Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He took the last remaining blood essence of the red-haired young man directly into the space and buried it in the soil.

There were still some of Ao Wu's belongings left on the spot, which he picked up, put them into the space, and dealt with the traces left by him at the scene before disappearing into the ground again.

After leaving the battlefield, he emerged from the ground again and flew towards the capital city.

In total, he and Aowu met twice, and the other party died twice. Maybe it was because the two of them had different horoscopes, or maybe he was destined to be like Aowu.

Although Aowu died as a puppet, it was definitely a huge loss to the main body.

The large number of puppets lost just twice was a huge fortune, and the average noble family would go bankrupt.

A part of the spiritual consciousness that is annihilated along with the puppet will also cause considerable losses to the main body. It is not easy to recover the lost spiritual consciousness.

Zhang He returned to the city, sorted through Aowu's belongings, and got another oversized storage bag, which was at least a hundred feet in diameter.

This kind of large storage bag is rare and valuable.

Refining storage magic weapons is very difficult, and the materials are also very expensive. Currently, Huya and the others have not mastered this technology.

He planned to throw it to Wen Sheng's caravan so that it would not be exposed when transporting some rare materials.

In addition, he also harvested more than 4,000 second-level spiritual stones and a lot of messy weapon refining materials.

After resting at his residence for a day, he made an appointment with Mei Yingxue to attend the trade fair the next day.

After the warm-up in the past few days, today's trade fair seemed much more lively.

Everyone took out the good things they had at the bottom of the box and put them out for trading.

Zhang He also took out more than a dozen thousand-year-old elixirs from the space and lined them up. For him, selling the spiritual stones or exchanging them for other rare spiritual objects would be fine.

Mei Yingxue took out a magic weapon and placed it next to Zhang He.

The two of them casually set up a stall, moved out small benches, and sat side by side behind the stalls.

With nothing to do, Zhang He simply took out a pot of Baihualing wine and a small snack, and the two of them drank sips at a time, occasionally chatting.

Zhang He's business was good today. It only took half a day to sell all the more than ten thousand-year-old elixirs, replacing them with a few elixirs and a lot of spiritual stones.

The magic weapon that Mei Yingxue displayed has never been sold, and she doesn't care. Anyway, she is not interested in drinking.

"I've sold out all the elixirs and am ready to close the stall. Are you still selling them?"

"I won't sell it anymore." Mei Yingxue reached out and put the magic weapon in front of her into the storage bag.

"There is a Zuixian Restaurant in Dadu City. The wine and food there are the best in Dadu City. My aunt took me to eat there before."

"Okay! I also earned some spiritual stones today. Let's close the stall and go to Zuixian Tower for dinner."

When the two of them put away their clothes and were about to leave, a skinny monk ran towards them in a hurry.

"Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment!"

Zhang He raised his head when he heard this and put the bench on the ground into his storage bag, "What do you want?"

"Fellow Taoist, I just saw you have a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng here. Do you still have it?"

When this skinny monk passed by here just now, he saw that the Millennium White Jade Ginseng at Zhang He's stall was exactly what he needed. However, after asking for a price, he didn't have enough spiritual stones in his pocket.

Then he hurried back to his family and dug up a rare spiritual plant to exchange.

However, he seemed to be a step too late.

"No more, it's sold out."

Zhang He waved his hand and was about to leave with Mei Yingxue. The two of them had a date for dinner. He had no worries about selling the thousand-year-old white jade ginseng, a healing elixir.

"Fellow Taoist! Look for it again. Maybe there are one or two accidentally dropped in the corner of the storage bag. I would like to use this item for trade."

Thousand-year-old white jade ginseng is not a weed, so how could it have fallen down?

However, when the skinny monk took something out of the storage bag, Zhang He felt that what the skinny monk said made sense.

Maybe there is a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng that has been missed in some inconspicuous corner.

The skinny monk held a bunch of twisted wooden vines in his hand, with a sealing talisman attached to it.

"Is this the bloodthirsty vine?"

Zhang He had seen descriptions of bloodthirsty vines in classics, but he had never seen the real thing.

"You Taoist friends have good eyesight. This is a bloodthirsty vine that has been passed down in my family for more than a thousand years. The thousand-year-old white jade ginseng used in exchange for your Taoist friends should not cause you to suffer a loss."

"Fellow Taoist, please allow me to search again. Maybe there is another plant missing in the storage bag."

Zhang He, who originally planned to close the stall and leave, put his hand into the storage bag and pretended to search for it, and then actually took out a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng.

