Chapter Thirty-Five: Harvesting Dan Medicine

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  The young man in white nodded and said, "So it's Xuan Yuan, you've come to the right place. I can see that your demeanor won't be tainted by associating with this kind of person." He then turned to glance at the person lying on the ground with a haughty gaze: "You should consider yourself lucky, someone helped you out just now, otherwise you would have lost your life long ago. From now on, don't come to Chongxuan City again, or else... Begone!" The last word was heavily emphasized, showcasing his authoritative arrogance.

  That man gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and trembled as he said: "You... don't dare, don't dare anymore." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Chen Mo, seemingly expressing gratitude, yet also warning him. He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue and stumbled away.

  Chen Mo was worried and wondered what this person had done to be beaten like this. It must have something to do with the 'Xuandan Pavilion' deal.

  Seeing his doubts, a young man in white clothes stepped forward and said, "This person brought a fake spiritual grass to cheat for the golden ticket. Do you think such a person should be punished?"

  He nodded silently to show he understood.

  "You're looking for a rare medicine? Let me take a look." The young man in white said with some enthusiasm.

  Chen Mo slightly furrowed his brow and remained silent with a cold expression.

  "This is our young master Qu Kui, the junior manager of Xuan Dan Pavilion."

  "Don't worry, little brother. Our Xuan Dan Ge is the most honest when it comes to doing business. Let's discuss the details inside." Qu Ke put on a merchant's demeanor and said with a smile.

  Chen Mo was deep in thought, as if he had grown several more hearts.

  Not long after.

  Qu Guo saw the spiritual medicine and exclaimed, "Hanshengcao? Hmm? This fire has been burning for over a hundred years. What a great thing, what a great thing!" His eyes showed some surprise and delight.

  For Qu Ke, the Cold Spirit Grass is like a treasure to him, and it's a hundred-year-old Cold Spirit Grass. Since he cultivates water-based techniques and practices the Cold Mystic Palm, it will be very beneficial for him.

  "Does this spiritual grass meet with your approval, Master Qu?" Chen Mo closed the jade box, causing Qu Ke to gaze at it longingly.

  "Xuanyuan, little brother, wait a moment, I'll ask someone to take a look."

  In less than half a minute, an old man over fifty years old appeared, with a silver hairpin on his head, snow-white hair like feathers, but with a childlike rosy complexion. A white beard, crane hair and childlike face, bright eyes, colorful green silk fluttering in the wind, what a wonderful alchemist with a fairy-like demeanor.

  He closely followed Qu Kun, not to mention being humble and courteous, but also showing great respect for him. The alchemist was highly respected in the family, and even the patriarch would show courtesy, let alone a junior like him.

  The old man first sized up Chen Mo, the "Hansheng Grass" emitted a warm and cold aura, its leaves were crystal clear, it could no longer be described as fresh, it seemed to have life. He said calmly: "This Hansheng Grass has passed the hundred-year-old fire test, worth two thousand taels of gold, Master, you can take someone to exchange with him." For someone with his experience, a second-grade spiritual medicine was precious, but he had seen many.

  Chen Mo secretly rejoiced in his heart, with this gold, he had a great deal of confidence to break through to the higher ranks of the Spiritual Disciples.

  First place is difficult, but I have to go all out. Must thoroughly get rid of the depression of the past three years. Chen's emotions are like a thousand horses galloping, turbulent and unstoppable.

  Just as Zheng Kuang was about to take out the Golden Ticket, Chen Mo said, "Please help me exchange for a second-grade elixir, Xuanxuan Dan."

  "That's worth a thousand taels of gold." Qu Ke was also shocked, feeling envious in his heart. This kid is so lucky to have found such a valuable spiritual elixir. Even as the young master of Xuan Dan Ge, he could only use the Xuan Dan when preparing to break through to the next level.

  One thousand two? Chen Mo was also heartbroken, but in his own plan, such a powerful pill like the Jingxuan Dan was indispensable. Money can be earned again if it's gone. Temporarily increasing strength is the king's way. He gritted his teeth and said: "One thousand two it is, now give me ten more first-rate Soul Gathering Pills."

  Jū Líng Dān is several times stronger than Xiǎo Jū Líng Dān and belongs to the first-class Ling Dan.

  "A Jiling Dan pill costs one hundred gold coins, totaling one thousand two hundred gold tickets." Qu Ge said.

  Chen Mo also knew that the price was expensive, but it was worth it. He hesitated and said: "I'll spend 2,000 taels of gold in your shop at once, can't you give me a discount?" If he were to exchange it within the family, there would naturally be various discounts, but that would make it known to everyone.

  He was speechless for a moment, but his heart was tied to this Cold Spirit Grass, so he could only say: "Alright, I'll add another Soul Gathering Pill."

  Chen Mo shook his head and said: "I already have enough Spirit Gathering Pills. How about adding four more ordinary lower-grade Heart Methods instead?"

  Even the old man was puzzled, having seen people use elixirs as a supplement, but never someone who wanted to learn several heart methods. Heart methods are usually only cultivated in one...

  "Although the four inferior-grade manuals are not worth much, together they're still worth two hundred gold. A glint of sharp light flashed in Qu Ke's eyes, and he immediately chuckled and said: "However, for the sake of making friends with Xuan Yuan, I'll take it upon myself to agree to this transaction."

  Chen Mo knew that his water-based cultivation method was no match for the second-grade Cold Spirit Grass, and he wasn't afraid that he wouldn't agree to this small addition.

