Chapter 179 The Fate of Poisonous Weeds

Although the two young men from the Yan family tried their best, they still failed to get to the front, and the position of the first buyer was taken away by another person.

The person who was following behind, who should be Yan Ling, was so angry that he kept stamping his feet and cursing.

The monk at the front of the line said to Mo Juren confidently,

"Fellow Daoist, haha, it seems that these two spiritual creatures of yours are most compatible with me. Tell me, you name a price, I'll give you a little, and we'll settle this fate, right?"

Mo Juren was limited by the rules of the secret city and couldn't just drive this person away, so he could only respond perfunctorily and said,

"Well, what this fellow Taoist said is very true. You and I do have a little fate, but it's just this one encounter. Now it seems that our fate ends here. Please go back, fellow Taoist!"

The person at the front of the line heard this and shouted in a hurry,
"What? I don't accept it. If you say there is fate, then there is fate. If you say there is no fate, then there is no fate?"

Mo Juren was not afraid of blushing under the protection of the black suit. He said shamelessly,

"Don't be dissatisfied. Let me ask you, are you a male or a female... No, are you a boy or a girl?"

"Of course I'm a man!"

"That's right, my two spiritual herbs are also male, they are not suitable for you, so please go back!"

"What! This is also possible, aren't you kidding me? Everyone listen, spiritual herbs are divided into male and female, is he speaking human language?"

He deliberately raised his voice, as if to call on everyone's support to make Mo Juren surrender.

Mo Juren, however, said even louder and calmly,

"Everyone, I said that my spiritual herbs have no affinity with this fellow Taoist. Do you think I am right?"

The crowd started to make noises,
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right."

"The guy in front, if you say you are not meant to be with me, then you are not meant to be with me. Hurry up and move on to the next one. Don't get in the way."

"I... he's talking nonsense... this is... ah..."

Amid the shouting and cursing of the crowd, Yan Ling, who was at the back, pulled the man back and pushed him away from the team.

The people behind him worked together and pushed him out of the crowd in an instant.

The little girl Yan Ling clapped her hands, turned around and said happily to Mo Juren,
"Okay, I'm the female, sell these two poisonous spirit herbs to me!"

Seeing the fish taking the bait, Mo Juren almost couldn't help but smile, but he remained calm on the surface and said,

"Very good, young lady, you are quick to speak and have met my first requirement for this destined person..."

"What? You have other requests? Tell them all at once, don't waste time." Yan Ling said anxiously.

"Well, well, I don't know if the girl knows that kind of spell to block out sound. I think it's better to talk to the girl privately about the next matter."

"What? Isn't it just the 'Sound Silence Technique'? Brother, you do it." Yan Yu, who was following beside her, made a hand gesture. He waved his hands and immediately released a faint aura, covering the three of them in a temporary restricted area like clouds and mist.

"Okay, we two came here together." Yan Yu explained after casting the spell, "You can speak without worry now, fellow Daoist."

"Yes. To be honest, when I saw you, I thought of my dead brother. At that time, he and I were as close as you are, like family. That year..."

Mo Juren started talking as soon as he came up, telling a long story he had made up on the spot.

The gist of it is that he and his sworn brother, a wandering cultivator from a poor background, went into the mountains to collect herbs, and encountered a large number of monsters lying dead beside a stream. When they traced upstream, they discovered these two poisonous herbs causing trouble.

That brother thought there was a treasure there, and rashly went forward to pick it without knowing the danger. He encountered a second-level demon crocodile guarding the poisonous spirit grass, and half of his body was swallowed by it.

Seeing that he was about to die, the brother sacrificed himself to lure the demon crocodile away, let him pick the poisonous grass and run away, hoping that after he escaped, he could help take care of his wife and daughter at home.

Mo Juren told this story full of loopholes with tears in his eyes. It was absurd yet pitiful. He concluded:
"... Well, just like that, I brought these two poisonous spirit herbs that my sworn brother had exchanged his life for to the market to sell, but unexpectedly no one recognized them."

"Plus, no one is willing to bid for them, and they say they are worthless. I am so desperate that I think every day that I might as well just burn them. At least it will comfort my brother's soul in heaven."

"But when I thought about my brother's wife and daughter at home waiting for me to take care of them, and his daughter who had just learned to speak sometimes called me dad... I forced myself to cheer up and think about looking for the destined person in this secret city..."

Yan Ling seemed a little moved, her eyes turned red, and she held Yan Yu's hand and shook it,
"Brother, let's give him a few more spirit stones later. That girl doesn't even know she has a new father. She's quite pitiful, okay?"

Yan Yu hesitated for a moment and then said,

"Okay. Let's put it this way, fellow Daoist. Originally, these two second-level spiritual creatures were worth between four and five hundred spiritual stones. After listening to your story, we are willing to pay five hundred spiritual stones..."

"Alas! Spiritual stones are scarce... Spiritual stones are a minor issue," Mo Juren sighed at the right time, "The main thing is, are you two sure that this poisonous spiritual grass is what you need? Although my sworn brother's family is in urgent need of spiritual stones, I don't want you to act impulsively out of pity for them."

"Of course, we found the illustration of this thing in the 'Collection of Spiritual Herbs' a long time ago," Yan Ling interrupted, taking out a book and turning the page, "Look here, the Soul-Transforming Mushroom... The poison enters the body and spreads with the magic power, turning the soul into bones. It is extremely poisonous to both the soul and the body of the cultivator."

It turns out that the real name of this "spiritual mushroom flower" is "soul-transforming mushroom". Mo Juren sighed as he coveted the "Collection of Spiritual Herbs" in Yan Ling's hand.

What he lacks most now is encyclopedic classics and books on the world of immortal cultivation to enrich his knowledge.

Presumably, there should be a lot of such things in big sects and big families, but they are too precious for a casual cultivator like him.

So he looked at Yan Ling eagerly, choking with sobs,
"Oh. If I had a book like this, I wouldn't have to run around everywhere, suffering from the fact that no one could recognize the spiritual objects and couldn't find anyone to buy them. After all, it was all lacking a little fate. Miss, this 'Collection of Spiritual Herbs' is really good..."

"Oh, you want them? Then we'll give them to you all," Yan Ling said generously, "We have several more at home."

Mo Juren continued to act clumsily.

"Well, it's mainly because most of us casual cultivators come from the countryside. In order for your daughter to gain more knowledge in the future, it would be great if she could have a few more books about cultivating immortals."

He noticed that Yan Yu on the side seemed to realize that something was wrong, and quickly said to him,

"But all this is about fate, little brother, don't you think?"

(End of this chapter)