Qi Zhiheng spent two days cleaning up the wasteland, then took his secret stash of money and went out.

Qi Zhiheng arrived at the market.

The purpose of this trip was, of course, to buy seeds.

Qi Zhiheng strode into a herbal medicine shop, where a waiter hurriedly greeted him, "Young Master Qi, what would you like?" Qi Zhiheng was somewhat well-known in the town. Of course, this reputation wasn't a compliment; he was just a somewhat famous playboy.

"Do you have seeds of water chestnut and half-moon orange?" Qi Zhiheng did not intend to buy all the medicinal herb seeds from one shop, but decided to buy them from several shops. However, he did not expect that this would cause a little accident. The waiter said with some doubt, "We do have seeds of water chestnut, but I have never heard of half-moon orange."

Qi Zhiheng frowned slightly. In fact, Qi Zhiheng had never heard of this Half-Moon Orange before.

After all, he had studied a lot of pharmacology when he was planting medicinal herbs and spiritual plants in his previous life. However, there were a few herbs in those prescriptions that he did not recognize. At first, he thought it was because of his shallow knowledge, but now he thought that these herbs might be a term used in the cultivation world.

Xuanling Continent might be called that, and thinking of this, Qi Zhiheng couldn't help but feel annoyed. Afraid of being discovered, he feigned anger and scolded, "You mean I remembered the name of the medicinal herb wrong?"

The waiter, having likely encountered many difficult customers, remained unperturbed by the questioning and replied politely, "It is my ignorance and lack of knowledge; how could you have misremembered the name? Our shop is small and does not carry the medicinal herb you mentioned. Perhaps I could inquire with the manager?" While outwardly respectful, the waiter was inwardly quite disdainful. He did not indeed possess the Half-Moon Orange, but he did have a medicinal plant called the Hope-Leaf Orange. He thought this spoiled young master had read a few books and was now showing off his knowledge, even confusing the medicinal herb's name. He could only save face by relying on his loud voice.

Qi Zhiheng put on a spoiled, arrogant act, packed up dozens of seeds of water chestnut, and then bought several other kinds of medicinal seeds he needed, dozens of each. After settling the bill, he immediately left the store, which naturally earned him a secret look of contempt from the waiter.

Qi Zhiheng originally intended to buy more seeds when he went out today, but after realizing that he was indeed unprepared, he gave up on the plan to continue buying seeds.

But since we were already out, there was no reason to go back right away, so we decided to go to the flea market.

In his previous life, Qi Zhiheng often went to flea markets because he was short of money. Most of the items in flea markets were relatively cheap, but they required a good eye.

Qi Zhiheng had never been there in his life, after all, he had never worried about money for the first ten years or so.

Furthermore, most of the goods at the flea market are secondhand, and as the young master of the Qi family, who has some status in the town, he wouldn't go there even for the sake of face.

Having survived a brush with death, Qi Zhiheng has come to understand many things. Strength is the foundation of one's existence, and with strength, one can make others keep their thoughts to themselves.

Qi Zhiheng was strolling around the flea market when a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart, as if something was drawing him there. After only a slight hesitation, he followed his heart and went in the direction from which the attraction was coming.

Underneath the stall was a somewhat worn linen cloth, on which a dozen or so items were scattered. There were a few pieces of ore and a few old objects, all of which were not very valuable.

What attracted him was a dark stone used to weigh down linen.