Chapter 813: So Many Spirit Medicines
Feng Feiyun didn’t waste time and took out eighteen burlap bags. They piled up in the middle of the chamber.
The two were taken off guard, could all of these bags contain spirit grass?
He opened one bag and a bright radiance rushed out along with medicinal fragrances. More than five thousand pills rolled out, many of which were first rank and second rank. Some third-ranked pills were mixed in there too.
It’s all a mess.
Spirit pills were very rare. Just the first rank was enough to make God Base cultivators fight each other. Having one pill could mean the difference between life and death.
A second rank one would interest Heaven’s Mandate cultivators.
Even Giants would go buy the rare third-ranked pills.
The fourth rank could be seen as a treasure. A sect might not have more than a few pills.
In a sense, a first-ranked pill was comparable to one spirit stone. A second rank was comparable to ten. A third was comparable to one hundred.
Of course, this multiplier could change depending on the purity and usage of the pills.
“All spirit pills?” The clan master licked his lips and looked around at the pearl-like pills. He hurriedly calculated their value in his head.
“What a prodigal son, using these bags to carry so many pills, haha.” Chuanfeng has seen plenty of things in his life but nothing like this.
Feng Feiyun didn’t know what to do either since the culprit was Bi Ningshuai. He stole them from the Grand Tutor’s mansion and gave it all to Feiyun, not wanting to be caught.
He rarely used these pills and simply stored them. The low-ranking ones weren’t useful to him.
The clan master finished counting and said: “4,643 first rank, 732 second rank, 43 third rank. Estimate worth around 16,000 spirit stones.”
“That’s it?” Feiyun didn’t like it.
“It’s already a large amount, many clans don’t have this much after a thousand years of accumulation. In reality, your pills are very pure, definitely from a top master. Hmm, I’ll give you another 2,000 for a total of 18,000.”
“Fine, 18,000. There are seventeen more bags, we’ll do the same exchange.” Feiyun pointed at the pile.
The clan master turned pale. Those all contain spirit pills? Since when are they so common like beans?!
Long Chuanfeng was ecstatic because they were needing spirit pills the most.
Ordinary soldiers only used regular medicines and ointments. However, high-level cultivators required spirit pills in order to replenish their energy.
This was a pleasant surprise. The emperor would be ecstatic to see this.
Finally, the bags were traded for 320,000 spirit stones. Only the Yin Gou could do something like this.
“Take out whatever else you have.” Chuangfeng felt quite good for having a capable disciple.
He and the clan master became astounded in the next second as Feiyun took out numerous pouches of spirit medicines.
The thick spirit energy nearly took liquid form. Just one inhale could make someone feel like their cultivation was increasing.
These medicines and herbs were gathered by Feiyun and Xuejian in the old shrines during their training session.
They only took the mature ones. If they had taken everything, he would have ten times the number right now.
1,000-year, 2,000-year, 3,000-year… a few 8,000 and 9,000-year herbs and grass too.
They were tied up into bundles. Each bundle consisted of one hundred individual roots.
“5,000-year violet ginseng, five bundles, one hundred each…”
“8,000-year white moonflower, one bundle…”
Feiyun sold some “beans” earlier. Now it was time for “cabbages”.
The clan master’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. Since when were these things so common?
He didn’t know that Feiyun would have just left them all a mess if it wasn’t for Nalan Xuejian tying them up in this amusing manner.
There were a total of 400 bundles or 40,000 spirit medicines. The majority were high ranks that couldn’t be bought with money.
For example, a 9,000-year fire dragon grass that could be refined into soup. Just one drop from it would have a similar effect to a first-rank spirit pill.
Thus, this single root was as valuable as 10,000 spirit stones. Feiyun took out an entire bundle of it and tossed it on the ground.
The value of this bundle certainly exceeded 1,000,000 spirit stones.
Long Chuanfeng’s eyes nearly left their sockets. He no longer cared about appearance and jumped towards this bundle, afraid that someone else might take it.
For real, a 9000-year spirit grass in Jin? Anyone would go crazy for it.
Thus, these spirit medicines were actually worth more than their market value. Just one-tenth was worth more than 1,500,000 spirit stones.
He knew their value and didn’t want to take them out at the start. The reason why he chose to do so, in the end, was to pay Long Chuanfeng back.
One particular phrase was apt for this situation - the kindness of one cup repaid with an entire spring.
In the end, Feiyun got 2,000,000 spirit stones from the Yin Gou. This exceeded his expectation. The Yin Gou was indeed worthy of their reputation.
Chuanfeng’s eyes were a little red. He knew why Feiyun did this. These medicines would really help the dynasty.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you and the empress, but I’ll still thank you on behalf of Jin.” Chuanfeng said.
Feiyun felt much better after obtaining enough stones for the Evil Woman. He said goodbye to the two seniors and left.
He didn’t finish getting down the steps before hearing some curses aimed at him.
“Bastard! Feng Feiyun! Asshole! Feng Feiyun!”
He frowned and shot out a golden ray from his finger straight towards the thicket.
“Ahh, help me! He’s trying to murder me!” Something bellowed behind the trees.
A tiny bird on fire flew out, only the size of a fist. It looked like a phoenix except with the head of a parrot. It had a wily pair of eyes.
Feiyun recognized this bird. It flew out from a painting found deeper in the Yin Gou.
The first time he saw it, he thought it was a lamp inside the Jin River Goddess’ shrine.
It followed Feiyun and Dongfang Jingyue out of the painting into the real world. Its name was “Yun Ge”.
“Asshole! Bastard!” It continued spewing profanity while flapping its wings.
“Yun Ge, who taught you these words?” Feiyun became interested, standing on the steps with his hands crossed in front of his chest.
“Yun Ge, who taught you these words?” It mimicked him.
“Looks like I have to teach you a lesson.” His eyes narrowed.
“Looks like I have to teach you a lesson.” The parrot stopped flying and copied his pose too - both wings forward and arching its chest, trying to act cool.
“Whoosh!” Feiyun disappeared from sight but couldn’t capture the bird. It was extremely vigilant and fast.
Feiyun laughed and used his Swift Samsara.
“Ah! There’s a murderer on the loose!” The bird fled while screaming.
Feiyun eventually caught up but saw someone - a girl in white holding a red pipa.
She sat peacefully beneath a cassia tree. Flowers scattered around her; some landed on her hair.
She raised her delicate fingers - thin and white like jade. Yun Ge landed on them and said something while shooting dirty glares at Feiyun, clearly talking behind his back.
Dongfang Jingyue had a white veil on; her eyes as bright as the stars and as clear as water. Just a slight movement of her eyelashes was gorgeous beyond words.
Feiyun stood in the distance and stared at her, completely immersed.