Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 50 Purchasing Medicinal Herbs
With the money from the pawnshop, Lin Le went to a shop that mainly sold pills.

"What do you need, guest?" A maid came over, dressed in a flowing palace gown, with a pretty face, she looked somewhat like a fairy.

"Do you have any grade nine medicinal herbs?" Lin Le asked.

"Yes, we do." The waitress nodded. "What would you like, sir?"

"The more century-old blood ginseng, the better. The age doesn't matter, as long as it's of good quality," Lin Le said.

Blood ginseng is one of the most widely cultivated medicinal herbs, and its price is also the lowest. For Lin Le now, cost-effectiveness is the top priority.

After reaching the Qi Refining Realm and destroying the Xiang Family Medicine Manor, Lin Le specially consumed a portion of the ingredients for the Essence Pill and a single Essence Pill.

The final Qi and Blood Elixir is five times more potent than the Elixir of Essence from a single Essence Pill, but a maximum of five Essence Pills can be produced from the ingredients of one Essence Pill.

The ratio of one to six made Lin Le realize that, at least at the Qi Refining Realm, the Qi and Blood Elixir was more effective than the Elixir.

Upon hearing this, the waitress's smile became even more genuine: "What's your budget?"

"Sixty thousand, um, fifty thousand taels," Lin Le changed his mind halfway through, remembering that he still needed to eat and had to save some money.

Fifty thousand taels! Upon hearing this, the waitress's eyes welled up with tears, and she moved closer to Lin Le, seemingly unintentionally: "Sir, please come with me, I'll arrange a nice private room for you to sit in."

"Okay." Lin Le nodded and followed the waitress to a private room to sit down.

The waitress went out and quickly returned, bringing a tea set with her: "I've already sent someone to select the medicinal herbs. Please wait a moment, sir, and have a cup of tea first."

As she spoke, she began to scald the teapot, add the tea leaves, and pour the tea from a high position with fluid movements, until she handed a cup of fragrant tea to Lin Le with both hands.

Lin Le took a sip, his eyes lighting up slightly: "What kind of tea is this?"

"Although this tea isn't graded, it's still quite valuable; one tael of tea leaves is worth one tael of gold," the waitress said. "If you like it, I can arrange to give you a box."

'Is one tael the same as one hundred taels of silver?'

Lin Le thought to himself, because gold can be refined into refined gold, a ninth-grade spiritual material that is quite versatile in weapon refining, gold mines have become the private property of major powers, resulting in gold having an extremely high value on the market, with one tael of gold being equal to one hundred taels of silver.

"Do you have any high-quality ones?" Lin Le asked.

"Yes, we also have Grade Nine Spirit-Nourishing Tea, but one tael costs a thousand taels of silver." The waitress suppressed her excitement and tried to appear calm.

"Give me five thousand taels." Lin Le took out five silver notes and placed them on the table.

"Okay." The waitress took the money, stood up, and bowed again. "Please wait a moment, I'll go and get the goods for you."

"Go ahead," Lin Le said, holding his teacup.

Soon, the waitress returned, accompanied by three men, each carrying at least a dozen medicine boxes in their hands.

"Here is your Spirit-Nourishing Tea." The waitress handed a gift box to Lin Le.

Lin Le opened it, glanced at it, smelled the aroma, and felt a sense of lightness in his soul before putting it away.

Seeing Lin Le put away the tea leaves, the waitress gestured to the three men: "These are the century-old blood ginseng you requested. Based on your request for as many as possible, we have given you a total of forty-three roots, with a total price of fifty-one thousand six hundred taels. I can decide to round down the sixteen hundred taels, so you only need to pay fifty thousand taels."

Lin Le took out a stack of silver notes: "Count them."

The waitress took the money, counted it briefly, and said, "It's all counted, it's indeed fifty thousand taels. Now, would you like to take these medicinal herbs with you, or would you like us to deliver them to you?"

