Chapter 8

Earn spirit stones!

Yan Qingyan first went to the bookstore and bought a copy of "A Complete Illustrated Guide to Spiritual Plants". She then visited several magic weapon shops before she bought a mid-grade yellow medicine cauldron.

He spent all the twenty-one low-grade spirit stones that he had just obtained and were not even warm in his hands.

Low-level spiritual plants such as the Wei Ling Flower and the Bone-penetrating Grass can be cooked in an iron pot on earth, but the thousand-year-old Hongmeng Purple Spiritual Grass cannot be cooked.

If she wants to refine foundation-building pills in the future, she will definitely have to change to a better alchemy furnace, but she doesn't have that many spirit stones to buy it now, and she can't buy one in Yujiang Town either.

Yan Qingyan shook her head and thought about something far away.

After buying the "valuable" items, Yan Qingyan went to the market again and bought an iron pot and some ordinary household items.

Yan Qingyan also bought an extra big iron pot.

Since the Weiling paste is made in pots, wouldn’t it save a lot of time if we use a bigger pot?

She is such a clever little girl!

After buying household items, Yan Qingyan went to the spiritual plant mall to buy a large number of spiritual plant seeds, mostly Wei Ling Hua and Ligusticum chuanxiong.

The carriage was once again filled with large and small packages.

Yan Qingyan looked at the five taels of silver left in her hand and lamented that money was so hard to spend.

She bought so many things for less than one or two taels of silver, but she spent more than ninety taels on seeds.

Things with spiritual energy really cost a lot of money.

......

As it was getting close to dinner time, Yan Qingyan drove the carriage back to Yujiang Village.

The villagers were somewhat surprised to see horse-drawn carriages; they usually used ox-drawn carts, which could be used for both pulling carts and plowing the fields.

Only wealthy families like to ride horses, as they can ride fast and look stylish.

"Qingyan is back."

"Are you going to town to buy seeds?"

"Oh, you bought a lot!"

Through the door curtain of the carriage, one could clearly see the packages of all sizes filling the carriage.

"Yes, that's right." Yan Qingyan greeted the villagers with a smile and then went home.

After Yan Qingyan walked away, a group of villagers gathered around and chatted non-stop.

"People from big families are different. This carriage is so exquisite."

"The spiritual plants in her field are growing too fast. I wonder how much silver they can be sold for?"

"They don't sell it directly for silver. Young Master Ling is brewing ointment at home. I heard it is a top-quality medicine. One box can be sold for ten taels. It's very valuable!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding villagers gasped and their eyes turned red with envy.

They all knew that the ointment used by the monks was valuable, but they didn't expect it to be so valuable. They couldn't help but smack their lips in amazement.

"Oh my god, ten taels for a box?!"

"This is too much money. Big families have many tricks."

"......"

Yan Qingyan returned to the courtyard and let out a long sigh.

"Qingyan is back." Yan Qingyan had just arrived home when she heard a greeting from afar. The voice was clear and gentle.

Yan Qingyan couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. How long had it been since she had experienced this feeling of someone greeting her when she returned home?

Yan Qingyan smiled and replied, "I'm back."

Ling Mochen was still carefully preparing the Weiling ointment, and dozens of small iron boxes were piled up beside him.

Yan Qingyan was busy unloading the packages. She first replaced the missing iron pot in the kitchen, and then took out the big iron pot.

After a new batch of Wei Ling paste was made, Yan Qingyan walked over with something in her hand, "Use this to cook the next pot. This one is big and can save time."

An oversized iron pot was placed in front of Ling Mochen.

Ling Mochen:......

Ling Mochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're not afraid that I'll ruin it. If the heat isn't controlled well, a lot of it will be wasted."

"It's okay, just go ahead and refine it. I have as many materials as you need." She was more concerned about whether she could save time.

Time is life, and life is a priceless treasure. Isn't it just to advance and increase one's lifespan that immortal cultivators practice so hard?

The lifespan in the Foundation Establishment stage can reach 300 years, in the Golden Core stage 800 years, in the Nascent Soul stage 2,000 years, in the Spirit Transformation stage 3,000 years, in the Refining Void stage 5,000 years, in the Fusion stage 10,000 years, in the Mahayana stage 20,000 years, and in the Tribulation Crossing stage... 50,000 years!

Those things that prolong life are priceless treasures.

Yan Qingyan secretly decided that she must find at least one spiritual plant that could prolong life and keep it in her space!

"Okay." Ling Mochen replied seriously.

He tries not to waste.

"And this one is for you too." Yan Qingyan took out the medicine cauldron again.

Ling Mochen was shocked, "What is this?!"

"I bought it at the magic weapon shop in town. You can try to use it to make pills." After Yan Qingyan said this, she took out a bunch of medicinal materials needed to make the fasting pills.

Bigu Pill, the entry-level pill for over 90% of alchemists.

