Immortality Cultivation: My Overlord Fist is the Ultimate Spell

Yang Han shook his head, resolutely stood up and left.

He wanted to find a mirror after returning to see if his face was too young, and that when he went out, others would try to take advantage of him.

It was really too damn annoying.

However, he didn't know what that Thousand Year Soul Traveling Wood was, and whether it was valuable or not.

First, he would remember the boss's position carefully.

There was a chance to find out a bit.

Yang Han also didn't believe it, that book of boxing techniques was easy to hook quickly.

With the miscellaneous disciple's assets, Yang Han didn't think that someone would casually smash the spirit stone into something on the side of the road like that.

As he walked further, Yang Han's eyes grew more and more suspicious.

Where is the Market Management Bureau, where is the Consumer Protection Association, I want to sue.

This place's street items are all a mess.

Occasionally, one or two items with a bit of value would appear, and they would all be priced sky high.

The water here is indeed deep enough.

In my previous life, when I read novels, I often heard that the child of luck would randomly pick up a pile of dung on the side of the road and it would all be a divine artifact.

What a liar.

Yang Han soon arrived at the center of the market.

Looking at the signboard with the words 「 Essential Products Shop 」 written like a flying dragon and dancing phoenix, he quickly walked in.

As soon as he entered, a young girl around fifteen or sixteen years old walked over, bowed and said:

"Welcome to the Essential Products Shop. Little girl Xu San serves you, I wonder what you need?"

Yang Han's eyes swept over and he discovered that this young girl Xu San was actually just a mortal, and what was even more strange was that her clothes did not look like those of a disciple of the Profound Dao Sect, but were just the clothes of a mortal.

"I wonder if your store accepts items?" Yang Han asked softly.

Xu San heard this and her eyes lit up: "Immortal Elder, this little girl cannot make the decision, please come inside and have some tea, I will go invite the manager."

"Okay."

Not long.

Yang Han looked at the cup of fragrant tea in front of him, boredly waiting.

Bang bang…

There were footsteps coming from afar.

A middle-aged man with a slightly thin figure, his face carrying a faint smile, walked in and gave Yang Han a preliminary assessment.

When he saw Yang Han wearing the uniform of a handyman disciple, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes but was quickly hidden.

"Hello, customer. My surname is Yuan, I am the manager of this place. I wonder what kind of item you want to trade?"

"I wonder if the shop buys medicinal herbs?" Yang Han asked calmly.

"Medicinal herbs? Of course we do. I wonder what kind of medicinal herbs you want to sell?" Manager Yuan asked leisurely.

Of course, he also did not hope that this handyman disciple could offer something good.

However, the trading situation was definitely to give. After all, mosquito meat, although small, was still meat.

Only that in the future, it was necessary to warn San San that not all people wanted to invite him.

Yang Han did not go on long, flipped his hand to take out a simple wooden box and placed it on the table.

Beauty is due to silk, good rice is due to fertilizer.

If you put on a show of something precious, its value will increase quite a bit.

How could Yang Han not understand this principle?

Looking at this wooden box, the boss was also a bit curious, reaching out to open it.

"Oh…this is…Fourth Grade Frost Grass." The steward's eyes were filled with joy, he flipped his hand to take out the Frost Grass from the box.

"Unfortunately, if we use the preservation technique to continue planting, its value will increase by another level." The steward's eyes were a bit heartbroken.

But that said, normally with valuable herbs, it is not easy to get your hands on them, don't expect to be able to perfectly move them back and continue to nurture them.

Not to mention that most of these herbs might have a few human lives attached to them, demanding perfection is almost impossible.

Yang Han looked at Steward Yuan's attitude and immediately felt that the value of this Frost Grass was far beyond what the assistant described.

But Yang Han actually didn't know.

Originally, nowadays, the land was scarce and the population was dense, and medicinal herbs were expensive.

Normally, each type of spirit flower and spirit herb would need a long time to create value. However, cultivators would reproduce countless amounts every year.

To the point where the source of medicinal herbs was becoming increasingly scarce, sects with deep foundations all had specialized medicinal fields to cultivate them, planning to harvest as economically as possible, only then could they maintain consumption at a balanced level.

Therefore, in the situation where there are more wolves and less meat, the value of medicinal herbs is getting more and more expensive, which is not surprising.

"Sir, how should I address you?"

"Zhang San." Yang Han replied briefly.

"Brother Zhang, I won't hide anything from you, this clump of Frost Grass is over three hundred years old. Unfortunately, it was harvested using the wrong method, causing its value to decrease quite a bit. Let's do this, I can represent this shop to offer 45 Low-grade Spirit Stones. What do you think?"

Yang Han's face twitched slightly when he heard this price.

The manager was good at observing other people's expressions, and at this moment, he felt that Yang Han seemed a bit dissatisfied, so he smiled bitterly:

"Brother, I don't mind telling you the truth, there just so happens to be a customer looking for this medicinal herb, so the price is so good. If it were normal days, the price wouldn't be so cheap."

"Let's do this, considering this is our first transaction, I'll set a closing price, 50 Low-grade spirit stones. Brother Zhang, whether it's okay or not, just think about it." The steward continued to speak decisively, then reached out to put the Cold Frost Grass root into the box and closed it.

Yang Han nodded, also agreeing with the steward's explanation.

In fact, this price was already quite a bit higher than Yang Han's initial prediction.

Based on his experience, the Creation Furnace only yielded 107 points, Yang Han originally thought that this medicinal herb would only be worth around 15 Low-grade spirit stones.

Just now, his expression twitched a bit, but he just didn't expect the medicinal herb to be so valuable.

Unexpectedly, Steward Yuan misunderstood his meaning, and at this time, he made a small profit. It was truly a pleasant surprise.

No wonder in novels, a group of people were described as cold and unapproachable, gloomy and dangerous.

So it turned out to be a cliché.

"Good, deal." Yang Han nodded in confirmation.

Steward Yuan smiled.

Although this transaction was nothing to him, but meeting someone who opened the deal so easily, he also felt very satisfied.

Holding a brocade bag handed over by Steward Yuan, Yang Han didn't even look at it and waved his hand to take it back.

Steward Yuan saw this and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, and he asked with a smile:

"Brother Zhang, no need to check again?"

"Essential Products Shop, these three words are enough to reassure me." Yang Han smiled.

Steward Yuan laughed loudly, obviously he had suspicions about Yang Han's words. But people say that a fierce hand does not hit a smiling face. For this brother Zhang San's goodwill, Steward Yuan was very happy to accept it.

After a little music, the two sides also changed the topic a bit. Yang Han also started to casually ask some other questions.

"Steward Yuan, I dare not hide it, I have a senior who wants to know some news about the Thousand-year Soul-Wandering Wood. I wonder if you have any information about this thing?"

"Thousand-year Soul-Wandering Wood?" Steward Yuan's face froze. "Forgive me for talking too much, is there someone in Brother Zhang's family who has a soul injury?"

Yang Han pondered for a moment, then neither nodded nor refuted, only sighed.

Steward Yuan saw this, pretending to understand, nodded seriously and said: "If it is a soul injury, I just discovered news about the Warm Soul Pill here, I can suggest that the senior's family temporarily replace it. As for the Thousand Year Soul Traveling Wood, it has always been a treasure that can only be found randomly and cannot be forced. A few years ago, a piece appeared, and even if it was only the size of a child's fist, it was already worth more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"Thank you for your information, Steward Yuan."