“Are you Jing Yan?” the white-haired elder’s gaze returned to normal as he asked.

As soon as the question was asked, it was clear the white-haired elder had heard of Jing Yan’s name.

“Yes!” Jing Yan lowered his head.

“Alright, five hundred thousand points have been transferred to your Identity Token,” the white-haired elder nodded.

At these words, Jing Yan’s heart eased slightly.

He could sense that the white-haired elder surely knew about his being wanted by the Criminal Punishment Hall, but it seemed he was not inclined to bring up the matter; he was likely choosing to ignore it.

“Thank you, supervisor,” Jing Yan quickly expressed his gratitude and took back his Identity Token.

Afterward, the white-haired elder left the enclosed room with the case holding the fifty Spirit Infant Pills.

“Now I would like to exchange for a High-level Soul Crystal,” Jing Yan looked at the still somewhat dazed middle-aged Martial Artist.

The middle-aged Martial Artist, having personally seen the supervisor transfer five hundred thousand points to Jing Yan, now understood that every one of Jing Yan’s fifty Spirit Infant Pills was indeed of the Second Grade!

He simply could not fathom how Jing Yan had managed to obtain fifty Second Grade Spirit Infant Pills; it was beyond reason.