You Cultivate, I Farm

Chapter 285: Perfect Quality

Hundred Herbs Hall.

In the spacious hall, the scent of medicine permeated the air.

More than ten pharmacy attendants were diligently processing various spiritual plants, among them, a thin old man stood out.

"He Guanshi, these Firefly Grasses were just acquired today. Can you help process them? There's an alchemist who urgently needs them in the afternoon."

A middle-aged man carrying a large stack of Firefly Grasses walked up to the thin old man and slammed them down.

"Alright."

The thin old man glanced at the numerous Firefly Grasses, gritted his teeth, and responded.

After bending over to process the herbs for nearly an hour, He Guanshi supported his waist and struggled to stand up.

With his physique at the fourth level of Qi cultivation, he usually wouldn't be in such a situation.

However, now that he was older, his body functions were not as good as when he was young and strong. Plus, he had a few hidden ailments from before, and bending over to process the herbs for so long caused unbearable pain.

As the steward of Hundred Herbs Hall, he shouldn't have to deal with these trivial matters. However, he was just a distant relative of the He family. Several years ago, the powerful backing behind him lost its power, leading to a rapid decline in his status in the pharmacy.

Previously, all he had to do was acquire and account for spiritual plants, but now he had to help process them, making his workload much heavier.

However, He Guanshi was already very satisfied with his current situation. In Linyang Fang Market, many old independent cultivators lived in poverty and hardship. Having a stable place to stay without worrying about harm, and being able to earn some spirit stones for his family, was already quite good.

Just as he was thinking, the attention of He Guanshi was drawn to a teenager who entered the pharmacy.

The teenager, with only one level of Qi cultivation, looked timid. He tightly held about a dozen Firefly Grasses, which, with the thin old man's decades of experience in identifying herbs, he could tell were of extremely ordinary quality at a glance.

The teenager approached the counter and spread out the spiritual plants in his hand, asking the middle-aged cultivator if he could purchase these Firefly Grasses.

"Get out, we don't buy spiritual plants from random people here."

The middle-aged man impatiently rebuked, waving his hand to signal the teenager to leave.

"Friend, please, I can sell them at an even lower price."

The teenager's tone carried a hint of pleading.

"Lower? How about two spirit stones per plant?"

A hint of mockery flashed in the middle-aged cultivator's eyes.

"Two spirit stones?" The teenager's body couldn't help but sway. This price was nearly half of the usual purchase price, far below his expectations.

He bit his lip tightly, momentarily caught in a dilemma. He wanted to sell the herbs to earn some spirit stones, but he couldn't accept the price offered by the middle-aged cultivator.

"He Yong, this child looks a bit pitiful. Why don't you lower the price slightly and buy his spiritual plants? Consider it a good deed."

The thin old man saw a familiar figure in this young man. About ten years ago, there was a similar teenager with firm determination standing in front of him, repeatedly promoting his mediocre quality Firefly Grasses.

In a moment of reverie, two figures overlapped, giving him a sense of time travel.

"He Lao, there are so many cooperating herbalists in Hundred Herbs Hall, and various spiritual plants can be steadily supplied in large quantities. This person is just an unknown independent cultivator, and the quality of the Firefly Grasses in his hand cannot be guaranteed. Why bother buying these scattered spiritual plants?"

The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully.

"Price should be determined by quality and quantity. What's the harm in buying them?"

He Guanshi became a little irritated by the middle-aged cultivator's words.

"If you're so generous, you take them."

"Fine, I'll take them. Child, come here and give me those Firefly Grasses. I'll purchase them at the normal price."

He Guanshi beckoned to the uneasy teenager.

"He Lao, I'll be upfront about this. Without my consent, I can't use the hall's spirit stones for these herbs."

"I'm buying them for personal use!"

He Guanshi said casually. His grandson recently entered the hall and was trying to refine pills. Buying these dozen or so Firefly Grasses could allow him to practice.

The teenager handed the Firefly Grasses to He Guanshi and received more than thirty spirit stones from the old man.

"These Firefly Grasses are mostly of ordinary quality, and there are even one or two that are almost defective. Are you okay with the price I offered?"

He Guanshi laid out the quality of the herbs one by one and asked the teenager.

"No, no, I'm grateful that you're willing to take them."

The teenager put the spirit stones into his pocket and said gratefully.

He knew the quality of the herbs he cultivated, and being able to get these spirit stones was already quite satisfying. With them, he could continue to buy spiritual seeds and have some leftovers for cultivation and living expenses.

"Old man, you're really kind. I also have a few Firefly Grasses here of perfect quality. How about I sell them to you?"

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in the hall.

A remarkable young man with a slender figure walked calmly into Hundred Herbs Hall, holding several plants emitting faint fluorescence in his hand.

The plants exuded a strong spiritual aura, and the twinkling lights seemed to be like countless stars dotting the night sky.

"Firefly Grasses of perfect quality?"

The middle-aged cultivator rushed out instantly, a flattering smile on his face.

"Friend, please come this way. Our Hundred Herbs Hall has an excellent reputation in Linyang Fang Market. As long as we confirm that the Firefly Grasses in your hand are indeed of perfect quality, we will definitely offer you a satisfactory purchase price."

He suppressed his inner excitement and respectfully brought a cup of steaming spiritual tea, offering it to the elegant young man.

Perfect quality herbs, even if they were low-grade, were extremely important for alchemists. Despite having many herbalists in Hundred Herbs Hall, it was extremely lucky to be able to cultivate a Firefly Grass of perfect quality.

If he could obtain all the Firefly Grasses of perfect quality from the young man and hand them over to the alchemists in the hall, he would surely win their favor, and his position might even be further improved.

"Is that so?"

The elegant young man looked at the middle-aged cultivator with interest.

"However, I am just an unknown independent cultivator with a few scattered Firefly Grasses. Although they are of perfect quality, the quality cannot be guaranteed."

"So, it's better to leave them to this old man for purchase."

Naturally, the elegant young man was Lu Xuan. He witnessed the scene in Hundred Herbs Hall and made the move just now.

As for Firefly Grasses of perfect quality, although they could no longer provide sufficient cultivation rewards for him, he had shifted his focus to the second-grade Water Fire Grasses. However, he

had kept many spiritual seeds from before. Under the spiritual aura environment of the inner sect, it was easy to cultivate some Firefly Grasses of perfect quality.

"Lu... Lu Xuan?"

The thin old man asked in disbelief.

The two had last met seven or eight years ago, and with Lu Xuan's tremendous changes in both cultivation level and demeanor, the old man hesitated to recognize him.

"Yes, He Lao, it's me. I've come to visit you."

Lu Xuan smiled gently.

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