Lin Feng was about to look for a good restaurant where everyone could enjoy a meal.

His women had already bought countless items throughout the marketplace and were more than satisfied with today’s shopping trip.

Smiles decorated their faces as they chatted among themselves, showing off their purchases.

Unfortunately, being excessively handsome often attracted trouble in the most unexpected ways.

"Heh... what’s so special about Senior Lin Feng?" a pretty mature woman suddenly scoffed.

"He may be handsome, but I don’t think he’s more handsome than this man right here."

As she spoke, she deliberately pointed toward Lin Feng, who was still disguised.

The woman’s eyes sparkled with ulterior motives.

Even though she did not recognize Lin Feng’s true identity, she could see that he was accompanied by more than a dozen stunning women.

Any man capable of attracting such beauties clearly wasn’t ordinary.

If she could get on his good side, perhaps she might gain some benefits.

Her words instantly drew attention.

In the next moment, countless eyes turned toward Lin Feng.

People who had been minding their own business suddenly became judges of beauty.

"I don’t know," a young woman said after studying Lin Feng carefully. "I still think Senior Lin Feng is more handsome than this guy."

"Nonsense. Look at this man’s jawline. It’s much sharper."

"Sharp jawline? What does that matter? Senior Lin Feng has a more irresistible charm."

"I’ve seen Medicine King Lin Feng once with my own eyes," a middle-aged cultivator declared proudly.

"He’s taller, broader, and has a much more imposing figure."

"I disagree. This fellow looks gentler. Some women prefer that."

"His eyes are amazing."

"But Senior Lin Feng’s eyes are legendary!"

"What does that even mean?"

"I don’t know, but they felt legendary when I saw them!"

The crowd immediately erupted into a heated debate. Some supported Lin Feng.

Some supported the disguised Lin Feng.

Others began comparing every little detail imaginable.

"This man’s nose is better."

"Senior Lin Feng has better hair."

"This man’s smile wins."

"Senior Lin Feng’s aura wins."

"What aura? We’re discussing looks!"

"Looks and aura are connected!"

"Who made that rule?"

The argument grew increasingly ridiculous.

More and more bystanders joined in until a large crowd had formed around the group.

Lin Feng stood there speechless. He truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Out of all the possible topics in the world, these people were seriously debating whether he was more handsome than himself.

Even his women struggled to maintain straight faces.

Several of them lowered their heads and covered their mouths, their shoulders trembling from suppressed laughter.

Only Lin Feng could experience such a bizarre situation.

A handsome man competing against his own reputation.

"If they ever find out the truth, I wonder what kind of expressions they’ll make," Lin Feng thought helplessly.

The debate showed no signs of ending. In fact, it was becoming even more intense.

Some people had already started drawing imaginary comparisons while others swore on their cultivation that they could accurately rank the two men.

Meanwhile, the person at the center of the argument simply shook his head and continued walking toward the restaurant.

Food was far more important than listening to a crowd argue about whether he was more handsome than himself.

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly and prepared to leave.

He had no interest in standing around while strangers debated whether he was more handsome than himself.

Just as he was about to head toward a restaurant, another voice suddenly rose above the crowd.

"He’s just a handsome young man. What good is that a hundred years from now?" a man sneered loudly. "When enough time passes, he’ll be nothing more than bones and ashes."

The man even spat on the ground before looking directly at Lin Feng.

Using his spiritual sense, he had already examined Lin Feng and discovered no signs of cultivation whatsoever.

In his eyes, Lin Feng was merely a mortal blessed with an attractive appearance.

A trace of disdain flashed through the man’s eyes.

Then his expression changed instantly as he turned toward the crowd and put on what he believed was a charming smile.

"My friends, why waste your time discussing appearances?" he announced proudly.

"Come take a look at my products instead! These pills are three times more effective than the trash sold elsewhere in this city!"

With a grand gesture, he opened several ornate cases.