"Fellow Taoist is really a god. I didn't expect that such a big white jade ginseng was left out of my storage bag."

Mei Yingxue stood by and watched coldly as the two men finally completed the deal under hypocritical and clumsy performances.

What my aunt said is absolutely right. The most untrustworthy thing in the world is a man's mouth. Don't take it too seriously.

"Come on, let's go eat."

Having just traded another rare spiritual object, Zhang He was in a good mood and took Mei Yingxue's hand and walked out.

The bloodthirsty vine was thrown into the space by him, and the little skeleton had already picked up the hoe and was about to plant it.

This spiritual plant has no pharmacological effects and is a very rare wood-based weapon refining material.

The bloodthirsty vine is covered with spikes and hovers in the dense forest. Once a living creature strays into its territory, it will launch an active entanglement attack and entangle the prey.

The sharp thorns on the vines pierce the intruder's body and inject paralyzing toxins into it. This toxin does not kill, but makes the prey weak and loses the ability to struggle and escape.

The spikes then slowly suck the prey's blood.

Once entangled by the bloodthirsty vine, it will be a nightmare-like death. You will lose any resistance and can only watch your blood being slowly sucked dry.

Based on a person's size, it will take several days to completely die. During this period, one will experience various negative emotions such as pain, despair, and helplessness.

The bloodthirsty vine looks ugly, but its flowers are beautiful and beautiful, and its floral fragrance can spread far away.

It attracted countless ignorant monsters or people to come all the way to feed the bloodthirsty vine.

The pollen of the bloodthirsty vine is a fine spice favored by many female cultivators, and is always in short supply.

At today's market price, one penny of bloodthirsty vine pollen can be sold for 1,000 spiritual stones, and it may not even be available.

When Zhang He and Mei Yingxue walked to Zuixian Tower, the little skeleton had already planted the bloodthirsty vine in the space.

The moment the little skeleton tore off the sealing talisman, the bloodthirsty vine immediately came to life, and the vines swept towards the little skeleton like a long snake.

Its speed and tricky angle caught the battle-hardened little skeleton, and a vine entangled its ribs.

The spikes on the vines immediately pierced the little skeleton's ribs.

It's just that the little skeleton has no flesh, only a hard bone frame, which cannot be penetrated, cannot release toxins, and cannot absorb blood.

Without the help of poison, the vine wrapped around the ribs did not pose any danger to the little skeleton.

The little skeleton pulled hard and tore off the vine and its ribs.

Then he continued to act like a normal person, carrying a bucket and pouring a bucket of spiritual spring water on the Bloodthirsty Vine.

When he left the range of the bloodthirsty vine, the torn off rib flew back to the little skeleton with a "swish".

Due to the skull structure, the bones are unstable and fall off easily. Sometimes when you shake your head, it will fly out due to excessive force, and you have to go all the way to pick it up and put it back on, which is very troublesome.

It can only be said that every family has a scripture that is difficult to recite.

The little skeleton gave full play to his subjective initiative and refined every bone in his body. Each bone was equivalent to a magic weapon and could fly out to attack the enemy at will.

After watering the bloodthirsty vine, the little skeleton went to work in the spiritual field with a hoe.

While the little skeleton was working tirelessly to farm, Zhang He and Mei Yingxue sat down at the window seats in Zuixian Building and ordered a large table of delicious food.

The spiritual food dishes made by Zuixianlou are indeed well-deserved. Each dish is carefully selected with spiritual ingredients and cooked by professional spiritual chefs.

It’s just that the price is a bit expensive. A random dish costs dozens of spirit stones. The table they ordered is worth thousands of spirit stones, which is not something ordinary monks can afford. Ordinary people can even taste it. I don’t even have the qualifications for my tone.

Just the assorted platter on the table is composed of eight kinds of rare spiritual fruits and is worth 600 spiritual stones.

For an ordinary small foundation-building family, this one dish can make them poor, or even bankrupt their entire family.

Zhang He is thinking that when the space becomes larger in the future, he can also add more fruit and vegetable trees to eat himself. Currently, there are only spiritual peaches, and occasionally one or two watermelon plants.

"Try this little sweet fish. It's their specialty. You can't find this fish anywhere else."

Mei Yingxue was quite familiar with the dishes in this restaurant and enthusiastically introduced every dish on the table to Zhang He.

Zhang He sighed in his heart, as a second-generation immortal, Mei Yingxue's life was much better than that of ordinary monks.

