Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 70 - 68. Spending money can also make you stronger

Chapter 70: 68. Spending money can also make you stronger

Chapter 70: 68. Spending money can also make you stronger

Hanping Prefecture, West Market, Thousand Treasures Pavilion, Gambling Arms Shop.

Song Cheng raised his hand to touch each of the weapons, watching the fluctuations of data.

After touching them all, he chose one.

Covered in rust, long and narrow, it was hard to tell what kind of weapon it was.

But Song Cheng knew it was a knife.

Because only a knife would increase his power limit.

He picked it up and asked, “Boss, how much?”

The shopkeeper, a despondent middle-aged man, glanced at it and said, “Three hundred tael per piece, no bargaining.”

Ling glanced at the trash-like rusty iron, thinking that even if it were given to her for free, she wouldn’t want it. So, she used her charm to help bargain for her brother-in-law, coyly saying, “Oh, senior, three hundred tael is too expensive, can’t it be a little cheaper?”

The shopkeeper responded, “Oh? You want to pay another price?”

He gave Ling a once-over and said, “Then two hundred tael, plus you serve me for five nights.”

Ling was left speechless, unsure of how to respond.

Song Cheng took a glance at the shopkeeper, a hidden expert of the “Form” realm, joking with the young girl? Or just this kind of character?

He didn’t care, just said, “Pay him.”

Ling reluctantly pulled out her small pouch, took out the silver notes, counted three bills of a hundred each repeatedly before handing them over. Then she looked angrily at her spendthrift brother-in-law, speaking slowly and deliberately, “Three. Hundred. Tael.”

Song Cheng grabbed the Embroidery Blade, giving his Fine Blade to Ling.

He glanced at the data.

Good heavens, with the Fine Blade, the data was “119~238.”

Holding the rusted blade, the data was “121~242.”

Without sharpening, the values in hand had already surpassed his Fine Blade; if sharpened, they would improve further.

It seemed there was no need for martial arts practice, just updating the equipment in the prefectural city would bring the data close to the city’s combat power ceiling…

This knife was worth it.

The two walked around the first floor a bit more.

Besides pills and weapons, there were some herbs and strangely colored demon beasts’ meat, without labels, seemingly selling well. Ling wanted to ask the owner what they were, but he ignored them, seemingly identifying them as country bumpkins with a glance, too lazy to respond. Even after Ling angrily pulled out the silver notes and waved them around, the shopkeeper didn’t respond, only saying, “I’m in the long-term business here, buy if you want, don’t if you don’t. Eating this stuff needs to be done wisely, I’m too lazy to tell you, don’t come looking for me if you die from eating it.” Afterward, he ignored them again.

This left Ling’s face alternating between green and white.

So, the two decided to go to the second floor.

However, to go to the second floor, they needed to pay an entrance fee…

The fare was forty tael per person, eighty for both.

Ling, cheeks puffed, said angrily, “Brother-in-law, maybe we shouldn’t go upstairs?”

She felt this place was particularly deceitful; money seemed to flow away lightly, just for buying a seemingly worthless rusted knife.

Emotionally, Song Cheng also felt the expense was outrageous;

but rationally, he understood that if he wanted to purchase resources “beyond his class,” just spending an extra eighty tael in entrance fees was actually fair.

After walking around the first floor of the Thousand Treasures Pavilion, he at least learned that there was definitely a “shortcut to mastery” in this world. It was just small forces like the An Family that had their martial artists rely slowly on eating meat for cultivation; even exceptional ones like Ding Kui were twenty-five or twenty-six and not yet vigorous.

Additionally, the pills in this world must be abundant; not to mention anything else, the colorful herbs must be the raw materials for many unique pills.

“Give it to him.”

Song Cheng said.

Ling took out eighty tael to pay.

Then the two ascended the stairs.

If the first floor of the Thousand Treasures Pavilion gave off a pervasive medicinal heat, the second floor felt rather cold.

With two flights of stairs as the boundary, the temperature difference was about ten degrees.

No one paid attention to them as they went upstairs.

Fortunately, this floor sold only bottled pills.

The pills couldn’t be seen from the outside, so there were small, extremely simple descriptions on some labels.

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Ling read them one by one.

“Little Illusion Breaking Pill, breaks illusions?”

“Soul-Calming Pill, resistant to illusions?”

“Healing Soul Pill, repairs divine soul damage?”

“Soul Nourishing Pill, increases divine soul strength?”

Ling: ???

The more she read, the more shocked she became.

What on earth was all this, feeling like she suddenly stumbled into an entirely unfamiliar world?

Divine soul? Illusions?

Did the world she lived in have these things too?

A glance at the distance showed people lurking in the shadows like creatures in a dark mist, making her feel fearful…

While in Song Cheng’s view, these clerks were also interesting.

The numbers downstairs were in the Force Realm, some even in the Form Realm, but on this floor, they were almost all in the Power Realm, or even below.

Normally, logically, the second floor should be stronger, but in this Thousand Treasures Pavilion, it seemed reversed.

