"Heh heh, don't be in such a rush, you shorty. I, Li Tietou, had to overcome countless hardships to make it back in one piece. If someone manages to survive the edge of the Abyss of the Demon Den and returns safely, you’ve got to let me collect a little 'road toll,' right? Besides, before I even reached the edge of the Abyss of the Demon Den, I was lucky enough to buy ten Demon-Cleansing Pills. Everyone, mark my words: if you're planning to go to the Abyss of the Demon Den, you must be prepared with Demon-Cleansing Pills. Otherwise, it’s exactly like Constable Ma says—you’re just a senile old man hanging himself; you’re asking for death."
"Why do I say I was lucky? If I’d bought even one fewer—hell, even half a pill less—I probably wouldn't be here to see you all today. You should know that the marked market price for a Demon-Cleansing Pill is 500,000 taels of silver. You have no idea how high the price went for the pills being sold by rogue Martial Practitioners on the edge of the Abyss of the Demon Den. Guess how high it got?"
"The price for a single pill was bid up to 2 million taels of silver. It was all aimed at those Martial Practitioners already eroded by demonic energy. To purge the energy from their bodies as quickly as possible, they had no choice but to pay that exorbitant price. Two million taels for one! My goodness, just thinking about it makes me regret not buying more."
Chapter 668