I picked up a three-inch long golden fish and threw it into my mouth. I chewed it twice. The fish was crispy, salty, spicy, and the three flavors were perfectly blended together. It was indeed much more delicious than the chefs in Ningjing County.

Next, he tasted several other dishes, and they were all delicious and worthy of the thousands of spiritual stones he spent.

"Their wine is not as good as the Baihualing wine you make."

Mei Yingxue helped Zhang He pour a small glass of spiritual wine, and Zhang He took a sip. It was indeed much worse than his wine.

In fact, there was a lot of spiritual wine in his space. Mei Yingxue preferred flower wine, but he didn't take out the rest.

His self-brewed spiritual wine uses high-quality spiritual materials and is aged in the space for a long time to absorb the rich spiritual energy in the space. It is naturally very different from ordinary spiritual wine.

"In addition to Baihua Nong, I also have a kind of Lingpeach wine. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay, of course I have to try it."

Zhang He took out a small wine jar and poured a glass for each of them.

He had placed this jar of peach wine in the space for decades to mature. Occasionally, he would pour it with spiritual spring water. Now when it was poured out, the aroma filled the room and spread to every corner of the restaurant.

Many diners in the restaurant were immediately attracted by the aroma of wine. They kept twitching their noses and greedily inhaling the aroma of wine in the air.

"Shopkeeper, you have good wine hidden here but you are reluctant to sell it to me for drinking. Are you afraid that I can't afford the spirit stone?"

A strong man roared, followed by similar sounds throughout the restaurant, with shouts and curses coming one after another.

The monks who can come here to spend money are all the best among the nobles. The store has good wine to sell to others, but does not sell it to themselves. This is simply an insult to them.

This made the shopkeeper scratch his head and head anxiously, and quickly asked the shopkeeper to find the source of the aroma of the wine.

After a while, the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou walked up to Zhang He and bowed with a smile on his face.

"This fellow Taoist! The shopkeeper of Zuixian Tower will not pay any compensation, but I have an unkind request. Can you resell some of your spiritual wine to me?"

Shopkeeper Bao was really driven into a hurry by his customers, so he had to take this step.

Zhang He only pondered for a moment before he already had the answer.

"Yes, you can, but I don't have much spiritual wine, and brewing it is also difficult."

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I will never lose you in terms of price."

Shopkeeper Bao was also very smart and made a promise immediately.

"What do you think the value of a small altar like mine is?"

Zhang He pushed the remaining wine jar in front of shopkeeper Bao.

"Can I give you a review?"

"Please!"

Shopkeeper Bao brought a small wine glass, poured half a glass of wine into it, put it in front of his nose and gently smelled the aroma of the wine, and then drank a small sip of the spirit wine into his mouth.

To enter the mouth of the spirit wine, first push it up with your tongue, and a mouthful of spirit wine spreads throughout the mouth. Several different flavors are presented at different locations in the mouth at the same time, giving you a unique taste.

"Good wine! Really good wine!"

Shopkeeper Bao couldn't help but praise.

"I wonder how much spiritual wine you still have?"

"It's not easy to brew this wine. I only brewed a small part for my own drinking. I can only sell you five jars every month."

There is also a lot of spiritual wine in the Zhanghe space, especially the spiritual wine brewed from spiritual sweet potatoes. There is a lot of it.

But things are rare and expensive, so shopkeeper Bao is still taking the initiative to buy from him, so that it is easier for him to raise the price.

Moreover, he promised to make 5 jars per month, thus establishing a long-term business. If there are any good things in the future, he can also sell them to Zuixian Lou.

"For such a small altar, how about I give you 8,000 spiritual stones?"

This kind of small wine jar can hold five kilograms of spiritual wine. Zhang He originally thought that it would be good to sell it for 5,000 spiritual stones, but he didn't expect that the other party's price was 8,000.

When making an offer, most people leave room for themselves in order to increase their bargaining chips during negotiations.

Zhang He guessed that Shopkeeper Bao’s psychological price should be 10,000 spirit stones.

If he is a little bit higher than the other party's psychological price, the other party will generally accept it after hesitation.

"Twelve thousand spiritual stones per jar, if it doesn't work, forget it."

Zhang He directly added 2,000 spirit stones to the guessed psychological price.

Sure enough, shopkeeper Bao was hesitant. He wanted to refuse, but the customers below were pressing him hard.

In fact, it was only a little more than the price he expected. If he resold it, he would still have room for profit.

"12,000 is fine, but I need 10 jars a month."

"make a deal!"