I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

That night, Lin Fan began to prepare his luggage. He knew that this journey into the mountains would not be easy. Not only would he have to face the complex mountain roads, but he would also have to be careful of the wild animals in the mountains.

More importantly, he had a vague feeling that he might encounter some unfriendly people during this trip into the mountains. The Silla boxing champion that Fang Shuwen had found might very well show up at this time.

However, these were not problems. For Lin Fan, anyone who dared to challenge him would have only one fate.

In the dead of night, Lin Fan stood by the window, gazing at the distant mountains. The outline of Mount Taibai looked particularly mysterious in the moonlight, as if beckoning him.

"Tomorrow, let me witness your charm," Lin Fan said softly, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. **Chapter 1: Turbulence in the Herbal Medicine Market**

"Chinese herbal medicine trading market?" I looked at Liu Hong, frowning slightly.

"Yes, it's in the eastern suburbs of the city. There's a special medicinal herb distribution center there." Liu Hong nodded. "But that place is full of mixed people, so you have to be careful."

Liu Ying was packing the medicine box nearby. "Brother, I'll go with you."

"No, you're at home..."

"Don't talk nonsense. I know a little about medicinal herbs. Two people are always better than one." Liu Ying glared at me. "Besides, what if you get cheated?"

I smiled bitterly. This girl is quite self-aware.

An hour later, we arrived at the herbal medicine market. It's called a market, but it's actually just an open-air market, filled with the rich aroma of various herbs. The stall owners, mostly middle-aged, hawked their wares in various dialects.

"Boss, how much is this Gastrodia elata?" Liu Ying asked as she walked to a stall.

"Good eyesight, little girl! This is wild Gastrodia elata, five hundred yuan per pound." The stall owner was a fat man with a smile on his face.

I walked over, picked up a piece of Gastrodia elata and looked at it carefully. "This is artificially grown, and it's not old enough."

The fat man's expression changed. "Little brother, don't talk nonsense. This is absolutely authentic wild..."

"The surface of wild Gastrodia elata is oval with obvious segments, but yours is smooth, clearly grown in a greenhouse." I put the Gastrodia elata back. "Also, real wild Gastrodia elata is hard, but yours breaks easily. It's too watery."

Several stall owners around stopped what they were doing and looked over here.

The fat man blushed, "Then...then how much do you think is appropriate?"

"The market price of artificially cultivated Gastrodia elata is only 80 to 100 per pound. You're asking 500. Isn't that a rip-off?"

Just as he finished speaking, a man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks came over and said, "Little brother, you know your stuff! Come and take a look at mine, I guarantee it's genuine."

He took out a small box containing several ginseng roots. "This is wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain, thirty years old. One root costs one thousand."

I took it and looked at it, almost laughing out loud. This wasn't wild ginseng at all, it was clearly just ordinary garden ginseng, and it was crudely processed.

"Yours is even more fake. It's garden ginseng pretending to be wild, and it's only five years old at most." I put the ginseng root back. "Real wild ginseng has a tight stem and clear texture. Yours has a loose stem and fuzzy texture. It's obviously cultivated."

The man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks had a dark expression on his face. "You...what do you know?"

"I know more than you do," I said calmly. "Business requires integrity. Selling fake goods as genuine is damaging your reputation."

The stall owners around were whispering to each other, and a few of them began to pack up their things, apparently preparing to run away.

At this moment, the voice of an old man came from the corner, "Little brother, come and take a look, I have what you need here."

I turned around and saw a man in his sixties, dressed simply. There were not many medicinal herbs on his stall, but each one was very clean.

"Grandpa, what do you have here?" I walked over and asked.

The old man smiled and said, "I think what you said just now is very logical. You must be a real expert. I picked these myself in the mountains. They are definitely wild."

I took a closer look and was dazzled. The herbs on this old man's stall, while few in number, were of excellent quality. Especially the few roots of Polygonum multiflorum, with their natural shape and clear texture, clearly wild.

"Grandpa, how much are these herbs?"

"You're an expert, so I won't beat around the bush." ​​The old man pointed at the herbs on the stall. "All together, these are worth five thousand yuan."

I nodded, thinking the price was fair. Just as I was about to pay, the old man said, "Little brother, if you really need good herbs, I have some at home that are even better quality than these."

"Oh? What kind?"

The old man looked around and lowered his voice, "Some of the medicinal herbs passed down from my family are quite old. If you have time, you can go back with me to take a look."

Liu Ying and I looked at each other and thought this was an opportunity.

"Okay, we'll go with you."

The old man's name is Wang Laogen, and he lives in a small village on the outskirts of the city. Along the way, he told us that his ancestors have been collecting herbs for generations and are familiar with the medicinal herbs in the mountains.

"Young people nowadays don't want to learn this anymore." Wang Laogen sighed, "My son is an example. He thinks about getting rich all the time, but in the end..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a noise coming from the front.

"Dad! You're back!" A man in his thirties ran out of the house with horror on his face.

Wang Laogen's face changed, "Xiaojun, what's wrong?"

"They're here again, saying we have to pay back the money today, otherwise..." The man didn't finish his words when he saw us, "Dad, who are these two?"

"This is the guest I invited." Wang Laogen introduced, "Xiaojun, this is..."

"Lao Wang, your son is at home!" A rough voice came from outside the door.

Several men in flowered shirts walked in. The leader was a bald man with a thick gold chain around his neck. It was obvious that he was not a good person.

"Wang Xiaojun, today is the deadline." The bald man glared at Wang Xiaojun, "Fifty thousand yuan, not a cent less."

Wang Xiaojun's face turned pale. "Brother, give me a few more days, and I will definitely pay it back."

"How many days?" The bald man sneered, "You've been saying this for a month. Either pay me back today, or..." He glanced at the furnishings in the house, "move your belongings out to pay off the debt."

Wang Laogen was anxious. "You can't do this. What does the money Xiaojun owes have to do with these things of mine?"

"Old man, it's only natural for your son to pay back his debts," the bald man said impatiently. "If he doesn't have money, he can use your things as collateral."

"Wait a minute." I stood up. "It's okay to pay back your debts, but what you're doing is wrong."

The bald man looked me over and asked, "Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

"I'm Wang Laogen's guest," I said calmly. "You can ask for the debt, but you can't rob me."

"Robbery?" The bald man laughed. "Boy, do you know what we do?"

"No matter what you do, you always have to be reasonable." I looked at Wang Xiaojun. "How much do you owe?"

Wang Xiaojun stammered, "The principal... the principal is 20,000, but the interest..."