He looked over them carefully, suddenly arriving at a man with a “favorability of 70” and asked, “Excuse me, how effective is the Soul Nourishing Pill?”

The skinny, sullen man raised his eyes after hearing and said, “Never nourished before?”

Song Cheng honestly said, “No.”

The man said, “First time use, very effective, but you martial artists don’t actually need it, using it would be a waste.

Your strength isn’t weak, with yang fire-like blood in your body; how can it harbor a cold as ice Yin Soul?”

After speaking, he didn’t say more, closing his eyes as he leaned back.

Evidently, a “favorability of 70” only allowed him to say this much, with others, he probably would be indifferent.

From Ling, Song Cheng learned the “Soul Nourishing Pill’s price”—eight hundred tael per bottle.

It felt somewhat absurdly expensive.

“Ling, buy one bottle.” Song Cheng said, as he hadn’t nourished his divine soul before.

Ling carefully counted out eight silver notes, starting to count earnestly…

Song Cheng asked again, “Are there other pills to enhance divine soul strength?”

The thin man opened his eyes and smiled, “You’re amusing, do you really think you could use them?”

But after saying this, he shook his head as if dismissing his own words, then said, “If you’re willing to waste money, I’m happy too.”

After that, the man took out a green jade porcelain bottle from a small box under the counter. As soon as the bottle was taken out, the surrounding air became colder, thin cold air pervading, giving Song Cheng a sense of having just taken something out of a “freezer.”

“Soul Strengthening Pill, eight thousand tael a bottle, do you want it?”

Ling: …

Song Cheng: “How many pills per bottle?”

The thin man said, “10 pills, don’t think about buying them separately, 10 pills for a cycle, one pill a day, taken outdoors at midnight, even better if there’s moonlight, both more and less aren’t good.

Soul-type pills, those nourishing the soul only work properly once, the effect diminishes each time.

Ordinary people and those beginning soul techniques find the most benefit from the Soul Strengthening Pill when taken for the first time.

But for that, you need to endure it; otherwise, buying the Soul Nourishing Pill is steadier.

But the initial enhancement is the greatest; after, even if you take it again, the combined effect may not even match the first.”

Song Cheng said, “May I smell it?”

The slim man said, “Ten tael a sniff.”

Ling: …

The Little Tea Girl’s heart was crumbling, as was her understanding of prices.

Ten tael for a sniff? What a joke!

“Ling, pay up.”

Hearing her brother-in-law’s command, Ling took out the silver from her pouch and handed it over.

The thin man held the bottle, gesturing for Song Cheng to come closer.

The man pulled the stopper, waved his hand, and quickly plugged it back.

A whiff of icy coldness surged towards Song Cheng, entering through his nostrils, permeating his soul, reaching his mind, to the purple palace, bringing an intense sense of divine soul’s extreme comfort.

Before smelling this scent, Song Cheng felt everything was normal.

But after smelling it, his soul suddenly felt hungry, wanting to consume, to grow larger.

Song Cheng understood this was indeed beneficial to him.

“I’ll take it, but I didn’t bring enough money.”

The slim man showed a look of surprise, then calmed down and said, “Alright, which family are you from? I’ll have someone accompany you to get it.”

Song Cheng did not hide anything. After all, anyone with some influence in this prefectural city could easily find out who he was. After all, a blind man carrying a shield and wielding a knife was… one of a kind.

“Ruyi Commerce Chamber, Song Cheng,” he said directly.

The thin man nodded, his favorability raised from 70 to 80, saying, “Thousand Treasures Pavilion, Hua Wen.”

Then added, “Don’t worry, prices are by the book, no overcharging.”

…

Soon after, Song Cheng first had Ling pay four thousand tael, then took that bottle of the “Soul Strengthening Pill,” and afterward brought a staff member from Thousand Treasures Pavilion to the An Family, where they hurriedly fetched four thousand tael of silver from the warehouse.

Ling was completely numb by now.

Brother-in-law had spent over ten thousand tael of silver on purchases today, hadn’t he…

Ahhhhh!

However, when An Chenyu met Song Cheng, she only asked, “Want to buy a couple more bottles?”

Song Cheng shook his head, “Let’s try it first.”

An Chenyu said, “What’s mine is yours.”

After speaking, she smiled brightly.

Song Cheng laughed, “I belong to you.”

An Chenyu’s heart skipped a few beats, then didn’t know how to respond, turning and leaving in a hurry… if it had been Madam Tong, she surely would have retorted, but Miss An’s inner world clearly hadn’t endured the “cheesy sweet-talk” before, being truly caught off guard.

After the young lady left, the inner courtyard was empty with only Song Cheng remaining.

He took out the Soul Strengthening Pill and looked up at the sky.

Silvery threads drifted down from the vast incandescent orb in the sky.

He wasn’t waiting for this.

He was waiting for midnight, for that dark orb.

The moon.

Or, it might be called—Taiyin.