  Finally, Chen Mo returned with a full load and obtained four more lower-grade cultivation methods, namely Flame Yang Jue, Cold Ice Jue, Thick Earth Jue, and Sharp Gold Jue. They all belong to the introductory level of main cultivation methods, which are widely spread on the mainland and are not worth much money.

  Out of the heavy mysterious city, after traveling dozens of miles, I floated forward like a willow catkin.

  Under a hundred-year-old locust tree, the creek water is clear and visible to the bottom. The gurgling stream sounds like the sound of a zither, and several large stones are scattered around, shining brightly in the sunlight.

  A figure as light as a cloud floated down. Chen Mo put down the package in his hand, scooped up some creek water, and washed away the yellow wax color on his face. The reflection of the creek water made him look much more spirited, and he looked like a completely different person from just before.

  A figure stood not far away, wearing a green shirt and having a slightly thin face with deep small eyes that seemed to stare at Chen Mo by the stream like watching prey.

  "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you just coming now?" Chen Mo didn't even turn his head, calm and composed. Having experienced life and death, he was increasingly sensitive to danger. As early as in the Xuan Dan Pavilion, he had vaguely guessed that the last transaction would be very pleasant, and it was very likely that he would be treated as a fat sheep.

  A man in a green robe with a pair of small eyes full of murderous intent, coldly smiled and said: "Since you know, then come and take my life." Since leaving the city, he had been secretly hanging around Chen Mo, observing that this kid's cultivation was only at the middle stage of Lingtong, although his movements were agile and clever, but relying on his own high-stage Lingtong strength, he could easily defeat him.

  As soon as he finished speaking, his legs quickly alternated and shot forward. In an instant, the yellow energy burst out in all directions, sand and rocks tumbling outward without end. With a single leap, he soared into the air, looking down from above, and threw a fierce punch at Chen Mo's head.

  After the "bang" sound, the stream seemed to be cut off, and the water splashed up to a height of several meters. The sand and stones fell to the ground, and the creek returned to calmness.

  "Hiss! You're so slow, how did you become a bandit?" Chen Mo said as he arrived, using his swift and agile movement to jump onto a tree behind the bandit.

  "The little dog is going wild!"

  The man in blue clothes was enraged, with flames bursting three feet high. He immediately poured the Xuan Qi into his soles, and with a loud whoosh, he leaped into the air, his four limbs fully extended, his body faintly surrounded by a yellowish Xuan Qi, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, he charged straight at Chen Mo's branch above.

  Shaking Mountain Palm, a mid-tier Xuan technique that relies on circulating Xuan energy inside the body to create intense physical shockwaves, which can be combined with other Xuan techniques to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

  This move is also a skill that makes him confident, although it's only practiced to the level of initial glimpse, but the effect of playing it out can shock a huge beast to death on the spot.

  Chen Mo suddenly felt a strong gust of air rushing towards him, accompanied by the violent shaking of branches. He executed the Willow Twig Body Method, kicked off from the branch and floated away with ease.

  A powerful palm narrowly missed him, and as he landed, the man in green slapped a huge branch, accompanied by the shaking of the tree, with a loud "boom" sound, falling to the ground, and the yellow dust that was trampled on was still lingering in the air.

  Chen Mo floated down to the ground, coldly smiling at the green-robed man who still had many leaves tangled on his body: "The power is just barely enough, but your reaction is too slow."

  The green-clothed man, who had been tricked twice, couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Originally, he was the one who came to kill and rob, but unexpectedly, he was toyed with so miserably. His proud self-esteem seemed to be trampled by thousands of people. He furiously roared at Chen Mo: "You little brat, relying on your agility to dodge around is no skill at all! If you're a man, let's have a hard fight!"

  "With your intelligence, you dare to come out and be a bandit?" Chen Mo patted his green shirt, with his hands behind his back, not putting the opponent in his eyes at all, and teased: "No wonder a few decades old dog is still a high-ranking Lingtu."

  The man in the green robe's face turned bright red with rage, feeling as if his internal organs were being gnawed by ants, and he had never been humiliated like this before. A surge of blood rushed to his brain, and he laughed furiously, saying: "Good, you little scoundrel, you have guts! If I don't strip your tendons and peel off your skin, it's hard to vent the hatred in my heart!"

  The gathering of Xuan Qi in the whole body is fiercely circulating, previously on the body emitting a faint yellowish-brown color, now it is clearly visible.

  Chen Mo knew that in the Lingtu stage, if the Xuanqi flowed too quickly inside the body, it would damage the Qi and blood vessels. The green-robed man's move was undoubtedly intended to fight him to the death.

  He took a deep breath of cold air, and Chen Mo's face turned slightly solemn. The momentum of this move was still an unknown quantity, it seemed that narrow-minded bandits really couldn't be provoked.

  In the blink of an eye, the man in green had already stirred up all the mysterious energy, and the air around his body was humming with a low whir. Dust and stones were scattered in all directions as he violently kicked off the ground, charging towards Chen Mo with a heavy rumbling sound, like a massive boulder rolling down from a great height to crush everything in its path.

  Chen Mo felt a fierce gust of wind with thunderous roar rushing towards him, leaving no place to hide behind. He gritted his teeth and gathered all the light mysterious energy in his body into his right fist, while stabilizing his horse stance, his fist struck from top to bottom, like a tiger descending a mountain, full of power, one style of Vajra opening the road, striking with courage and progress, majestic and powerful.

  Bang!

  A sound like a drumbeat at dusk and a bell toll at dawn, lingering and long-lasting.

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