Dimensional Storekeeper - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Lin Yijun Smooth Operator Activated
Hao might not be an alchemist, sure. He didn’t know pill furnaces or cauldron flames.

He only had those web novels from Earth to go off of.

But he did know systems.

He did know the kind of madness it took to impress one.

And if Ji Yunzhi really had managed to create a pill the system itself didn’t reject,

One that sold in this store without getting erased on the spot?

That meant something.

That meant the guy was the real deal.

No shortcuts. No borrowed recipes. No copying off some ancient inheritance manual.

Just pure genius, stubborn obsession, and the kind of spark that only true creators had.

He had what it took.

He just had to keep going. Keep that fire burning.

And Ji Yunzhi…

He was definitely going to do that.

He’d already found something new.

Another miracle to sink his teeth into.

Something that would keep him busy for weeks.

No, months.

Ji Yunzhi stood from his seat and gave Hao a short, but respectful nod.

“I’ll be back, storekeeper.” he said calmly, as if he weren’t already itching to leave and throw himself back into seclusion.

But as he walked toward the exit, two figures moved into his path.

Not to block him. But to stop him, politely.

Lin Yijun.

Xiao Lianfeng.

Disciples of the Drifting Sword Sect.

And judging by the way they looked at him, it wasn’t a casual chat they wanted.

Before Ji Yunzhi could say anything, Lin Yijun stepped forward smoothly.

He wasn’t about to waste time playing clever games or trying to outwit Ji Yunzhi with fancy words.

This guy had already turned down countless sect offers and invitations.

No point pretending or acting sly.

Lin Yijun knew the only way to reach him was to be direct and clear.

“Brother Chen.” Lin Yijun began casually, a carefree smile playing on his lips.

“We’ve seen what you created. The pill that Senior Hao was so impressed with.”

He glanced briefly at Ji Yunzhi’s unreadable face before continuing.

“Our sect definitely wants to establish a meeting with you.”

“If possible, we would like to discuss securing some batches of that pill for the Drifting Sword Sect.”

Lin Yijun’s tone was easy, but the meaning was unmistakable.

Ji Yunzhi’s mind immediately kicked into gear.

He weighed the offer carefully, thinking of the time, resources, and risks.

Before Ji Yunzhi could voice his hesitation, Lin Yijun added. “We can schedule it even today, brother.

“It won’t take much of your time, and you can get back to your work without delay.”

The subtle hint was clear – Lin Yijun understood Ji Yunzhi’s obsession with alchemy and didn’t want to interrupt it more than necessary.

Ji Yunzhi was a good judge of character, and he appreciated the straightforwardness.

No tricks, no deception, no pretenses.

Just a man going the extra mile to make a real offer.

He gave a small nod and said. “Yeah, we could do that.”

“I’ll head to your sect around nightfall.”

“I need time to craft another batch of the pill anyway, so I’ll bring some samples for your elders to inspect.”

“We can talk more details after they’ve seen the real thing.”

Ji Yunzhi turned slightly, eyes still sharp, voice dry.

“I’m not the type to sell myself, and I don’t hand over my creations lightly.”

“But if the terms are fair, I’ll listen.”

In truth, he was going to need materials anyway for the pills he planned to concoct after the Wing Blast.

Not just anything would do.

It would take high-grade ingredients to stabilize what he had in mind.

And access to a proper alchemy chamber. Preferably high-tier. Those weren’t cheap.

Might as well use this chance to cover that cost.

Lin Yijun grinned. “That’s more than fair, Brother Chen. I’ll see you tonight.”

Ji Yunzhi nodded faintly. He wasn’t doing it for them.

He was doing it for the next breakthrough that waited just beyond his reach.

With the deal secured, Ji Yunzhi didn’t linger.

He adjusted his robe, inclined his head in parting, and continued on his way outside.

Meanwhile, Lin Yijun and Xiao Lianfeng walked back to their table.

Xiao Lianfeng threw a look at his sworn brother, lips twitching.

“You actually did it.”

No flattery. Just truth.

That rogue alchemist, Bai Chen had rejected elders, masters, and entire sects… yet Lin Yijun somehow got him to agree.

Maybe Ji Yunzhi had just been in a good mood.

Or maybe Lin really did have a gift for this kind of thing.

Still, it was impressive.

Lin Yijun plopped down on his seat with the smug satisfaction of a man who knew exactly how clever he was.

He picked up his half-finished can of Lime Fizz, took a leisurely sip, and grinned.

“Well, we do need some extra funds for the store products, don’t we, Brother Lianfeng?”

He sighed, dramatically.

“That soft-serve isn’t gonna pay for itself.”

Xiao Lianfeng blinked at him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Technically true.

Still annoying.

Lin Yijun tossed a casual glance his way and added with a chuckle. “If you’re itching to go hunt, go ahead, Brother Lianfeng. You’re good at it.”

They could hunt.

They could fly across mountains and valleys, track beasts from the sky, and swoop down with blades drawn.

But Lin Yijun?

Yeah, no thanks.

Why chase some fire-spitting beast into a sulfur cave when you could be strolling in a city’s night market, scouting the best dumpling stall?

Even with a flying sword, beast hunting meant effort.

Getting your robes dirty.

Too much effort. Too much sweating.

Too much “Brother Lianfeng, it’s getting away!”

No, no.

Lin Yijun’s kind of “exploration” involved gliding over a scenic river while sipping chilled Peach Oolong, then dropping down when something smelled good or looked interesting.

Finding the best tofu shop in a district.

Or bartering some eccentric old geezer out of his rare collectibles with a smile and two well-placed sentences.

That was the dream.

Anything that involved physical effort, danger, or extended flying?

Nah.

That was Brother Lianfeng’s passion.

Lin Yijun’s passion?

Avoiding stress with style.

Why burn yourself out chasing what most people call important?

When you can spend your time on the small pleasures – good food, new places, and ideas no one else bothers to think about.

Effort only counts if it’s on something that actually sparks joy, not some endless grind that leaves you tired and empty.

There were already enough sword-wielding maniacs shouting about hard work and destiny on every mountain peak.