Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

We played like that all morning.

Lin Mu was like a tireless machine, shuttling back and forth in the woods.

If you encounter a rake cat, slash it.

If you encounter a cat with multiple hooks, slash it once.

If you encounter an orc, slash it.

If you encounter a forest snowman, slash it.

They cut down the pieces and left, never lingering for even a second longer.

Once the poison has almost worn off, go back and finish the job.

A string of green monsters always followed behind him, lined up and swaying as they chased after him.

The sun gradually rose higher.

Lin Mu couldn't remember how many monsters he had killed.

All I know is that the copper coins in my Qiankun bag have increased again, I've accumulated a small pile of small wound medicine without ever using it, and I've used up some small magic potions. Including the ones dropped by monsters, I still have 3 bottles left.

As for the equipment, it's all junk; not a single piece is useful.

Just then, a flash of golden light appeared before my eyes.

Congratulations on reaching level 7!

He opened the status bar and took a look.

[Level: 7]

Experience: 23/1200

HP: 40/40

[MP: 26/26]

……

You can learn healing magic now.

However, Lin Mu tragically discovered that he had forgotten to buy skill books. He had originally thought that the monsters could drop one, but it seemed he would have to return to town.

Lin Mu looked up at the sun; it wasn't noon yet.

Go back to town first, learn skills, and sell junk.

After entering the city, Lin Mu went to that weapons shop again.

"Welcome again, sir!"

Lin Mu nodded and took things out of his Qiankun bag.

A bunch of junk equipment, a dozen or so pieces.

Xiao Li looked at each item one by one, muttering to himself.

"This... is worthless. This... is also worthless. This... is worth a little, but not much."

Finally, he looked up and smiled, "A total of 23 silver coins."

Lin Mu went to the pharmacy again.

The middle-aged man was still standing behind the counter, weighing medicine with a small scale.

Lin Mu walked over and took something out of his Qiankun bag.

A pile of small wound medicine, eight bottles in total.

He kept only two bottles as spares, and left the rest on the counter.

"Sell these, then buy 10 more small magic potions."

Because he learned healing techniques, the Taoist priest consumed almost no wound medicine.

Having more magic potions on hand can increase your monster-killing efficiency.

The middle-aged man put down the small scale, picked up the medicine bottles, looked at them, and nodded.

"Small Healing Potion, buyback price is 1 silver coin per bottle. Small Magic Potion, 2 silver coins per bottle, I'll charge you 12 silver coins."

Lin Mu frowned.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said slowly, "That's the recycling price. It's the same price no matter where you take it."

Lin Mu didn't believe it.

He pointed to the medicine bottles on the counter: "I bought these medicines for two silver coins a bottle. Now I'm selling them to you for one silver coin? You can resell them to someone else for two silver coins again. You're making a very comfortable living doing business."

The middle-aged man smiled, not annoyed.

"Young man, is this your first time selling medicine? My pharmacy has costs for purchasing goods. The medicine you sell to me, I have to inspect, store, and put back on the shelves, plus transaction tax—all of these are costs."

He paused, then continued, "So the low buyback price is the rule. It's the same at other pharmacies."

He thought for a moment and said, "One silver coin is too little. How about this, one silver coin for 80 copper coins?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him and shook his head: "One silver coin for 20 copper coins, at most."

Lin Mu said, "One silver coin is worth 60 copper coins."

"1 silver coin = 40".

"1 silver coin = 50".

The middle-aged man sighed and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, 1 silver coin and 50 copper coins, consider it my good luck for opening a business today."

Lin Mu smiled. If they sell it this way, the price will remain the same in the future, so they have to set a high price from the very first time.

The middle-aged man took 10 small bottles of magic potions from the shelf. "20 silver coins minus 12 silver coins for the healing potion, I'll charge you 8 silver coins."

After the transaction, Lin Mu left the pharmacy and began looking for a skill bookstore.

Because skill books are only sold in specialty stores.

After walking a few dozen steps, I saw a wooden plaque with the words "Skills Bookstore" written on it.

Lin Mu pushed open the door and went in.

The bookstore was small, with rows of shelves against the wall, filled with thin booklets.

An old man was sitting behind the counter, wearing reading glasses, looking down at a book.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and glanced at Lin Mu over his glasses.

"Buy skills?"

Lin Mu nodded.

The old man put down his book and slowly stood up.

What do you want?

Lin Mu thought for a moment: "Healing techniques, mental combat techniques, and poison techniques. I want them all."

The old man glanced at him, said nothing, turned around and took three thin booklets from the shelf, placing them on the counter.

"Healing spell, 20 silver coins. Mental combat technique, 30 silver coins. Poisoning spell, 50 silver coins. Total: 1 gold coin."

Lin Mu's lips twitched.

so expensive?

But he still took out the money and handed it over.

It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities to send money in the future.

The old man took the money and pushed the three booklets over.

Healing Spell: Required Level: 7

[Mental Combat Technique: Passive Skill, increases accuracy, requires level 9]

[Poisoning Technique: Requires gray or yellow powder; Level Requirement: 14]

He immediately learned the Healing Technique, and put the Mental Combat Technique and the Poisoning Technique into his Qiankun Bag before turning around and leaving the bookstore.

Standing on the street, Lin Mu thought for a moment.

Next, I'll have to switch to a different map to grind. Fighting regular monsters is boring and they don't drop high-level equipment.

We need to prepare the equipment in advance.

Lin Mu remembered that Xiao Li had mentioned that the place where the Awakened Ones set up their stalls was in the central square of Beech City.

He looked around and flagged down a carriage.

"Go to the central square."

The coachman was a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth and replied with a smile, "Alright, sir, get in the carriage."

With nothing to do in the carriage, Lin Mu took out the "Complete Map" from his Qiankun bag and started flipping through it.

I hadn't looked closely before, but now that I'm reading it carefully, I've discovered that besides the maps, there's also a lot of text written next to each map on every page.

Some descriptions introduce the terrain, some describe the distribution of monsters, and some even... depict local customs. No wonder it's expensive; now I understand.

Lin Mu turned to the page about Beach City and began to read it slowly.

Bichon City, the largest city on the continent of Marfa, has a population of approximately three million. The city is divided into four districts: east, west, south, and north, with a central plaza that is a bustling center for merchants.

The city's residents are mostly ordinary people. Although many are awakened, they make up less than one-tenth of the population.

Ordinary people have a lifespan of no more than sixty years. Those who are awakened are different. With each level they advance, their lifespan increases: before level twenty, each level lasts one year; from twenty to thirty, each level lasts two years; from thirty to forty, each level lasts four years.

He looked down again.

Most awakened individuals awaken around the age of six, with their profession randomly determined—a warrior, a mage, or a Taoist. However, very few children of ordinary people awaken. This is because awakening requires aptitude, which is determined by bloodline. The offspring of awakened individuals have a far higher probability of awakening than ordinary people.

Therefore, the awakened and ordinary people are naturally two classes. The awakened see ordinary people as ants, while ordinary people see the awakened as celestial beings. Although there are laws prohibiting the bullying of ordinary people, in private, ordinary people invariably bow their heads and give way to the awakened.

Chapter 17 Dao 8

Lin Mu remained silent for a second.