"Put the money on the table, I'll check the goods first." Lin Le said without raising his eyelids, "I'll check one, you take one, if they're all fine, then take the rest."

"Okay." The waitress placed the money on the table, then said to the servant carrying the medicine box, "Xiao Zhen, you start by checking the goods for the customer."

"Okay." Xiao Zhen stepped forward, placed the medicine boxes on the table, and opened them one by one.

Lin Le picked up a blood ginseng and ate half of it in just a few bites in front of everyone.

This action completely stunned the three servants and the maid. They had thought Lin Le would use some kind of magic or smell and touch the goods to inspect them, but they didn't expect Lin Le to be so rough and just eat them!

After swallowing half of it, Lin Le checked the effects of the medicine and said, "Take one."

The waitress immediately took one.

After eating the remaining half, Lin Le picked up another one, ate it, and after verifying that there was no problem, said, "Take one."

The waitress brought another one.

Lin Le ate thirty-six of these in a row, and the expressions of those around him gradually changed from astonishment to shock to numbness.

However, after eating the thirty-seventh one, Lin Le spat it out, and when he pinched it, he actually found a thread of blood.

But upon closer inspection, it wasn't blood at all; it was a wriggling red worm.

Upon seeing this, the waitress's face immediately paled; she hadn't expected that inspecting the goods would actually lead to trouble.

Lin Le examined the worm, then glanced at the waitress: "A worm was found in the customer's medicine. How should you compensate us?"

"I'll compensate you tenfold," the waitress said with a wry smile. Although the insects in the herbs had nothing to do with her, she would most likely still get a good scolding from the old manager.

"Pay up," Lin Le said, pressing down on the bloodworms.

"Yes." The waitress bowed. "I'll go and fetch the manager right away."

Soon, the manager arrived with a waitress. She was an elderly man with white hair, but his nose was a little red, giving him a somewhat festive appearance.

The manager glanced at Lin Le, then at the bloodworms and the bitten blood ginseng in Lin Le's hand, and said, "It was our pharmacy's mistake. Sir, would you like ten one-pattern blood ginsengs, or ten thousand taels of silver?"

A century-old blood ginseng can develop a golden vein every hundred years, so it can be named one to nine-vein blood ginseng based on the number of golden veins.

"Give me a pound of Grade Nine Spirit-Nourishing Tea instead. I'm tired of the Blood Ginseng." Lin Le said nonchalantly, since it was unexpected money and he wasn't picky.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll go get it for you right away." The supervisor left.

He quickly brought over a gift box and handed it to Lin Le, saying, "You've been frightened. Please don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"Understood." Lin Le put it away, and then, under the supervisor's astonished gaze, threw the bloodworm directly into his mouth.

Crunch! It even burst with juice.

Lin Le chewed and swallowed, then couldn't help but lick his lips. It was quite delicious, with a sweet and sour taste.

"What kind of bug was that just now?" Lin Le asked the supervisor.

"The Bloodworm often appears in medicinal herbs that require blood to nourish them," the supervisor replied.

Lin Le tested the effects and found it quite good, about one-tenth the strength of a century-old blood ginseng: "Do you sell them?"

"No, usually the medicine shops catch them and kill them to feed the monsters they raise," the manager shook his head.

"That's a pity." Lin Le shook his head. He knew from that, the production was not large, and it would be difficult to buy. Moreover, there was no way to get it, so it could not replace the medicinal materials for the time being.

Then, in front of his supervisor, Lin Le ate and inspected the blood ginseng, even eating the one that was worm-eaten.

When Lin Le finally left the store, it was the manager who saw him off.

He ate more than forty blood ginseng roots in one go. Even a 12-story ginseng would probably be stuffed or die from overeating.

Even if Lin Le is exceptionally talented, his strength must be extremely high, otherwise he would have been overwhelmed and died.

Even if such a strongman had ulterior motives, he wouldn't dare to hit him.

(End of this chapter)