Do you want to trade? I am a Wanjie supplier

"I want to ask the boss if he has a communication jade slip. Let's exchange spiritual energy. If there are any interesting items in the future, we can exchange them."

"Oh. Is that so." Yun Yao smiled awkwardly, "I don't really have that."

Hearing her say no, Luo Chen didn't force her and left helplessly.

Seeing that such a rich man was let go, Yun Yao was heartbroken, but she didn't have the communication jade slip.

There is even less spiritual energy in him.

Seeing him walk away, Zhuang Bufan chuckled and approached Yun Yao, "Boss Yun, this wave of profit is huge."

Yun Yao glared at him, but the smile on her lips betrayed her excitement.

Meeting such a generous rich man, I’m lucky, I’m lucky.

It seems that money in the world of immortal cultivation is not that difficult to make.

However, Yun Yao realized afterwards that she had said this too early.

Because of the disturbance caused by those two big men, no one patronized their stall anymore.

The young man in white next to her glanced at her quietly again and again.

"Kid, just say whatever you want to say." Yun Yao turned her head and caught his furtive look, staring at him intently.

"No, you can just leave your full meals with me and I can help you sell them." Jing Lun said this and then lowered his head again.

"Oh? Why are you so nice?" Yun Yao asked him with a smile.

I heard the young man explain softly, "My father is the manager here, they don't dare to do anything to me."

Yun Yao nodded. So that’s how it is.

She rubbed her chin and thought for a moment, then said, "How about this, if you're willing to help me, I can't let you help me for nothing. If you sell five copies, I'll give you one for free. How about that?"

The young man in white also shyly agreed.

Afterwards, Yun Yao placed the compressed biscuits on the boy’s stall.

He chatted with the boy in a casual manner. The boy's name was Jing Lun, he was twelve years old, and he was the direct descendant of a small Jing family in Lingyang City.

He possessed a talent for alchemy at a young age, and the fasting pills he sold were all made by himself.

He said that he wanted to save up more spirit stones in order to participate in the new member selection conference of the four major sects.

What a sensible and motivated child.

More than an hour later, when it was time to close the stall, Yun Yao saw that the young boy had sold eight packages of compressed biscuits for her, so she gave him a commission of two of them.

I made an agreement with Jinglun to sell things together at this location tomorrow.

He and Zhuang Bufan returned to the inn. They played with the mid-grade spirit stone that Yun Yao had obtained for a while before going to rest.

With these five mid-grade spirit stones, she is no longer penniless.

Thinking about the gold, silver and countless supplies in her space, and coming to this world of cultivating immortals, she has to start from scratch. She can be excited in the middle of the night just for these few spirit stones. It is hard to describe.

The next day, Yun Yao and Zhuang Bufan discussed going into the Fantasy Mist Forest to see if they could be lucky enough to encounter some useful spiritual plants.

After entering the dense fog forest, Zhuang Bufan took out his mountain bike and prepared to take Yun Yao to a slightly deeper place.

The outer area has already been plucked bare by those monks, and there are no valuable spiritual plants there.

"Okay, let's do it here." The two stopped near where they came yesterday.

Under your feet, there is dense green grass, and there are also slightly taller spiritual plants growing around the thick trees.

Yun Yao observed the various plants and trees as she walked, touching any unique ones she saw.

She placed her hand on a fiery red spiritual plant with narrow, willow-like leaves. There were no flowers on the branches, but the stems were translucent.

[Spiritual Leaf Grass, a low-level spiritual herb, the main spiritual plant for refining low-level spiritual elixirs.]

"Zhuang Bufan, dig."

Yun Yao gave the order and everyone started digging with full enthusiasm. Zhuang Bufan took the small medicine hoe and started digging in a serious manner. This small medicine hoe was made by himself out of metal.

[Blood Spirit Grass, a low-level spiritual grass, the main spiritual plant for Blood Replenishing Pills.]

【Weeds, useless.】

Weeds...

Weeds...

Yun Yao: ...

This looks pretty nice and doesn't look like a weed.

Yun Yao sat down on the ground, listening to the weeds for nearly an hour, looking at the few spiritual plants in the space.

Looking up at the sky, I began to doubt life and my confidence was hit hard.

Is her luck so bad?

"Don't be discouraged. Let's go deeper. Maybe we can find something good." Zhuang Bufan comforted her seriously for once.

Yun Yao was about to say something when she felt something furry nudging her leg. She looked down and saw a small lump of black charcoal.

He kicked out reflexively, and the foot landed on the ground in a perfect parabola.

"Squeak!"

Yun Yao reacted and guessed that this thing might be the little black charcoal from yesterday. She didn't know how it found her and felt sorry for it for a second.

Just one second.

Because the black thing was thrown far away without showing any panic, and was flying towards her again, Yun Yao ran away when she saw this.

She really doesn't like charcoal. Hello, no thanks.

When she thought she had gotten rid of it, the little black ball suddenly jumped into her arms, this time with a spiritual plant in its mouth.

This time she didn't throw the little thing away. Her eyes were attracted by the spiritual plant it was holding. The plant was light purple in color and its branches and leaves emitted a faint light.

She slowly reached out her hand and touched the spiritual plant, and a mechanical sound exploded in her head.

[Nine-leaf purple spiritual grass, a high-level spiritual grass, the main spiritual plant for high-level spiritual gathering pills.]

Oh my god, it turned out to be a high-level spiritual herb. Was it an accident or...

She couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes. A high-level spiritual herb was worth a lot of spirit stones.

She turned her gaze to the little black charcoal. When the little thing looked up, she finally found its eyes. The little brown eyes looked at her ignorantly.

"Is this spiritual herb for me?"

Little Heitan actually put the spiritual herb in her arms.

Hey, this little thing can understand what she says.

Yun Yao first put the spiritual herb into the space, then reached out and tentatively pulled aside its long black hair, revealing a pair of round little ears. These ears really looked like a koala's ears, and so did its nose and eyes.

Except for the long charcoal-like hair, it doesn't look like anything.

"Are you the Black Velvet Rat?" That's what I heard that group of people call me yesterday.

"You don't look like a rat."

Zhuang Bufan saw Yun Yao's attitude towards this little thing change from avoiding it to accepting it happily, just because of a spiritual herb, and silently sighed that her position was not firm.

"Your long hair is covering your eyes. How about I tie it up for you?"

Yunyao's obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, so she found three small rubber bands and tied them up in three small knots, one on top, one on the middle, and one on the bottom, revealing its eyes and nose.

"Pfft." Zhuang Bufan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was ugly to begin with, and now it's even uglier.

Yun Yao glared at him, then turned around and put the black ball on the ground. "I've received your thank you gift. Go to the woods and don't follow me anymore."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." The black ball did not leave obediently, but turned back every step and kept calling out to her.

Zhuang Bufan looked at its appearance and guessed, "Is this little thing going to take us somewhere?"