CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: FELLOW DAOIST, PLEASE STAY

"Give me two jin of each of these."

Shen Wang pointed at five kinds of fruits, including pomelos, peaches, and grapes, totaling two Spirit Stones.

It didn’t seem like much, but if converted to ordinary gold and silver, it would cost as much as two hundred taels of gold, something even an average landlord couldn’t afford.

Of course, different realms cannot be compared directly.

Shen Wang’s gaze fell inside the pharmacy: "I’ll buy some Treasure Fruits."

"Alright, dear customer, come in and have a look."

The servant became even more enthusiastic, leading Shen Wang inside. The fruits here were displayed delicately, unlike the heaps outside.

These fruits looked extraordinary, with smooth surfaces that seemed to glow, all were Treasure Fruits of a certain grade, meant for cultivators.

Treasure, Magic, Spirit, Divine are not only used to distinguish the levels of talismans and magical artifacts but also apply to herbs and spirit fruits.

Most Treasure Fruits are richly nutritious and contain a trace of Spiritual Qi, not only to satisfy cravings but also beneficial for cultivation.

Shen Wang’s eyes settled on a fist-sized nectarine, its surface red and enticing.

"Dear customer, this starfruit comes from a century-old treasure tree imbued with spiritual nature. You know, ordinary peach trees usually bear fruit for about ten years. A tree that bears fruit for a hundred years is refining material itself, so the fruit it produces is naturally extraordinary."

The servant introduced it with great familiarity.

"How much for one?"

Shen Wang thought this would be perfect for Jia’Er, effectively replenishing her strength.

"Two Spirit Stones each, and I assure you, it’s more effective than using Spirit Stones for cultivation," the servant guaranteed.

"I’ll take three."

Shen Wang bought the peaches and proceeded to the Elixir Medicine Area, where he was attended to by an old man with a white beard.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Qi Songlin, the shopkeeper of this Thousand Gold Medicine Tower. What kind of elixirs do you require?"

Qi Songlin smiled warmly, seemingly recognizing Shen Wang as not an ordinary Qi Cultivation cultivator.

"My wife is pregnant, and I’m looking for medicines to stabilize and nourish the spirit,"

Shen Wang expressed his needs.

Qi Songlin smiled kindly: "May I ask, what is the lady’s cultivator level?"

"An ordinary early-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator,"

Shen Wang replied, noting that the early-stage of Qi Cultivation and Postnatal cultivators are pretty much the same, just sounding better.

Qi Songlin laughed: "I recommend Qi Replenishing Pills and Calming Soup to ensure the child is born healthy."

"Alright, prepare it as you suggest."

Shen Wang spent a few Spirit Stones to purchase suitable elixirs and soups for Jia’Er, then used the remaining Spirit Stones to buy Qi Condensing Pills for himself.

His Dantian was beginning to expand, and without elixirs to assist, his cultivation speed would slow down, necessitating external support as much as possible.

After spending all his Spirit Stones, Shen Wang went off to sell talismans.

This place was indeed grand; he took out hundreds of talismans without causing much surprise, smoothly exchanging them for Spirit Stones and new talisman materials at the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.

After making another round, he didn’t see the Celestial Commerce Association. He figured they wouldn’t open here since Celestial Travel Sect and Lingxi Sect weren’t on good terms; setting up a stall right at their doorstep would be too presumptuous.

He didn’t purchase any Arrays or Flying Swords this time. After selling talismans and obtaining talisman materials, Shen Wang found himself with over eight hundred Spirit Stones, feeling genuinely affluent this time.

He bought another batch of materials, and then visited the Spirit Rice Shop to buy ten dou of rice. With too many items, he had to spend two hundred Spirit Stones to buy a Middle-Grade Storage Pouch.

Storage Pouches are special magical artifacts with independent space inside, allowing storage of objects larger than their external size.

Low-Grade Storage Pouches generally cost twenty to thirty Spirit Stones, with a space of only one cubic foot, while Middle-Grade Storage Pouches offer three cubic feet, at least ten times larger.

Shen Wang moved most of the items inside, intending to give the original Storage Pouch to Jia’Er or Paper Kite.

After buying all the supplies, it was already noon. Shen Wang went to the restaurant and spent three Spirit Stones for a luxurious cultivator-level meal, fully rejuvenating before leaving.

Leaving the Mist Area, Shen Wang walked along the riverbank, looking at the mirror-like river surface with a satisfied smile.

Honestly, he wasn’t too fond of fighting and confrontation; he enjoyed a peaceful life like this, especially the feeling of earning resources on his own to support his family, which brought a great sense of accomplishment.

"Fuluwa, Fuluwa, one vine with seven flowers..."

In a good mood, Shen Wang hummed a recently understood song, gradually quickening his pace.

He planned to make a stop at Baixi City on the way back to brew medicine for Jia’Er and check the quality of the Calming Soup from Thousand Gold Medicine Tower.

Even though the child he and Jia’Er would have just a small chance of possessing a Spirit Root, he wouldn’t neglect his own wife and child.

"Without a Spirit Root, he can only take the path of Martial Dao. I must achieve something in Martial Dao, or how can I teach the child in the future?"

Realizing he had more things to do, Shen Wang felt his future responsibilities expanding.

As Shen Wang sang and pondered about his dual cultivation path, a voice sounded from behind: "Fellow Daoist, please wait."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wang instinctively paused but felt something was off instantly—he didn’t know anyone here; he was just a passerby, who would be looking for him?

The ground beneath him suddenly turned soft, prompting Shen Wang to narrow his eyes and leap away, avoiding a pit formed by caving mud at his original position.

If he had still been there, his legs would have sunk along with the ground.

Shen Wang’s gaze sharpened as he sensed Spiritual Power fluctuations on the sunken ground, realizing it wasn’t a natural occurrence but a magical trap set to catch him.

Recognizing their intent, his ears twitched, detecting a whooshing sound, making him sidestep swiftly to avoid a gleam of light.

Simultaneously, a thorn sprang from the ground like a venomous snake, aiming to entangle Shen Wang’s leg, but missed as well.

Shen Wang’s face darkened, and he instantly pulled out a golden talisman, sticking it to himself, as a circle of golden light enveloped him. His eyes flickered towards the cold light streak behind him.

It was a segment of a white short blade, thin as a cicada’s wing, a magical artifact akin to a Flying Sword.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures appeared around him, two tall and one short. One moved agilely, blocking Shen Wang’s path, and with a wave, recalled the short blade to his hand.

This man was as thin as a bamboo pole, around forty years old, with short facial hair and protruding teeth, his cheekbones prominent, wearing a felt hat and blue cloth. His dry fingers gripped the short blade, a sneer on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist, you’re quick. With Earth Sinking Technique, Thorny Binding Technique, and my Cicada Blade all at play, we still failed to capture you."

Shen Wang didn’t respond; these people had surrounded him with an obvious goal. Talking was merely giving them time to collaborate.

Without a word, he suddenly flung out a handful of talismans.

Nine talismans flew out, accurately targeting the three of them, each receiving three, forming a triangular blockade on their escape paths.

This was utilizing a hidden weapon technique, known as Separation of the Swallow and the Crow, effectively employed with multiple talismans.

The dozen Fireball Talismans illuminated and quickly combusted into fireballs, startling the three, who hadn’t expected their prey to scatter talismans right away.