Chapter 111: The Black Sala Seed

Busatan is especially easygoing — it doesn't need soil, doesn't need to eat bugs.

Every day just let it sunbathe a bit, and casually gnaw on two chunks of ore — any kind of ore will do, no restrictions on the type.

After Su Jin brought it out, she originally wanted to send it to the back courtyard to find the Blood Chilo, but this fellow was especially lazy. It lay in her hand, not willing to move at all.

No matter how she urged it, it just kept lying there!

Su Jin simply stopped urging it, thinking whatever will be, will be.

In Su Jin's view, both the Blood Chilo and Busatan were just like the dolls she played with as a child — all little babies with their own personalities that needed careful nurturing.

So she respected their wishes, not wanting to force them.

The moment Su Jian heard this, his heart gave a sudden lurch.

He glanced from afar at Feng Qi, who was currently contacting another middle-aged rogue cultivator.

He immediately made up his mind to take Su Jin far, far away from that fellow.

An Qian and Su Hanlin quickly hired a new flying car.

Although this flying car wasn't very new, and its appearance was rather weather-beaten,

the inside was spacious and had been kept spotlessly clean by its owner. Su Jian was satisfied at first glance.

But he didn't say this was the one.

Instead, he lowered his head and asked Su Jin, "Do you think this flying car will do?"

Su Jin nodded.

Anyway, Busatan hadn't told her there was danger, so there was no danger.

An Qian saw this scene and laughed outright.

She thought: This friend of Su Hanlin's called Su Jian is truly a sister-complex — he dotes on his sister too much. Whatever he does, he lets his sister decide.

The four of them got on the flying car, and it started up and began the journey.

Su Jian took out the pastries and Bing Chen Lu brought from home and set them on the small square table in front of the four of them, pouring everyone a cup of Bing Chen Lu as well. Then he said, "These pastries were all made by your sister-in-law. They taste pretty good. Hanlin and An Qian, don't stand on ceremony."

"Then many thanks. An Qian, you try this one — I've tasted your sister-in-law's cooking before, it's quite good." Su Hanlin took the initiative to recommend the pastries.

"Thank you." An Qian wasn't overly reserved either.

Mainly because she had also been part of many cultivator teams, so she was fairly open and straightforward in manner.

After eating two pieces of pastry, An Qian took a sip of Bing Chen Lu.

The moment she took a small sip, she immediately sensed a coolness piercing straight through her brain.

That bizarre, blissful chill nearly made her moan out loud.

And at that moment her mind was unusually active, and she suddenly gained many insights into cultivation difficulties she had been unable to work out before.

Only after quite a while did this miraculous effect fade.

"What kind of spiritual dew is this? Is it expensive? Can I go buy a pot?" An Qian was immediately awestruck by the Bing Chen Lu, asking with a delighted face.

"If you like it, when we get back I'll have Su Hanlin send you a pot over. This is Bing Chen Lu we brew at home ourselves." Su Jian said.

"What? This is the signature spiritual dew Bing Chen Lu from the spiritual cuisine shop? That can't be right — I've been to several spiritual cuisine shops before, and the Bing Chen Lu they sold was certainly nice to drink, but it absolutely didn't have this effect of making your scalp tingle and your brain feel completely cool with just one sip, right?"

Su Hanlin burst out laughing at this: "You think the Bing Chen Lu sold outside can compare with the one we make at home? From the raw materials to the cellar-aging conditions, there are big differences.

What you're drinking is a private brew. It's not sold to the public, so the quality is much better."

An Qian heard this and looked at the Bing Chen Lu in her bowl with great regret.

She thought: Oh no, I won't be able to drink it often from now on.

"No worries — because Xiao Jin likes to drink it, my family brews a lot of this Bing Chen Lu. If you want to drink it, just have Su Hanlin bring you a pot. However, this Bing Chen Lu isn't cheap at all — eight spirit stones a pot, and at most I can sell you three pots a month."

