Roar roar!
Fang Xing let out a furious roar, scaring the dicine gatherer so much that his sickle fell to the ground.
With a swift lunge, he knocked over the dicine gatherer and carried him away.
"This..."
The other dicine gatherer with a back injury looked completely baffled.
Originally, he had been the first to find that old ginseng, but got stabbed in the back by his companion, feeling that he would die here today.
Unexpectedly, a Mountain Lord appeared and carried that person away?
"Thank you, Mountain Lord Grandpa, thank you, Mountain Lord Grandpa!"
The dicine gatherer quickly kowtowed in the direction Fang Xing left.
In the local folk legends around here, the Mountain Lord is known to have the ability to ’punish the wicked’.
Swish swish!
Soon, footsteps approached.
The dicine gatherer looked over and saw a young man wearing animal skins, and quickly shouted, "Help! Help!"
"What’s going on with you?"
Fang Xing approached curiously.
"Ah, it’s just that I t the wrong person... Is this young brother a mountain dweller? Be careful, there’s a Mountain Lord nearby..."
The dicine gatherer hurriedly recounted the recent events.
"I see... That Mountain Lord is fair and just, only devours evil people, probably won’t eat ... Do you have any salt? I have dicine for healing, we can trade."
Fang Xing spoke.
"Yes, yes, I do."
The dicine gatherer was delighted and quickly took out a small bag of salt from his chest.
Fang Xing received it, saw that the salt was blackish-yellow and obviously couldn’t be consud without filtering and refining.
He didn’t mind, casually handed over a bunch of berries: "These are Spirit Fruits, go ahead and eat them..."
The dicine gatherer showed so suspicion, but at this point had no choice, and threw the purple berry into his mouth.
Strangely enough, just by eating one, the bleeding on his back noticeably slowed.
After eating several more, the bleeding finally stopped.
’Hmm, it seems this type of purple berry is most suitable for making into wound dication...’
Seeing this scene, Fang Xing thought to himself.
He was experinting on the injured dicine gatherer.
Many herbal plants in nature are themselves natural dicines, possessing hemostatic and healing effects.
He found a type of purple berry, and by using his ’Plant Growth’ talent to ripen them and injecting Plant Essence Qi, he could yield a batch of ’healing berries’.
Although these berries have shortcomings such as short shelf life and only being able to treat minor injuries, the key is they’re free...
’Also, eating several at once yields a decent effect, at least preserving life...’
’They can be taken out as a standout product.’
Since Fang Xing planned to go to the loose cultivator’s workshop, he definitely had to prepare so goods.
However, related to the Blood Shadow Sect, those certainly couldn’t be shown.
Luckily, he could disguise himself as an excellent spirit plant cultivator, ensuring no association with the Blood Shadow Sect.
"Thank you, young brother, for the rescue!"
Knowing his life was saved, the dicine gatherer, pale-faced, struggled to express gratitude.
"Hmm, by the way, what place is this? Which city is the nearest?"
Fang Xing asked casually and then imdiately disappeared into the forest.
"This mountain dweller youth... doesn’t even know the surroundings, wait, is he really a mountain dweller?"
Thinking about what the other took out and how consuming it imdiately stopped the bleeding, the dicine gatherer’s eyes widened, he quickly knelt and kowtowed: "So it’s Mountain God Grandpa... Thank Mountain God Grandpa for the rescue."
...
Fang Xing left, naturally intending to interrogate the other dicine gatherer again.
The dicine gatherer had long been frightened out of his mind, especially after seeing Fang Xing change from a tiger into a human, answering almost anything asked.
And both their answers were identical.
If there had been any discrepancies or contradictions in their answers, Fang Xing would resort to brutality and eliminate the two dicine gatherers.
"You hard others behind their backs, your virtue is truly despicable, the sentence is death."
After the interrogation, he casually slapped and caused the dicine gatherer to bleed from his seven orifices and die.
At this point, Fang Xing glanced at the attribute bar:
[After multiple attempts, you’ve developed ’healing berries’ from ’Plant Growth’!]
"Unfortunately, killing creatures doesn’t yield any experience."
While departing, Fang Xing recalled the information obtained earlier:
The nearest city here was ’Shield Cloud City’, under the jurisdiction of ’Flying Immortal Palace’.
"Even I don’t know how far I’ve run, it seems I’ve already run out of the Blood Shadow Sect’s influence?"
He would soon be far away from here, hence choosing to save the injured dicine gatherer.
Presumably, not long after this, ’Mountain King’ and ’Mountain God’ legends would begin to spread gradually.
...
Cloud Coming Square.
This workshop is located at the junction of Corpse Chasing Sect, Qingmu Ridge, and Feijian Sect, considered a no-man’s-land, attracting many loose cultivators.
Moreover, due to its location on a major route, many trading houses have established warehouses here, making business extrely prosperous every day.
On this day.
A youth dressed in animal fur slowly walked over, glanced at the most basic array around the marketplace, and entered through the front gate.
"Inside the marketplace, no fighting allowed!"
"Money and goods settled!"
