This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 276, Section 275: Potions

In a secluded spot among the branches of the Fairy Tree Market, hangs a small, exquisite potion shop, like a vine fruit naturally growing on the giant tree.

The medicine bottle-shaped sign, woven from supple branches, is clearly visible in the dappled sunlight filtering through the layers of leaves in the afternoon.

The scout fluttered its little wings and landed on a horizontal branch next to the shop door where several strings of dried herbs were hanging.

"Grandpa! Look! That flying mushroom is here again!" A clear voice rang out in the shop.

A little elf girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old, with two long, thin braids, had somehow gotten up and was standing on tiptoe by the windowsill, curiously observing Puji with her bright, sparkling eyes.

The growth cycle of elves in this world is very long. Although it is not as long as more than a hundred years to reach adulthood, it usually takes more than thirty years to have an adult physique.

Therefore, the "little girl" in front of us is probably already in her twenties.

Of course, by elf standards, someone in their twenties is still a child.

"Oh? Where is it, Riel?" Behind the counter, an old elf with a white beard that almost reached his waist slowly raised his head.

When an elf begins to show signs of aging, it means that his lifespan is less than ten years, and one who is already this old will probably reach the end of his life within one or two years.

The old elf looked in the direction his granddaughter was pointing and smiled slightly.

Yesterday, when this little guy first crawled into the house, they noticed the green cloth on its paws. Unfortunately, neither of them recognized Elawen, nor did they know that Elawen was looking for it; they just assumed it was a free-roaming pet.

“A special ‘little guest,’ huh? You may come in if you wish.” The old elf’s voice was hoarse and slow, carrying a strange, soothing power. “Ryle, be careful not to frighten it.”

In fact, the old elf was overthinking it.

Before Riel could even move away from the windowsill, Puji had already squeezed her little face and squeezed into the shop filled with the fragrance of herbs.

Lin Jun couldn't understand what they were saying; he simply explored wherever he wanted.

It has to be said that after a few days of exploration, Lin Jun has actually developed a certain fondness for this elven city.

A good environment is secondary; for Puji, the stinky swamp is the truly ideal environment...

The main reason I like this place is that most of the elves are very friendly to Puji.

Even if they don't show any particular fondness, they mostly choose to ignore it rather than try to catch or hurt Puji.

If it were six months ago in Silent Wind Town, it would have been a strange and unusual event for a human adventurer to resist the urge to "clean up" a Puji that was wandering around in front of them.

Of course, things are different now; almost no one in Silent Wind Town attacks Puji now.

A strange rumor has been circulating in the town recently: whoever kills a Puji will be haunted by the vengeful spirit in their dreams at night.

Despite the absurdity of the puji ghost story and the fact that the town's priest had never detected any evil spirits, the rumor still spread like wildfire.

Occasionally, someone would have a nightmare about it, and upon recalling that they had indeed intentionally or unintentionally harmed Puji or damaged the fungal carpet recently, they would become even more convinced of the rumor.

In reality, only a very small number of these cases are related to Lin Jun; most are purely self-suggestions from nightmare sufferers. However, with nine false cases and one true one, the rumors have only intensified...

Back to the elves.

The green cloth on its feet allowed the scout Puji to move almost unimpeded. Even now, it seemed that no one would bother with a Puji for barging into the store without a clear "invitation".

With a swagger, it leaped onto the smooth wooden counter and plopped down in front of the old elf who was intently grinding herbs.

Riel quickly and quietly gathered up the scattered herbs and tools on the counter to prevent them from being knocked over by this "guest".

Her little hand reached under her round, soft bottom and carefully pulled out a small flower that had been flattened from sitting.

So soft! She glanced at Puji and couldn't resist reaching out her finger to poke the white body that looked so bouncy.

A mycelial tentacle extended and firmly pressed against her outstretched fingertip...

The old elf's movements were skillful and focused, carrying the composure that comes with the passage of time.

Grinding, mixing, simmering... the deep purple liquid quickly tumbled and blended in the small crucible.

He carefully divided the completed medicine into three small glass bottles.

Although Lin Jun could not identify the specific medicine, she recognized the four ingredients used.

There are three types that can be found in our own dungeon, and the remaining one, a small yellow flower, can also be found in the Sacred Tree Dungeon.

Lin Jun's interest in potions stemmed from the fact that her family possessed a wealth of materials but lacked the means to transform them into truly valuable potions.

Think back to when the demonic offspring officially joined, in order to further win over the demonic heart, Lin Jun directly gave Shou and Qiong limb regeneration potions.

This was purchased by Aiding through internal guild channels at a discounted price, and it still cost Lin Jun 500 gold coins.

Even with the vast wealth sponsored by numerous adventurers, Lin Jun couldn't withstand such a drain on her resources repeatedly.

How wonderful it would be if we could be self-sufficient!
Even without aiming for profit from sales, it can at least meet internal needs and provide a way to utilize the mountains of various materials accumulated in the dungeon.

Otherwise, there's always a frustrating feeling of being starving while sitting on a mountain of gold.

In the field of potions, you can learn it yourself or recruit new people.

Lin Jun decided to learn while simultaneously scouting for new talent.

Puji wandered between various potion shops, observing and, upon encountering a recipe with all the necessary ingredients, would attempt to concoct it in the dungeon, regardless of its efficacy.

Failure is the norm, but fortunately, the underground city is large and can withstand losses.

If there were any successes, they would find minotaur volunteers to test the drug and record the effects.

After the old elf finished preparing the three potions, he leaned back in the vine chair behind him and closed his eyes to rest.

Ultimately, one's energy cannot compare to that of a young person.

The owner of the potion shop a few hundred meters away can oversee three potions at the same time, brewing them tirelessly all day long.

Unfortunately, the shop owner was one of the few elves who would kick Puji out, otherwise the scout Puji would definitely stay at his shop to "learn".

No wonder this shop is doing so poorly; it hasn't seen a single customer in so long.

However, it's likely that the old elf himself doesn't care about how the business is doing.

Although the elven territory may not seem very large overall, the elven forest is much larger than a single large human city.

This vast Elf Forest likely has a population of less than 100,000 elves, with abundant resources, so no one worries about survival.

Those who are involved are simply pursuing higher goals.

After watching the alchemy process, the scout turned and flew away with a puff of air.

Riel, who ultimately failed to grab Puji's body, pouted and decided that if Puji came again tomorrow, she would block the window so that Puji could only come in by sticking close to her!
……

Scout Puji was just about to head to the next spot when he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice in the distance: "Little Puji—!"

(End of this chapter)