Ling Mochen took the medicine cauldron in a daze, his heart was filled with waves.

After a few breaths, Ling Mochen said solemnly, "Qingyan, thank you very much."

"Hey hey~ Don't be so polite with me. I can't stand this." Yan Qingyan frowned and shook her head.

It's okay to be polite in front of strangers, but she can't stand it if she is so polite to acquaintances.

Ling Mochen lowered his head and gently stroked the medicine cauldron, then raised his head and chuckled, "Refine the elixir requires the mobilization of spiritual energy. I can't refine the Bigu Pill yet, but spiritual porridge and spiritual liquid are still substitutes."

"Don't worry about refining the elixir. I will give you a surprise later." Yan Qingyan smiled mysteriously.

"Oh?" Ling Mochen's eyes showed a hint of anticipation, "Then I'd like to see what the surprise is."

“Big surprise!”

“Haha~”

The two smiled gently, and the breeze blew along the willow branches, blowing their intertwined hair.

Time slips away quietly in the busyness.

Three days later.

Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen drove the carriage to the town.

Each of them carried a large box and entered Yan's Business.

In fact, it is one of the unspoken rules here that people from the affiliated villages sell things to the corresponding families. The owner of Yujiang Village has already compensated the Ling family. Logically, they should sell the Weiling ointment to the Ling family's business.

But Ling Mochen obviously has a grudge against the Ling family and doesn't want to have anything to do with them.

When the manager of Yan's Business saw Yan Qingyan again, his eyes flickered.

The day before yesterday, he sent a few men to Luoxia Valley. Their cultivation was only at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining, and they ran into Black Blind as soon as they entered the mountains.

At that time he thought Yan Qingyan was lying.

It was not until he handed over the two hundred-year-old blood ginsengs and repeated Yan Qingyan's "excuse" that the Yan family sent two ninth-level Qi Refining cultivators to explore Luoxia Valley again.

And this time, they actually dug out a blood ginseng!

Unfortunately, the vintage is only ten years.

I heard that there are two ginseng pits not far from the Blood Spirit Ginseng, and the scent of Blood Spirit Ginseng was also detected in them. They should be the two plants dug out by Yan Qingyan.

I didn't expect it to be true. That's Luoxia Valley...

Could it be that all the spiritual energy of Luoxia Valley has been sucked away by these blood ginsengs?

The manager of the Yan family looked depressed. He couldn't use and didn't dare to use the hundred-year-old Blood Ginseng, but the ten-year-old one would be of great use to him. Why were the guys under him so useless?

well!

The steward sighed inwardly, but looked curiously to see what good things Miss Yan could come up with.

Boom! Boom!

There were two wooden boxes on the ground, with a pile of iron boxes neatly placed inside.

"Weiling ointment! These are all of good quality. Would you like spiritual stones or silver?"

The manager was in a good mood after seeing this. There was a huge demand for medicine for injuries, so there was no problem selling them.

"Spirit stones!" Yan Qingyan said with certainty, without any hesitation.

The steward's eyes moved slightly, as if to remind him, "This place is actually more convenient for silver."

There is actually no need for mortals who don’t practice cultivation to exchange spirit stones. These two have even ruined their dantian.

"No, I want spirit stones." Yan Qingyan said firmly.

The manager lowered his head and thought to himself, it seems like these two are still determined to become immortals.

"A total of twenty-one low-grade spirit stones." The butler said lightly.

Everyone has their own aspirations, so let them be.

"good."

The two walked out of Yan's Business. Yan Qingyan saw Ling Mochen's surprised expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just... I thought there would be some bargaining." Ling Mochen said lightly.

He really didn't like bargaining because it was a waste of time, but he also felt bad about being taken advantage of.

Ling Mochen was thinking this when he happened to hear Yan Qingyan say this.

"I don't like places where I have to bargain. It's a waste of time." Yan Qingyan frowned and shook her head.

We are all members of the Yan family. It would be so ugly to try to bargain with them.

Ling Mochen lowered his head and chuckled. In his past experience outside, apart from those with clearly marked prices, he had never seen many merchants who did not require bargaining. Generally, they would serve the customer a price based on the customer's level of cultivation, family, or sect.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the two of them were people with great backgrounds in Yujiang Town.

The two bought some more 'ingredients' and soon returned home.

Yan Qingyan held the bag of spirit stones and asked, "How about letting me take care of the spirit stones first? I can use them very well."

What's the use? Of course, it is space to improve her!

"Okay." Ling Mochen had no objection.

He still remembered the surprise Qingyan told him, and had some vague guesses.

After returning to the room, Yan Qingyan threw twenty-one low-grade spirit stones into the spirit spring in the space.

Yan Qingyan's loud singing voice echoed in the space.

"Hongmeng grass~ Ziling grass~, please grow up quickly~ I can't wait~"

"The cultivation of immortality is just around the corner~"