"Young man, this is a special order from the Divine Medicine Sect of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. If you have good medicine, you can go to the Kingdom of Eastern Zhou with the token. The price is easy to talk about. As long as you have the elixir and the spiritual stone, you can do whatever you want."

Ning Xiaofan's hand flashed with inspiration, and a storage space appeared, "Old man, do you think these elixirs are up to par?"

As long as you don't leave the stall, there is a prohibition protection, and as long as the stall owner doesn't give permission, no one can take away the things.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the law of the jungle is always the strongest, and good things are put on top. If there are no restrictions, the masters can do whatever they want.

"Hey, there are more than a hundred elixirs and dozens of old ginsengs. Not bad. Wait, let me do the math!"

The old man closed his eyes and calculated, "Young man, I will also give you a lot, a total of one hundred and thirty elixirs, each one will cost you 200 low-grade spiritual stones, how about it?"

"It's up to you."

"Okay, 26,000 spiritual stones."

Ning Xiaofan's head buzzed when he heard the 26,000 spirit stones, and he almost fell down. He was new to cultivating immortals, and he had never heard that a cultivator could have so many spirit stones. Even the elders of Burning Sky Valley might not be able to produce tens of thousands.

A piece of spiritual stone, this time the magical weapon of the disciple of Lingzhi Garden is found.

If you want to develop well, you have to have your own sphere of influence. Now the hundred or so people in Lingzhi Garden are your own strength. Find ways to make these people stronger as soon as possible.

Although they are all disciples of handymen, Ning Xiaofan wants to use his own strength to train these people into masters, even if they are masters in handymen, just try their best.

I saw a flash of inspiration in the old man's hand, and a storage space flew into Ning Xiaofan's hand. As soon as his spiritual consciousness came in, 260 middle-grade spiritual stones were equivalent to 26,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

The middle-grade spiritual stone shines with dazzling spiritual light, and it feels comfortable to look at. The middle-grade spiritual stone is good, not bad.

"Young man, the token in your hand can be used in drug stores marked with the word Zhou. There are large Zhou drug stores all over the Suzaku Continent. There are specialized people there who purchase medicinal materials. Holding the token will give you some convenience."

"Boy, thank the old man."

Ning Xiaofan took a look at the token. On the front of the bronze sign was the God of Medicine of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, with the word "Shang" written on the back. This meant that it was a commercial token issued by the Medicine God Sect and was not allowed to be used by him.

"Well, remember, my name is Dan He. Maybe we will see you again one day, haha."

The old man put away the herb storage space and turned away. Ning Xiaofan looked at the mid-level storage space in his hand. This old man was so rich that his money bag was worth a hundred spiritual stones.

He poured out the extra medium-grade storage space and threw it to Fang Yichen, "Xiaochen, this is for you."

"Awesome, mid-grade storage space, this person is really wealthy!"

God is not fair. He has more than 20,000 spiritual stones and doesn't even blink an eye.

I have never heard of anyone having so many spirit stones, not even the elders of Fentian Valley have so many spirit stones.

Alas! Comparing people with each other makes people angry.

"Xiao Fan, we have spiritual stones. We have two thousand spiritual stones. Let's go to the auction house!"

"Silly Xiaochen, what we have is not two thousand spirit stones. What do you think this is?"

Fang Xiaochen took the thing and his eyes lit up, "260 spiritual stones?"

Ning Xiaofan noticed that Fang Yichen's hands were trembling and his face turned red, "Xiaofan, big brother! Are you a middle-grade... spirit... stone? We've made it!"

Fang Yichen was halfway through shouting and covered his hands with his hands. In the eyes of others, these two people had obtained more than 2,000 spiritual stones and were in a state of excitement and lust.

"Yes! Now that I have money, I can go to the auction house this time."

"One hundred times 260 yuan, my God, it's equivalent to 26,000 low-grade spiritual stones, my God!"
Chapter completed!