Chapter 3627 — Buying Medicinal Herbs
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Meng Jueming smirked with equal mockery. "That, my friend, is what we call 'profound cultivation'—understand? No matter how gloomy you are, you must still put on a calm and smiling face. Otherwise how could he live up to the title of the newcomer who puts on airs?"
The newcomers nearby burst into a chorus of laughter. Wei Zhao had been a thorn in everyone's side from day one, universally acknowledged as standing above the rest of them ordinary newcomers. To be treated to the sight of him taking such a tumble—well, the mood could only be described in one word: sweet!
Serves you right for putting on airs. You had it coming!
Never mind how merry this lot was—Wei Zhao, for his part, hadn't taken them to heart at all. As for that so-called gloom, it was purely for show, no different in nature from putting on a performance for a bunch of monkeys!
After all, Meng Jueming, that peerless philanthropist, had generously handed him a full fifty spirit jades across two occasions. He was too busy being overjoyed to feel gloomy!
His request for leave from Meng Jueming was naturally not out of any wish to steal a day of idleness, but to seize the chance to make a trip to the market. His spirit jades were now more than sufficient, so he might as well buy up the five medicinal herbs needed for refining the Heavenly Dao Golden Core first, lest too much time pass and those five herbs be bought out and go out of stock—that would be awkward indeed.
True, those five herbs appeared to be in plentiful supply, but one must guard against the worst, however unlikely!
Early the next morning, Wei Zhao donned the Thousand Silk Mask and headed straight for the market.
Thanks to Meng Jueming's contributions, coupled with the spirit jades he had secretly pocketed from mining these past days, Wei Zhao had now amassed a little under sixty spirit jades. Such wealth might not be called lavish, but among newcomers it absolutely made him a grand and prosperous lord.
And in a place like the market, a bulging purse naturally lent one more confidence. Having spent eight spirit jades to smoothly acquire the five herbs he had previously had his eye on, Wei Zhao did not immediately turn back, but prepared to wander about the market at leisure.
He was off for the day anyway, with time to spare, so there was no hurry to return.
On his last visit he had also strolled around a couple of times, but with only a few spirit jades to his name, he had merely glanced at many things from afar and had not asked many questions.
This time was different. With fifty-odd spirit jades in hand, he could afford to buy quite a lot.
Strolling at an unhurried pace through the outer street and the middle street, he saw plenty of novel curiosities, but few things truly caught his eye. In a cultivators' market like this, everything, broadly speaking, fell into one of two categories: goods to aid cultivation, or goods to aid combat.
For Wei Zhao, he had the jade pendant space and could refine his own pills, so virtually nothing in the market meant to aid cultivation could catch his fancy. Scanning the entire outer and middle streets, even the most valuable and effective cultivation aids fell far short of the effects of his own jade pendant space, so there was naturally no need to buy any.
As for combat aids, with a formidable martial art like the Mad Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, Wei Zhao's strength was enough to crush opponents of his own level in an instant, and if need be he could even challenge beyond his tier. His need for such items was naturally not great either. (To be continued...)