An Qian was immediately overjoyed.

"That would be wonderful. I need three pots every month. This kind of pot, right?" An Qian pointed at the pot on the small square table and asked.

"Right, this kind of pot that holds two jin." Su Jian said.

Su Jin thought, Big Brother really knows how to do business. Less than ten spirit stones' worth can make ten jin of Bing Chen Lu, yet Big Brother has the nerve to sell eight spirit stones for two jin.

"Good, then it's settled." An Qian said.

Even Su Hanlin felt it was a great deal.

He had also drunk the Su family's Bing Chen Lu before — it was absolutely top-grade Bing Chen Lu.

Extremely rare and precious.

He'd heard that Su Jin has a classmate called Su Wuji who, every few days, sends someone to pick up one jar (ten jin) or two jars of Bing Chen Lu. All bought at forty spirit stones per jar.

So An Qian getting this price too was absolutely on account of his face.

Zhang Valley Tree Farm was reached very quickly.

The four of them got off the flying car and walked straight into Zhang Valley Tree Farm.

The ancient trees planted in Zhang Valley Tree Farm are a kind of ancient fern called the Sala tree. The stems, leaves, bark, and roots of this tree can all be used as medicine.

They can also absorb various kinds of impure energy and convert it into spiritual energy stored within the hollow main trunk.

During the day they absorb impure energy, and at night they release spiritual energy.

It's an excellent tree species that can purify and improve the environment.

It's just that when practicing spells, the wood essence that can be extracted from the trunk is relatively scarce.

But that didn't matter — Su Jin had come here in the first place to practice spells.

Inside Zhang Valley Tree Farm there was a large lake, which was where Su Jin and the others had chosen to settle.

Once they arrived, everyone dispersed — those practicing spells went to practice spells, those going out to look for food and pick mushrooms went to look for food and pick mushrooms.

Su Jin extracted wood essence from the Sala trees as she went, and before she knew it had walked to a mountain stream flowing into the lake. This mountain stream wound its way deep into the forest. Some Sala tree seeds had somehow fallen into the stream and been carried by the water into the lake.

Su Jin casually tried to step across the mountain stream, which was less than a meter wide, by hopping on stones, and noticed a black seed with patterns on it, blocked in front of a square stone in the water.

She jumped onto that square stone and fished out the little seed that had been blocked in front of the stone.

This should also be a Sarala tree seed.

It's just that seeds from other Sarala trees are dark brown, while this one is black. Not only is it black, but the seed's outer shell is also marked with scattered gray-white patterns.

In Su Jin's view, this is simply a strange little seed.

She casually tossed the seed into Little Wu Tian.

Anyway, there is Jin Tong Mu over there; whether this little seed can be planted or not, the Jin Tong Mu will know.

After tossing the seed, Su Jin continued leaping across stones over the mountain stream, then proceeded to practice with those Sarala trees.

Thanks to Su Jin's diligence and persistence, before lunch, she had practiced extracting wood essence to the level of proficiency.

However, reaching the stage of minor accomplishment still requires some time of practice.

At lunchtime, An Qian and Su Hanlin returned with quite a few forest mushrooms; the two carried four super-large baskets and also bore two extra-large backpacks.

It didn't look at all like they had come to gather wood essence; rather, it seemed as though they had come specifically to the forest farm to stock up on mountain mushrooms.

Su Jian caught a rabbit and a mountain pheasant. Combined with the food the others brought, it was enough for them to have a hearty meal.

Hehe, I forgot the selling price mentioned earlier; thank you, dear readers, for reminding me, and it has now been adjusted. However, I have still raised the price of the ten-jin jar of Bing Chen Lu sold to Su Wuji to forty spirit stones, a fourfold increase. Since Su Jian is not a child, how could he let Su Jin suffer a loss by having her prepare ten jin of Bing Chen Lu for just over one spirit stone, especially when the quality of the Bing Chen Lu is so outstanding? Therefore, he will definitely raise the price.