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I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 47
Twenty-six Dragons (3)
Uncle Zong picked up a stalk of burning grass——
It was long and turquoise, and there was still some soil on its roots, but its overall quality was very good. The other hundred-odd stalks were all the same, and it could be told from a glance that they were all the work of the same person.
His expression was a little complicated, but when his gaze landed on the Bixing grass at the side, it turned into stunned amazement.
“You— you cultivated these Bixing grass plants?” Uncle Zong couldn’t quite dare to believe his eyes. He looked at the somewhat plump and translucent fruit in the centre of the two Bixing grass leaves and couldn’t help reaching out pluck one down. Bixing grass of this quality contained very little impurities and was the very best choice for nourishing one’s body. If Yun’er used this Bixing grass, would the effects be better than the spiritual plants he spent a lot of money to acquire last time?
At the thought of this, Uncle Zong felt he couldn’t wait a moment longer. Clutching the Bixing grass fruit, he only left Mu Wanwan with a “Wait for me for a while”, then hurriedly lifted the curtain and left.
Mu Wanwan, “……??”
What was going on?
She did not have to wait long before Uncle Zong came back. The Bixing grass fruit was no longer in his hand, but he had a trace of a smile on his face, and even his expression seemed to have become a little softer, sending a little shudder down Mu Wanwan’s spine.
“Uncle Zong, what’s wrong? Is there a problem with the Bixing Grass I cultivated?” Mu Wanwan said a little uneasily, as Uncle Zong’s expression was truly a little scary, looking as if his soul had suddenly been swapped.
“No, of course there’s no issue with what you cultivated.” Uncle Zong couldn’t help revealing a smile. “You cultivated them very well!”
Mu Wanwan could only follow suit and smile, “Then, Uncle Zong, will you accept these burning grasses and Bixing grasses of mine?”
“Yes! Of course.” Uncle Zong’s eyes were very bright. He swept his divine consciousness over the items on the table. “One hundred and eight stalks of burning grass, and along with the one I took just now, it’s sixteen Bixing grass plants, right?”
Mu Wanwan was amazed by his speed and had a new judgment on Uncle Zong’s strength. “Yes.”
“How about this, I’ll give you twenty-five low-grade spirit stones,” Uncle Zong put forth generously.
“Twenty-five pieces?” Mu Wanwan was surprised and delighted at first, then, a speculation formed in her mind——
Although she couldn’t be said to be clever, she wasn’t stupid either. Summing up Uncle Zong’s reaction just now, she was guessing if perhaps the Bixing grass she cultivated was of very high quality, and would be good for the woman named Yun’er.
But she wasn’t planning to demand an exorbitant price. After all, Uncle Zong was truly very generous. She simply said tactfully, “Uncle Zong, can I exchange fifteen low-grade spirit stones for one medium-grade spirit stone?”
Uncle Zong was a little taken aback. “You’re only Rank 1, low-grade spirit stones are entirely enough for you. If you use medium-grade ones instead, it’s actually a bit of a waste.”
Mu Wanwan said with a wry smile, “My family member was Rank 1 before he was injured. I’m thinking higher grade spirit stones would be better for his injuries.”
As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong gave an approving nod. “It is better for those above Rank 3 to use higher grade spiritual stones. The spiritual energy of low-grade spirit stones is indeed not enough. It feels really bad to only get to absorb so little spiritual energy each time during cultivation, it’s better off to not absorb any at all.
Uncle Zong was simply saying his own feelings honestly, but when Mu Wanwan heard it, she began feeling bad.
If Uncle Zong, who she estimated to be Rank 3 bordering on Rank 4 felt aggrieved to only get to absorb low-grade spirit stones, then it must probably be much more unbearable for Mister Long, who used to be the continent’s strongest, to only be fed so little spiritual energy by her every day.
“Then, I’ll give you one medium-grade spirit stone and ten low-grade spirit stones instead,” said Uncle Zong, who noticed her change in mood and thought she was worried that he wouldn’t agree to the exchange.
Mu Wanwan was very grateful and thanked him several times.
“I should be the one to thank you,” laughed Uncle Zong. “As a matter of fact, I’m the one who’s benefiting from you.”
He didn’t know what was special about Mu Wanwan’s spiritual power, but the spiritual plants she cultivated were all of superior quality. After ingesting the Bixing grass fruit just now, Yun’er’s complexion was much improved.
Uncle Zong’s large brown eyes looked at her basket on the ground, thought about it, and took out a low-grade infinity pouch from his pocket and handed it to her. “Take this infinity pouch as a thank you gift.”
Mu Wanwan eyed the infinity pouch covetously and said hesitantly, “Uncle Zong, this infinity pouch is not cheap, are you really giving it to me?”
“Mhm. Take it,” said Uncle Zong. “But it’s not for nothing. I’m still counting for you to bring me spiritual plants next time.” Uncle Zong walked to the two rows of wooden shelves in the shop and said, “To tell you the truth, I just used that Bixing grass fruit on Yun’er, and it worked very well.”
“In addition, with your high success rates, I think your spiritual power should be somewhat special,” said Uncle Zong. “Don’t cultivate burning grass this time, it’s a waste of spiritual energy. I’ll recommend a few spiritual plants for you.”
Mu Wanwan stayed at Uncle Zong’s place for more than half an hour before leaving. In her arms, were one medium-grade spirit stone, five low-grade spirit stones, twenty silver coins, two packs of seeds of Grade 1 Bixing grass and Grade 1 Baizhen fruit, and a large bag of spiritual soil supplemented in the infinity pouch Uncle Zong gave; on her back, was the basket of vegetables. She felt a bit like she was floating as she walked.
This morning’s gains were simply way too much!
She had originally thought that she would only be able to get twenty low-grade spirit stones. In fact, if Uncle Zong had driven a hard bargain, she thought it would be good enough to get eighteen pieces. In the end, she even managed to earn one medium-grade spirit stone.
Mu Wanwan couldn’t help smiling. This was her first bucket of gold in this new world! After setting aside all the spirit stones for Mister Long and keeping two silver coins for the next time she came, she actually still had eighteen silver coins to spare.
This was a breakthrough that started from nothing!
Mu Wanwan was finding it a little hard to restrain herself. She even wanted to rush back immediately to tell Mister Long that she had made money, and according to Uncle Zong, there was something special about her wood spiritual powers—she would be able to support him from now on.
Perhaps, she could even work harder to add something more to his meals occasionally and buy some clothes so that he no longer had to be a naked dragon.
With the corners of her lips rising, Mu Wanwan took out one silver coin and clutched it in her palm, feeling that her heart was about to melt from the warmth of the wonderful feeling of making some money.
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