My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 690 - Capítulo 690: 674: Yellow Immortal: We Know How to Show Off

Capítulo 690: Chapter 674: Yellow Immortal: We Know How to Show Off

After administering acupuncture to both Du Mian and Quan Jing, Qin Liuxi gained a deeper understanding of their body’s recovery capabilities.

Du Mian’s injury was a festering wound caused by improper treatment of an external injury, slowly eroding his vitality, resulting in chronic physical weakness.

Whereas for Quan Jing, it was the overpowering poison of a ferocious beast, fierce and rapid, and because it was poison, it caused damage to his internal organs, shattering his vitality.

Therefore, once Du Mian’s wound was properly treated, and with the use of fine medicine, as a martial artist himself, his recovery would be much quicker as long as he rested well, faster than Quan Jing’s, for certain.

Quan Jing’s body, on the other hand, was like a clump of cotton, soft and loose, lacking firmness.

A troublesome situation indeed.

For such a body to endure another kind of poison more potent than Bone Erosion would require prolonged care, not to mention whether he could survive it at all.

Qin Liuxi then said to Quan Jing: “I plan to go to the Black Desert to find the Red Sand Golden Scorpion to counteract this Bone Erosion. Known as the king of the desert, the Golden Scorpion is extremely poisonous. Even if one were to refine it, with your current weak state, I fear you won’t be able to withstand it. You need to build up your strength.”

“I will take the prescribed medicine and elixir on time,” said Quan Jing.

Qin Liuxi nodded and said, “Apart from medicine, there are also some fruits that are beneficial to your body, would you like them?”

Quan Jing was surprised: “Fruits?”

“Not ordinary fruits but wild ones that are rather rare, and so they are quite expensive,” Qin Liuxi paused, “Put it this way, they are extraordinary and precious fruits.”

“Buy them, no matter the price. As long as they are beneficial for our young master, we must purchase them at any cost. Money is not an issue,” Quan An interjected before Quan Jing could reply.

The financial situation of a typical General’s family might be strained, but for the northwest domineer—the Quan family—Silver was nothing; no amount of Silver could equal Quan Jing’s life.

The Quan family was not short on money.

Quan An’s tone reminded Qin Liuxi of Yue Ding, who had already left—the Dongyang Marquis Mansion—also military-bred, and likewise, they weren’t short on money.

However, Song Ye, also a General, was not as well off as them. This was the accumulation of family wealth by ancestors, much like the Quan and Yue families who rose from military service. Their current status and wealth were gained in exchange for the shadows of their ancestors and the bones of their kin, weren’t they?

While they had acquired wealth and power, the result was a thinning line of succession. The Dongyang Marquis Mansion was an example, and the Quan family was a bit better off. The older General Quan had married two wives and not to mention concubines, diligently sowing seeds that bore other sons. However, in Quan Jing’s main branch, only he remained as the sole scion.

Hence, it’s said that heaven is fair, granting you some things, while in turn, taking away others.

“Alright. I will have someone bring them over.” Qin Liuxi instructed Quan Jing to practice meditation in the Daoist Room, and then went to find Wei Xie, handing him a token: “Go and find a Yellow Immortal to convey a message. Ask them to send some Spirit Fruits over; they can name their price.”

Anyway, the Quan family was not short of money; let them earn this sum.

Wei Xie: “Aren’t I the Store Manager? How did I end up as an errand runner?”

Should a Store Manager personally run errands?

Qin Liuxi gave him a look: “Does the Store Manager partake in the mortal world’s sustenance? If you eat, you work, no idle chatter, hurry along.”

“I knew you would just order me around…” Wei Xie’s murmuring changed under Qin Liuxi’s glare: “Ah, what nice weather today, I was just thinking of taking a stroll. Chen Pi, Wan Ce, you two keep watch. I’m on my way.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed and vanished into thin air.

Chen Pi and the others knew the origin of Wei Xie, but Wan Ce still felt somewhat anxious seeing this scene.

This Mystic Sect had truly opened the gates to a new world for him, where he could witness everything.

They were undaunted, but Quan An, who was just beginning to peek out of the door, saw Wei Xie disappear and blinked, then rubbed his eyes as if mad, pinching himself hard on the waist.

He wasn’t dreaming, was he?

How did the Store Manager suddenly disappear?

Sss, it hurts so much.

If it’s not a dream, that means a living person really just vanished before his eyes.

Quan An sat on the floor with a pale face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Quan Jing opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled to see him so distraught.

Quan An trembled as he spoke, “Young Master, I’m afraid the Store Manager of this shop isn’t human, I saw a ghost.”

Quan Jing: “?”

“Really, I just saw him disappear into thin air, whoosh, gone.”

Quan Jing was silent for a long moment and then said, “You’ve worked hard these days, you don’t need to attend to me today, let Quan Ming come, you go rest for a day.”

Indeed, serving him, a man now half incapacitated, has worn him down over the past year.

Inside, Quan An screamed: Why don’t you believe me when I’m telling the honest truth?

Wei Xie had been gone for a long time and still hadn’t returned, but a middle-aged man with a round face leading a boy appeared at the entrance of Feichang Dao.

Upon seeing them, Qin Liuxi instructed Chen Pi to welcome them in.

The middle-aged man hurried up to Qin Liuxi with quick, short steps, bowing and greeting: “I, Huang Si, have the honor to meet the Junior Temple Master.” He then pressed the child next to him and said, “Go on, give the Junior Temple Master a kowtow and pay proper respects.”

The boy, no more than seven or eight, knelt down and solemnly kowtowed three times, his voice like a tolling bell, “Huang Shijiu pays respects to the Junior Temple Master.”

“There’s no need for such formality.” Qin Liuxi said with a smile, “You’ve arrived quickly.”

The guests had arrived, and the Store Manager had not returned, he must have found a place to slack off.

Huang Si grinned widely, “When we heard you summoned us, we dared not delay. Our clan’s second master already told us, if you call for us, we drop everything and rush over.”

“You’re too kind, have you brought everything?” Qin Liuxi asked.

Huang Si quickly untied the bundle on his back and opened it, first handing over a box: “This is our first time meeting the Junior Temple Master, and this is a gift for you.”

Qin Liuxi opened it and found a box of Cordyceps of excellent quality, far surpassing what’s available in the market.

A full box like this, worth more than a thousand gold.

“No need for such a grand gift, I asked you to bring things because someone needed them, you should keep these for yourselves, your clan has many people, and there are many places where silver is needed,” Qin Liuxi pushed the gift back.

Huang Si, hearing her refer to his clan as people, smiled so broadly that his eyes almost closed into slits. The Yellow Immortal Clan relied on luck and opportunity to transform into humans, so how could they not be pleased with Qin Liuxi calling them human directly?

Seeing that Qin Liuxi refused the gift, he grew anxious, “Do you find our offering lacking in elegance or appeal? Indeed, this Cordyceps might have become too commonplace. But currently, our clan only has more of these items, and we were in a hurry so we didn’t bring any better ones from the clan. If you like antiques, I can bring some next time, we also have some old items in the clan.”

The Yellow Immortal Clan eked out a living in the mountains, what treasures and oddities couldn’t they unearth?

Quan An, led out by Wan Ce to prepare for the trade, overheard the conversation and instinctively looked over, what was said to be commonplace?

Oh, Cordyceps.

He wasn’t ignorant, but such quality described as commonplace?

Quan An looked at Huang Si, with his narrow eyes and pointed mouth, clad in yellow, his appearance utterly unremarkable, yet the words he spoke were nothing but boasts.

Had the world changed, or had people simply lost their humility?