Rows upon rows of pills appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The moment the cases opened, a rich medicinal fragrance spread through the marketplace.

Many cultivators immediately turned their heads.

"What a strong scent!"

"These pills look extraordinary."

"Could they really be three times more effective?"

"Let’s take a closer look."

Even the crowd that had been arguing about Lin Feng’s appearance began gathering around the stall.

The man smiled smugly. This was exactly the reaction he wanted.

However, while everyone else was focused on the fragrance, Lin Feng’s expression gradually changed.

His eyes narrowed slightly. The smile on his face disappeared.

At first glance, the pills appeared flawless.

Their color was excellent, their fragrance was rich, and their medicinal energy seemed abundant.

Yet Lin Feng saw something entirely different.

With a single glance, he had already discerned the truth hidden beneath their attractive exterior.

A helpless sigh escaped his lips.

He had originally planned to enjoy a peaceful meal with his women.

Unfortunately, fate seemed unwilling to grant him such a simple wish.

Beside him, several of his companions noticed the change in his expression.

Whenever Lin Feng revealed such a look, it usually meant that someone was about to have a very bad day.

"What is it?" one of the women asked softly.

Lin Feng looked at the pills once more before shaking his head.

"Evil methods."

His voice was calm, yet a trace of disappointment could be heard within it.

The pills were indeed powerful. Far more powerful than ordinary pills.

But the source of that power was something that should never have existed.

The vendor continued boasting to the crowd, completely unaware that the greatest alchemist and pill master in this multiverse was standing only a few meters away.

Lin Feng looked toward the heavens and sighed again.

"I was willing to ignore the insult," he murmured. "But since fate has arranged for us to meet today, I cannot pretend I didn’t see this."

A gentle breeze swept through the marketplace.

Lin Feng stepped forward along with the rest of the crowd and casually examined the displayed pills.

His gaze swept over them for only a brief moment before he softly shook his head.

"The effects of these pills are indeed three times stronger than the ordinary pills sold in this city," Lin Feng said in what seemed like a mere whisper.

Yet despite his quiet tone, every cultivator present heard his words clearly.

A brief pause followed.

"Unfortunately, anyone who consumes them will lose at least ten years of their lifespan."

The bustling marketplace instantly fell silent. Everyone stared at Lin Feng.

Then they stared at the pills.

"What?!"

"Did I hear that correctly?"

"Ten years of lifespan?"

A cultivator who had been moments away from purchasing several bottles immediately withdrew his hand as if he had touched molten lava.

"Is this true?" he exclaimed in alarm. "I’ll lose ten years of my life if I take these miraculous pills?"

His face turned pale.

Just moments ago, he had looked at the pills as priceless treasures capable of accelerating his cultivation.

Now he looked at them as though they were venomous snakes waiting to sink their fangs into him.

Several others also instinctively took a few steps backward.

For cultivators, lifespan was one of the most precious resources imaginable.

Spiritual stones could be earned. Treasures could be found.

Techniques could be cultivated. But lifespan, once lost, was incredibly difficult to recover.

There were longevity pills, naturally, but their price tags were high enough to make even affluent cultivators bleed.

The atmosphere immediately became tense. The pill vendor’s smile froze.

His expression darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An ugly look appeared on his face as he slowly turned toward Lin Feng.

The warmth and friendliness from earlier had completely vanished.

In its place was a chilling hostility. The man’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You better watch your tongue, young man."

His voice was cold enough to freeze water.

"The road to the Yellow Springs is crowded with people who talked too much."

A trace of killing intent leaked from his body.

Many spectators felt a chill run down their spines. The threat was obvious.

The vendor was essentially warning Lin Feng to shut up or die.

However, Lin Feng remained completely calm. His expression did not change in the slightest.

It was as though the threat had been directed at someone else entirely.

Instead, he casually picked up one of the pills and rolled it between his fingers.

"The pill itself is quite ingenious," Lin Feng commented thoughtfully.

"The medicinal effects have been forcefully amplified through a secret method."