Chapter 248 Heading to Xuanming Territory
"Here comes Shan boy!" Dr. Zhao saw Shan Shunan pushing a cart full of medicinal herbs to the door of the laboratory and greeted him enthusiastically.
Recently, Shan Shunan has been a frequent visitor to the laboratory. He comes to deliver medicinal materials almost every day, and everyone has become familiar with him.
Shan Shunan put the cart away and helped to stack the herbs. He took the time to answer, "Good afternoon, Dr. Zhao. There are many tourists in the sect today, so we sent more herbs. Do you need me to send less tomorrow?"
Dr. Zhao had already noticed that there were more medicinal materials than yesterday. People in their line of work would not worry about having too many research materials. He smiled and said, "No, no, we have sufficient funds now. Just send us the herbs on the list. We will buy as many as you can get!"
"Okay!" Shan Shunan agreed, and then he remembered what Shen Yijin had told him before he left, and asked quickly, "Master asked me to ask you, how is the batch of medicine that I ordered going? She is in a hurry to use it."
Half a year had passed since the last time she ordered medicine from Dr. Zhao. Shen Yijin counted the days and estimated that it should be about time.
The preventive medicine to be released into the sea is ready. It's a medicine whose formula has been known for a long time and is waiting for mass production. With so many machines assisting in the production, it shouldn't be that it hasn't been completed yet after nearly six months.
Shen Yijin had a breakthrough in his cultivation recently, and he couldn't wait to go to the Xuanming Realm to destroy the Devouring Insect Nest.
When Dr. Zhao heard Shan Shunan mention it, he slapped his forehead suddenly: "Hey, I'm old and my memory is not good. I said I seemed to have forgotten something. The medicine has been prepared a long time ago, but I forgot to send it to Comrade Shen. It's a good thing that you are here, why don't we take the medicine back together later?"
Shan Shunan thought that he had to go back to Jiuxuan Sect anyway, so he agreed: "Okay."
Ten minutes later, Shan Shunan was dumbfounded when he saw the pile of cardboard boxes in front of him.
"Are these all the medicines reserved by my master?" Shan Shunan wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. Maybe only one thousand bottles were reserved by Shen Yijin, and he accidentally heard it as ten thousand bottles.
Dr. Zhao nodded: "Yes, Shanzi, where is your car? We will help you move it up."
The light of hope in Shan Shunan's eyes disappeared, and he turned into a lifeless dead fish.
His voice trembled: "There are so many of them. My small van can't hold them all!"
Moreover, today is Sunday and there are many tourists in Jiuxuan Sect, so it is not suitable to drive a large truck to transport goods back.
Shan Shunan didn't know how to solve the problem, so he called Shen Yijin.
At that time, Shen Yijin was teaching fortune-telling to his third and most talented disciple, Jin Huihui. The lesson was interrupted halfway through, and Jin Huihui was very dissatisfied. She shouted on the phone that she would deduct Shan Shunan's dinner and let him cook for himself.
Chen Yijin was watching the fun from the side, not speaking for the eldest disciple at all, and even took advantage of the situation to criticize Shan Shunan for not being flexible: "Didn't I give you a plastic bag before you went down the mountain? Why don't you just use the plastic bag to pack the medicine and bring it back?"
"But Master, even though that plastic bag is the largest shopping bag in the supermarket, it can't hold ten thousand bottles of medicine, right?" Shan Shunan expressed his grievance. If there weren't many bottles of medicine, he really planned to pack them in plastic bags and take them back.
This time, before Shen Yijin could answer, Jin Huihui spoke impatiently: "Stupid, with your IQ, you are still my senior brother, it's too embarrassing for the sect! That's a storage bag, the storage bag given by the master, what can't be put in it?"
Shan Shunan hung up the phone, still in a daze. He looked down at the plastic bag, his expression indescribable.
Such an ordinary plastic bag is actually the storage bag mentioned in the novels about cultivating immortals?
Shan Shunan tried to put the medicine in it and found that it could really be put in.
As he numbly put the potion into the plastic bag, he demystified the storage bag.
The storage bags described in the novels about cultivating immortals seem magical no matter how I look at them. But when I actually saw them in real life, apart from being able to hold things, they are just like ordinary plastic bags, plain and without any mystery at all.
Shan Shunan numbly packed all the medicines and was about to drive the van back when he was stopped by Dr. Zhao.
Dr. Zhao had a gentle smile on his face, but Shan Shunan felt a chill down his spine for the first time: "Shan boy, this garbage bag your master gave you is quite useful, huh? Can you talk to your master and ask him to give us some too?"
Shan Shunan said sternly, "There are plenty of plastic bags in supermarkets, 1 yuan each, Dr. Zhao, you can go to the supermarket to buy some if you need them."
"No, no!" Dr. Zhao glanced at the plastic bag in the van, "We want something as big as this one that can hold things. Shan boy, I heard that you are the eldest disciple, and you must be highly valued by Comrade Shen. If you go back and say a few good words to your master, you will definitely be able to help us get it..."
Shan Shunan was being tortured badly. Although Dr. Zhao and his companions were researchers and thin in body, they were very clingy and dragged him around and wouldn't let him go.
In the end, Shan Shunan had no choice but to agree to help them talk to Chen Yijin, but there was no guarantee that he could get it.
Dr. Zhao nodded in satisfaction and let Shan Shunan leave.
Shan Shunan, who was highly regarded by everyone, returned to Jiuxuan Sect, but he didn't even meet Shen Yijin, let alone ask for help with the storage bag.
Nan Mingcheng snatched the storage bag from his hand on the road he had to take to find Chen Yijin after returning to the sect. Without even looking at him, he turned around and went to find Chen Yijin on his behalf.
Shan Shunan thought sadly that although he was the eldest disciple, he was not taken seriously in the sect.
His talent for fortune-telling was not as good as Jin Huihui's, and he was overtaken by Jin Huihui to become the first person to learn fortune-telling from the master. There was also a person who looked like "the master's wife" watching them, warning them, the male disciples, from getting close to the master. He was only a senior disciple in name only.
Jin Huihui is very talented, and Shen Yijin is happy to teach her all the skills he knows.
Seeing Jin Huihui studying hard, she felt very satisfied.
At this moment, Chen Yijin saw that Jin Huihui was tired from studying and couldn't help but fall asleep on the table, so he caringly carried her back to the room to rest.
She covered Jin Huihui with a blanket, then turned around and saw Nan Mingcheng standing at the door, holding a plastic bag in his hand, silently waiting for her to go out.
Chen Yijin's eyebrows curved slightly, and after walking out, he did not forget to help Jin Huihui close the door.
She glanced at the plastic bag and said, "The medicine has been delivered! Shall we leave now?"
Nan Mingcheng nodded to show his agreement.
Chen Yijin was therefore familiar with the route and took Nan Mingcheng to the underworld.
The ghost officials had received instructions long ago, so when they saw Chen Yijin, they pretended not to see him, walked away without looking at him, and allowed Chen Yijin and the other person to move freely.
Chen Yijin held Nan Mingcheng's hand, followed the aura, and entered the Xuanming Realm.
The Xuanming Realm at this time was completely different from the Xuanming Realm they had heard of in the Xuanling Realm. There were densely swarming devouring insects everywhere, which made people's scalps numb.
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