The cultivator patrolling at the entrance warned before watching Fang Xing enter the marketplace.
"Hmm, it sowhat feels like a marketplace for cultivation..."
Fang Xing looked toward the loose cultivators setting up stalls by the roadside.
He had already figured out before coming that entry into this Cloud Coming Square was free, but to set up a stall, one had to pay a stall fee—one piece of talismanic money per day!
Without talismanic money, one could only offset with other spiritual objects.
He used a fifty-year-old polygonatum as collateral to get a yellow tablecloth from the marketplace steward, which had a few crooked symbols on it.
This was his stall.
Fang Xing opened the cloth and placed the herbs he occasionally collected onto it.
Of course, most of them were ’healing berries’!
"How are you selling these berries?"
It wasn’t long before a few curious loose cultivators gathered around, looking at the bunches of purple berries.
"Healing berries, eating one can heal wounds... one berry for one piece of talismanic money!"
Fang Xing said.
"One berry for one piece of talismanic money?"
The inquiring loose cultivator frowned: "What about this ninety-year-old wild ginseng?"
"This is not ninety-plus years, but authentic hundred-year-old wild ginseng..." Fang Xing shook his head, seeing through the other party’s attempt to haggle the price: "Won’t sell for less than ten pieces of talismanic money..."
"So expensive."
The loose cultivator who previously asked the price shook his head and turned away.
Fang Xing wasn’t in a hurry, leisurely sitting there.
Beside him, an elder who was also setting up a stall glanced over and then withdrew his gaze. He wore a coarse yellow hemp robe and took out a wine gourd from his waist, sipping from it.
Fang Xing chuckled. Seeing this elder, he sohow thought of Luo Yun True Immortal.
After all, both were fond of good wine.
It’s a pity the other had fallen to Heavenly Demon transformations, ending in death.
’Dao Venerate fallen, along with Dao Court, Demon Venerable, Demon Lord... I’ll note them down for the future, handling them one by one.’
Fang Xing mused.
"Heh heh... Young fellow, eyeing my wine?"
The elder took a sip of the wine from his gourd, finally letting out a satisfied breath, then stroked his goatee, cleaning the wine droplets off.
After doing all this, he self-praised modestly: "This is ’Monkey Wine’ that took old much effort to obtain. Mountain spirit apes excel at gathering hundreds of fruits, brewing them into this Monkey Wine... If selling it, less than five pieces of talismanic money per gourd, I wouldn’t even bat an eye..."
"Impressive, old sir."
Fang Xing replied rather perfunctorily: "May I know your na?"
"Without the honorific, the surna is Lu, you can call Old Lu..."
Old Lu glanced: "Young fellow, are these herbs grown by yourself?"
"Exactly..."
Fang Xing nodded: "My family’s teaching includes so knowledge about cultivation..."
"Turns out it’s a cultivation family, truly a surprise, a surprise..."
Old Lu instantly beca three points more solemn, even clasping hands in a greeting.
Though knowing most who co here are loose cultivators, there’s undoubtedly a difference among them.
With a skill in spirit plant cultivation, and possibly having family support, it’s more solid footing than an average loose cultivator.
"Forgive my candor, these other herbs are well, but these ’healing berries’... never heard of them, other Daoists may not want to buy."
Old Lu said.
"These berries take effect imdiately upon consumption and can be used multiple tis..."
Fang Xing was sowhat urgently red-faced: "This is my family’s secret not passed down, if you don’t believe, buy one and try!"
"Alright then, I’ll purchase one."
Old Lu chuckled, handing over a piece of yellow talismanic money.
Fang Xing received it, finding the talismanic money very light, likely folded from so special talisman paper.
Within the talisman paper, there was a stored mana.
Being a general equivalent in the cultivation world certainly has its special property.
’This talisman paper seems fully usable for cultivating ’Paper Folding Secret Technique,’ though the effect may be slightly inferior to blood paper, but better than using regular paper...’
’Moreover, there appears to be a pure mana infused in it, although it can’t be used to enhance cultivation, it can supplent consumption, activate arrays and such...’
’Indeed, the general equivalent in the cultivation world must possess certain value itself.’
Fang Xing rely glanced to grasp most of the details about the talismanic money and saw Old Lu carefully examining a purple berry, prompting a smile: "This healing berry is quite effective, but rember, don’t crush or let it rot... if it’s kept for too long, and the berry rots, it won’t work."
"Hmm."
Old Lu vaguely nodded, suddenly taking out a dagger from his bosom and slicing a blood mark on the back of his hand.
Then, he consud the healing berry, watching as the wound quickly stopped bleeding and healed... leaving only a white scar.
"Good stuff... no pill poison, takes effect imdiately, just a sha it’s hard to durably store. Otherwise, it may rival those high-rank healing spirit pills."
Old Lu sighed.
"Heh heh, if it truly stored long-term, how could those big figures up above sit still? We’re just making so lower-end stuff, earning so overlooked toil money..."
Fang Xing chuckled.
"You young fellow have insight... were you intentionally setting up stall beside ?"
Old Lu asked sowhat suspiciously.
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