A Mortal's Supporting Character's Different Kind of Cultivation

The only sound in the quiet hall was the burning of incense. The two chatted tacitly, each with their own thoughts. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, an elderly man with gray hair came up to the second floor with the help of a servant.

Upon seeing this, Manager Tian quickly got up and went to the old man, helping him to the table and letting him sit down while he stood. It seemed that the old man was truly a highly respected person.

"Manager Tian, ​​is there something you can't even appraise? Why did you have to call this old man who's almost in his grave?" The old man gasped for breath, weak and feeble.

"Master Ding, please take a look at this item. It looks like a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, but I'm not very sure. I hope you can tell me its age." Manager Tian said, pushing the jade box on the table in front of Master Ding.

"A thousand-year-old spiritual herb!" the old man said, picking up the jade box to take a look.

"You should take a closer look to see if it really is a thousand-year-old golden marrow mushroom," Manager Tian said, suppressing his anxiety and sounding somewhat impatient.

The old man didn't respond, but instead began to examine the contents of the box, gazing intently at its patterns, colors, and shapes. He even picked up the jade box and held it under his nose, sniffing it several times.

This spiritual herb was ripened by Lu Yunfeng using the Creation Blood Gourd. He knew better than anyone whether it was a true thousand-year-old spiritual herb. Therefore, he remained calm and unhurriedly sipped his tea, ignoring the old man's behavior and only thinking about how to bargain later.

In contrast to Lu Yunfeng's nonchalant demeanor, Manager Tian stared intently at the old man's every move, unaware that his tea had gone cold. His face was filled with a complex mix of anticipation, disappointment, and anxiety.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed quickly. The old man finally put down the jade box, stroked his white beard, closed his eyes in deep thought, and after a while opened them. "That's right, congratulations, shopkeeper. This is indeed a thousand-year-old Golden Marrow Ganoderma, and it's even freshly unearthed. It's a top-grade thousand-year-old spiritual herb with no loss of medicinal properties. I can confirm it!"

Shopkeeper Tian breathed a sigh of relief, escorted Old Master Ding back downstairs, and looked excited. After sitting down, he picked up the box containing the spiritual herbs and examined it several times.

"Ahem, Manager Tian, ​​shouldn't we talk about the transaction?" Lu Yunfeng couldn't help but remind him when he saw Manager Tian leaving him, the owner of the spirit herbs, aside and only staring at the jade box.

"Ah...hehehe, I'm sorry, I lost my composure. I hope Brother Han will forgive me." Shopkeeper Tian smiled apologetically and reluctantly put down the box containing the spirit herbs.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing. Since you like it so much, how should we make the transaction? I'm sure Wanbaolou won't disappoint me." Lu Yunfeng chuckled and took a sip of tea.

Shopkeeper Tian frowned slightly and cleared his throat. "Ahem, since Brother Han can produce a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, he must not be an ordinary cultivator. I won't beat around the bush with Brother Han; I'll just give him a fair price."

After a moment's thought, Manager Tian said sincerely, "This thousand-year-old spirit herb is enough to exchange for two of the magical treasures I showed Brother Han!" Manager Tian paused for a moment, "If Brother Han doesn't like these magical treasures, our shop can also use spirit stones to buy this thousand-year-old spirit herb, and we will definitely give Brother Han a satisfactory price."

Lu Yunfeng sensed Manager Tian's sincerity. After considering it several times, he felt the price was reasonable and within his bottom line, so he reluctantly agreed. He gazed at the several magical treasures.

"So, Brother Han, how about exchanging it for that magic treasure, or just the thousand-year-old spirit herb?" Shopkeeper Tian said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yunfeng frowned and hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He had originally planned to visit other shops and compare prices, but the items in front of him were indeed to his liking. He was extremely reluctant to give up some of them, especially since these items were practically tailor-made for him. Giving up even one would be painful, and he was determined to get them all.

"Heh, I like all of these, and I plan to take them all!" Lu Yunfeng weighed his options, prepared to reveal a little more of his secrets, and made his decision.

He felt that buying everything he needed at Wanbaolou wouldn't be a bad thing; it would reduce the attention he received and limit the influence of the thousand-year-old spiritual herb to Wanbaolou.

"I'll take them all, Brother Han, you must be joking!" Manager Tian looked embarrassed. He thought Lu Yunfeng was going to make an exorbitant demand, intending to exchange a thousand-year-old spiritual herb for all the treasures.

Lu Yunfeng looked at Manager Tian, ​​smiled slightly, and without explanation, took out an identical jade box from his storage bag and placed it on the table.

"In addition to this five-hundred-year-old spiritual herb, I will exchange it for all your treasures." Lu Yunfeng's expression turned serious, determined to succeed.

Manager Tian frowned and hurriedly checked the newly appeared jade box, disregarding Lu Yunfeng's conditions. After confirming the presence of the spiritual herbs, he looked at Lu Yunfeng with an apologetic expression. Someone who could produce two spiritual herbs at once was someone worthy of Wanbaolou's attention.

Seeing that Lu Yunfeng was wearing a cloak, and since Manager Tian couldn't see Lu Yunfeng's true face, nor dared to use his divine sense to probe him, he hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and making a decisive move. "Haha, since Brother Han has put it this way, if I still disagree, it would make our Wanbao Pavilion seem too stingy. I agree to Brother Han's conditions." Manager Tian continued, "However, I also have a small request. If Brother Han has any spiritual herbs or similar items in the future, I hope that Brother Han will give priority to our establishment. I will give Brother Han a satisfactory price."

Lu Yunfeng gave a perfunctory reply and agreed, but inwardly he sneered, knowing that the other party had become suspicious. It seemed that he should avoid this practice of exchanging spiritual herbs for resources, as it was easy to get into trouble before he had developed sufficient strength.

Shopkeeper Tian had no idea what Lu Yunfeng was really thinking. When he saw that Lu Yunfeng had agreed, he was overjoyed. If this man surnamed Han could get him another thousand-year-old spiritual herb, then taking a small loss and making this small concession today was nothing.

So, Manager Tian and Lu Yunfeng exchanged items, and after they each put their things away, both were happy.

Lu Yunfeng then bid farewell to Wanbaolou, not even lingering in the market, and immediately flew away from the restricted flight area of ​​the market.

Lu Yunfeng was cautious and did not fly directly back to Huangfeng Valley, fearing that someone was following him. He flew away from the Taiyue Mountains and only flew back to Huangfeng Valley after confirming that no one was following him.

A few days later, Lu Yunfeng finally returned to his valley with trepidation. Upon arriving at his cave, he let out a long sigh of relief. "Phew, my cultivation is indeed too weak. Buying something feels like being a thief." He removed his black robe, and amidst a series of crackling sounds, Lu Yunfeng's figure grew considerably taller.

"I have a handy weapon, and my cultivation has reached its peak. I only need to take the Foundation Establishment Pill to enter the Foundation Establishment stage. I can practice my supernatural abilities a bit more." Lu Yunfeng played with the Wind and Fire Flag and Ice Soul Pearl he had bought.

A red and blue light, and a pure white light, swirled around Lu Yunfeng, moving erratically from left to right, flying around aimlessly. Lu Yunfeng, meanwhile, sat cross-legged, drenched in sweat, his face contorted in agony, as if enduring some inhuman torture.