"Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market?"
"Why does this name feel a bit off?"
After locating the nearest Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market, a thought flashed through He Song's mind.
But he quickly shook his head and dismissed the idea. He was here to sell his loot, not to admire flowers.
Whether it was called the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market or something else didn't matter.
It wouldn't hinder his plans to sell spirit rice and dispose of his spoils.
Taking one last look at the valley now fully enveloped by formations, He Song soared into the sky and swiftly headed toward the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market.
Soon, just a day later, He Song arrived at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market.
He was now clad in a black robe, with his Breath Concealment Art constantly active, masking his aura.
This attire made him appear mysterious, though it wasn't particularly eye-catching, as others around him were similarly dressed.
Scanning his surroundings, He Song paused briefly.
The Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market was named after the various spiritual flowers cultivated within it.
Unlike other immortal markets, the outskirts of this one weren't filled with spirit rice fields. Instead, they were adorned with vibrant, delicate spiritual flowers.
These flowers were used for making incense, infusing spirit wine, or even for cultivators' baths. In short, they were highly valuable.
As He Song entered the market, he was immediately greeted by a rich, fragrant aroma.
It was the season when all the flowers were in full bloom, and the sight of the spiritual flowers competing in beauty created a stunning visual impact.
However, He Song only paused for a moment before his gaze fell on a map placed at the entrance, detailing the different areas of the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market, including the location of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.
The Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market also had a Spirit Medicine Pavilion.
Although the market primarily cultivated spiritual flowers, cultivators still needed spirit rice for their daily lives and cultivation.
Thus, the Spirit Medicine Pavilion here dealt not only in spiritual flowers but also in spirit rice.
After glancing at the map and memorizing the layout of the market, He Song strode confidently into the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market.
This time, He Song's cultivation had reached the late-stage Qi Refining realm, and his mindset when selling spirit rice and disposing of loot was vastly different from before.
Back when he first sold spirit rice, he had been extremely cautious, constantly fearing that someone might target him.
Now, although he remained vigilant, he was much calmer inside. At the very least, with his current strength, he no longer feared petty thieves. Even if he couldn't defeat them, he could always escape.
With this newfound confidence, He Song's demeanor exuded assurance, and his steps were noticeably lighter. This was the benefit of having strength.
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Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market, Spirit Medicine Pavilion, VIP Room.
He Song took a sip of spiritual tea, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. This place truly lived up to its name. Even the spiritual tea in the VIP room carried a rich floral aroma, leaving a lasting impression.
"Fellow Daoist Han, does our Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market's spiritual tea meet your standards?"
Beside He Song, a plump young man with a friendly smile asked.
This man, named Fang He, was a steward of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion and had personally received He Song.
When a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator like He Song entered the pavilion, the spiritual pressure he exuded immediately caught Fang He's attention.
Thus, He Song was promptly ushered into the VIP room and personally attended to by Fang He.
"Not bad. This tea has a unique flavor, even compared to the renowned Green Immortal Tea. Excellent tea," He Song replied casually, setting down his cup.
Then, with a wave of his hand, a small storage pouch appeared on the table in front of him.
He Song hadn't come here to drink tea. His main purpose was to sell spirit rice. A sip of tea was merely a courtesy to the host. The real business was the spirit rice.
"This is..."
Fang He glanced at the pouch and, after receiving He Song's nod of approval, picked it up. His expression quickly turned to one of surprise.
"Eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice! Fellow Daoist Han, are you from a Foundation Establishment family?"
When introducing himself, He Song had once again used the alias "Han Feiyu." His real name was never to be revealed.
Since the name Han Feiyu had been used before, it would help obscure his true identity. Thus, Fang He addressed him as Fellow Daoist Han.
In response to Fang He's question, He Song simply smiled without answering. He quietly observed Fang He, his gaze unwavering.
After a moment, Fang He began to sweat under the intense stare, feeling increasingly uneasy. Only then did He Song finally look away.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, how much can these eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice fetch?"
He Song didn't answer Fang He's question. Instead, he directly asked about the price.
Based on He Song's calculations, selling spirit rice at an immortal market's Spirit Medicine Pavilion typically incurred a 10% commission.
If all eleven thousand pounds were sold at market price, he would earn eleven thousand spirit stones. However, after the 10% deduction, the amount would drop to nine thousand nine hundred spirit stones.
This loss made He Song's heart ache slightly, but he had no choice.
He didn't want to engage in mind games with rogue cultivators or risk being targeted over such a sum. It was too troublesome.
Thus, accepting the loss and selling the spirit rice in bulk to the Spirit Medicine Pavilion was the most practical option.
"Eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice, minus a 10% commission, comes to nine thousand nine hundred spirit stones," Fang He said, his expression slightly awkward after He Song ignored his earlier question.
But then, his eyes lit up, and he quickly offered another price.
"Of course, Fellow Daoist Han, your spirit rice is of the highest quality—plump grains brimming with spiritual energy. I can offer ten thousand spirit stones for the entire lot. I only hope that if you have the opportunity in the future, you'll return to our Spirit Medicine Pavilion at the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market."
As he spoke, Fang He smiled warmly, as if genuinely looking forward to He Song's next visit.
He Song's eyes swept over Fang He's body and hands, ensuring there was nothing suspicious. Only then did he nod in agreement.
(End of Chapter)
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