The immortality of mortals

Chapter 2 Spirit Tea
The Lam Tin rally is located hundreds of miles away from Jinma City.

Yang Xuan flew the Qingye magic weapon for a long time and finally arrived at the destination in the morning.

Passing through a dense forest shrouded in mist, the front suddenly opened up. I saw a wide stone bridge across the winding river. There were pavilions in the valley on the other side, and immortal cultivators in strange clothes were flowing back and forth.

There are Taoists with long sleeves holding whisks, strong men with heavy swords on their backs, men with snakes around their ears, and monks with big yellow-skinned gourds and riding deer, elk and exotic beasts...

As far as Yang Xuan knows, this river valley is called Lanyutan.

Earlier, a mortal had picked up blue jade here, and the news spread like wildfire, attracting various parties to snatch it. After a bloody storm, the immortal cultivators took possession of it.

To this day, jade of good quality has long been sought after.

During the period when cultivators came and went, Blue Jade Beach gradually evolved into a trading place.

After walking slowly across the stone bridge, we came to the Blue Jade Collection on the side of the river beach, located in the shade of the mountain.

Strictly speaking, this place is not considered a Xiuxianfang City, and most of the people coming and going are casual cultivators, so it is only called a gathering.

However, the Tian family, the cultivating family here, has produced several highly talented disciples in recent decades, and they have all joined the Tianxing Sect. With their power growing, they have a vague intention of turning this place into Xinfang City.

Therefore, every time there is a gathering in Lantian, the number of monks traveling around and doing business increases.

Yang Xuan walked through the Qingshi Street with ease and came to an antique medicine pavilion with the three characters Ruizhitang written on the plaque.

"Hey, Master Yang, you are here!"

A young man in gray clothes greeted him with a smile on his face.

Yang Xuan nodded, assumed the same cold attitude as usual, and took out several bottles of pills from his storage bag.

He can also be considered a regular customer of this medicine pavilion.

As a junior alchemist who has been refining elixirs for two and a half years, every time he makes elixirs, he sells them in bulk at Ruizhitang.

However, due to its own technical limitations.

The efficiency of forming pills is extremely low.

Often the money sold for alchemy is not enough to buy the raw materials.

This is one of the reasons why there are so few alchemists in the world of immortality.

"36 servings of Qingling Powder, 21 Essence Nourishing Pills, [-] Bigu Pills..."

The pharmacist checked and counted the elixirs and reported the detailed number.

"Master Yang, do you want spiritual stones or medicinal materials?"

"Same as before, just replace everything with medicinal ingredients."

Yang Xuan waved his hand.

As a descendant of a declining immortal cultivating family, he has become the sole member of the Yang family since the last member of his clan passed away five years ago.

A man lives in Biyun Mountain, the ancestral land left by his family.

However, his identity as an alchemist and his previous cultivation at the fifth level of Qi refining still allowed outside monks to maintain a certain degree of respect for him.

Whenever you come to Lanyuji, you will be called "Master Yang" by acquaintances.

Just when he was about to sell the Cuifeng Lingcha together, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart. He felt that selling it at a low price was a bit of a loss for the medicine dealer.

It's better to set up a stall and sell it yourself.

My predecessor couldn't help but think that setting up a stall to sell things in public was beneath the dignity of a member of the family.

Yang Xuan now has no such pedantic thoughts.

You can't make ends meet while refining alchemy, and you can't even open the pot when eating, so why bother?

Walk out of Ruizhi Hall.

Yang Xuan came to the street where stalls were set up and prepared to sell his own spiritual tea.

The management of Lanyuji is strict. If you want to set up a stall, you have to pay two spiritual stones to the management team.

Now that he is so strapped for money, he would like to break a spiritual stone into two pieces and spend it, so naturally he cannot afford the money.

After wandering back and forth for a few times, Yang Xuan rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

He walked to an inconspicuous stall in the corner. The stall owner was a young girl who seemed to have no experience in the world. She stood obediently and waited for customers to come.

"What do you want, fellow Taoist? Look at this preliminary explanation of the formation. It only requires five spiritual stones..."

The girl thought it was business, and Baozi smiled on his little face and greeted him quickly.

Yang Xuan responded with a few words, then suddenly lowered his voice: "I want to make a deal, what do you think of your friendship?"

"What deal?"

The bun-faced girl seemed to have a high sense of precaution and immediately showed a wary look.

However, after seeing Yang Xuan's gentle and handsome appearance up close, the vigilance in her eyes relaxed slightly. "It's like this. I'm willing to give half of my spirit stones to compete with fellow Taoists..."

Yang Xuan showed a very friendly and sunny smile and told the plan.

He observed for a long time that the business of the girl in the corner was not doing well, and almost no one was paying attention to the basic skills and magic circles placed on the table.

I can just borrow half of the tabletop to sell spiritual tea.

In this way, he can pay two less spiritual stones, and the girl can also reduce the cost of setting up a stall, which is a small loophole in the market.

Of course, if the other party does not agree, Yang Xuan has a second goal and a third goal...

"That's okay."

The bun-faced girl frowned and thought for a moment, then readily agreed.

"But you have to give me the spirit stone first!"

She stretched out her white and tender hands.

"no problem."

Yang Xuan delivered the spirit stone directly and was not afraid that the other party would default on the payment.

Because he seems to have no experience in the world and has no scheming, and his cultivation level is only at the second level of Qi Refining, so he can handle it completely.

So it was Yang Xuan’s first goal when choosing a stall.

Soon half of the seats on the wooden table were cleared, and Yang Xuan placed the tea leaves and utensils on them.

As soon as he finished packing, he frowned and thought to himself.

As the saying goes, the aroma of wine is not as good as the alley. If I just place a tea leaf dryly, I am afraid that I will have no product competitiveness.

The sales knowledge gained from his previous life made Yang Xuan use his brain.

So he said hello to the girl first, then went to the original medicine pavilion, and exchanged a couple of tea leaves with the steward for a white porcelain tea set, a copper scale and water.

Returning to the stall, he used his spiritual fire technique to boil the water.

Then select Cuifeng tea leaves of better quality and put them into a white porcelain cup, then brew with hot water, and a long and quiet tea fragrance will spread out.

"Hey, Biyun Mountain's authentic spiritual tea is on sale at a low price! If you buy it, you will make money. Fellow Taoists, don't miss it when you pass by, come and take a look!"

Yang Xuan was ready and immediately started howling at the top of his lungs.

Most of the monks have a cold and indifferent temperament and feel that they are otherworldly. Even if they set up a stall to do business, they will remain silent and wait for others to make eye contact and actively ask questions.

It is rare to see people like Yang Xuan doing business in the bustling market.

But the effect is immediate.

Many monks passing by were attracted by the call, and when they smelled the fragrance of tea, they actually gathered in front of the stall and started asking questions.

"Stall owner, how do you sell this spiritual tea?"

A cultivator asked.

"One tael for a spiritual stone."

"What?! Is your tea made from Lingshi?"

"It's too expensive."

Many monks shook their heads and turned to leave.

"Fellow Taoists, please stay and listen to what I have to say!"

Yang Xuan immediately opened his mouth and boasted about the various effects of spiritual tea, such as meditating and concentrating, helping in cultivation, and expelling inner demons...

In fact, spiritual tea does have these effects.

But the effect is very weak.

Most of them are styled items used by cultivating sects or families to show their wealthy status or entertain guests.

Seeing the monks watching, several of them showed signs of excitement.

Yang Xuan immediately used the marketing methods from his previous life to add fuel and jealousy to Lingcha.

"You fellow Taoists still don't know, but the picking and production of my tea is more particular..."

He paused briefly to whet the appetites of the monks around him before continuing.

"Listen to the poem:
When the moth eyebrows were picked on the [-]th, a piece of steamed green jade appeared on the chest.

Slender shirts do not hesitate to dry in the spring rain, and the cup is really full of milky flowers. "

(End of this chapter)