Chapter 6: Serial Numbers? No, Those Are Years!

"Does the young miss still care about incense money?"

Lin Xuan asked in return.

Although the Lu family does not run a Company like the Under Heaven Association with assets in the hundreds of billions.

It is still a behemoth with deep family foundations.

"Look, I was just asking casually."

Lu Linglong put her hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks, and glared at Lin Xuan.

"Hehehe, Xiao Xuan, got handled, didn't you? I told you, there's still a little girl who can handle you."

Fang Dongtian chuckled.

"Ahem, at Old Master Lu's banquet..."

"I won't say it, I won't say it. Going to attend the old brother's birthday banquet, that naturally cannot have restrictions."

Fang Dong said.

After speaking, he stepped on the ground, flipped onto the eaves, and disappeared in one leap, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Xiao Xuan, prepare yourself. Your inner... that thing, your cultivation has also reached a stage, it's time to go down the mountain to see the world, and go with me."

The voice came from afar.

Lin Xuan and Lu Linglong stared at each other.

"Is Grandmaster so happy?"

Lu Linglong was a bit curious; the birthday banquet happened every year, and counting by age, she had attended dozens of times, so why was Grandmaster so happy?

"Maybe it's because he can keep drinking."

Lu Xuan raised his hand and scratched his face.

"Doesn't he also... wait, you don't let Grandmaster drink?"

Lu Linglong reacted instantly.

"This Grandmaster of mine is not like Old Master Lu. Your old master has a healthy body, but on Grandmaster's side..."

Lu Xuan shook his head slightly and did not continue.

"I think Grandmaster's body is quite good."

Lu Linglong naturally understood the meaning in Lin Xuan's words.

But Lin Xuan knew that this Grandmaster Fang Dongtian, according to the original situation, could only live for a few more years.

The key was that he was old.

There was not much he could do about that.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the common lot of humanity.

But a dozen years of affection were not fake either.

He would see if he could find other ways to extend the old man's life later.

"Alright, let's not talk about this. Junior Sister, wait a moment. Since we're talking about a birthday banquet, I also need to prepare some gifts."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan turned and walked to a cabinet in the room.

Lu Linglong put her hands behind her back and leaned in behind Lin Xuan.

After opening the cabinet, the fragrance of medicine rushed toward her, almost knocking Lu Linglong over.

The medicinal fragrance was so thick that Lu Linglong's eyes were spinning.

Taking a breath, she felt the Qi in her body speed up a bit.

"Hmm, this one should work. Ginseng is useful for anything."

Lin Xuan didn't pay attention to Lu Linglong's antics behind him, his eyes scanning the cabinet.

Exquisite boxes were neatly placed in the cabinet one by one.

They were all medicinal herbs, but below the names of the herbs, a number was marked on each.

Taking out the one marked with "Ginseng 800", Lin Xuan closed the box.

"Senior Brother, these are all medicinal herbs, why do they have numbers?"

She wasn't surprised by the medicinal herbs; after all, medicine and Dao are not separate. Most true cultivators of the Dao know medicine, and they are not weak at it.

Plus, although the Complete Perfection Sect cultivates the Inner Elixir, they actually have research on the Outer Elixir as well.

This art of incorporating medicine can also be considered a type of Outer Elixir.

It wasn't strange to have medicine, but what Lu Linglong was curious about was the numbering.

And this medicinal fragrance was too thick, wasn't it?

"Numbers? Oh, those are the years."

Lin Xuan threw the box in his hand to Lu Linglong and said calmly.

Lu Linglong turned to stone instantly.

"What? Years?"

Lu Linglong's tone sharpened a bit.

She wasn't very old and didn't understand much, but Lu Linglong wasn't stupid.

Although it's not always the case that the older the medicinal herb, the better.

But most of the time, it is.

Especially in this era, hundred-year-old medicinal herbs are already top-tier; if placed outside, they would fetch astronomical prices at auctions.

Lu Linglong remembered that when her family went to attend an auction held by the Under Heaven Association, a stalk of Ginseng determined to be 137 years old sold for over 1.3 billion.

And just now, she took a glance, and although she didn't look carefully, the numbers she saw were all 500 or above, and there were even some over 1,000.

If these were the years...

Goodness, the cabinet is filled with a World Association.

Lu Linglong widened her eyes, then looked down at the box in her hand marked with eight hundred.

With trembling hands and an excited heart, she was about to open the box.

"Go outside to look, I need to change my clothes."

Lin Xuan's voice rang out.

"Oh, oh!"

Lu Linglong lost the ability to think, blankly hugging the box as she ran out of the Daoist room.

After getting out the door, Lu Linglong took a few deep breaths and looked at the "eight hundred" label once more.

If it referred to age, then inside was a Ginseng with eight hundred years of age.

She had never even heard of medicinal herbs with such a high age, let alone Ginseng.

It was absurd beyond absurdity.

She gently opened the box, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance emerged.

Smelling the medicinal fragrance, Lu Linglong felt her body lighten a bit; she didn't know if it was truly the effect of the fragrance or just a psychological effect.

Looking down, inside the box was a Ginseng with complete roots and limbs, looking just like a long-bearded old man shrunk to scale.

It even had facial features, though they were a bit abstract.

"Goodness!"

Lu Linglong widened her eyes.

"Yo, did Little Xuan take this out?"

Fang Dongtian's voice suddenly rang out, giving Lu Linglong a start and nearly causing her to throw the box away.

"Be careful, according to what Little Xuan said, this thing might actually run away if it hits the ground."

Fang Dongtian reminded her again.

Lu Linglong hurriedly closed the box and hugged it tightly.

This was a true treasure, a treasure that no amount of money could buy.

As for what this thing could actually do, she didn't understand.

But its value must certainly exceed her imagination.

"Sigh, with Little Xuan taking this out, what we have here is a bit embarrassing to show."

Fang Dongtian was a bit troubled, shaking the glass bottle in his hand as he spoke.

The bottle looked a bit old, and its design was a bit rustic.

There were even air bubbles in the glass.

Inside was a somewhat yellowish liquid.

"Ginseng Wine, though the Ginseng used to soak the wine isn't very old, only a bit over two hundred years; it can't compare to what Little Xuan brought out."

Shaking the bottle in his hand, Fang Dongtian had a smug look on his face.

"So, have we reached the point of luxury where we use two-hundred-year-old Ginseng to soak wine?"

Lu Linglong stared with wide eyes.

"Sigh, little girl, you don't understand, but you will understand in the future."

Regarding this, Fang Dongtian was unwilling to say more.

Because even if he said it, no one would believe him.

But sometimes, Fang Dongtian truly felt that this junior, Lin Xuan, might really be some Immortal deity reincarnated, or perhaps the heavens' own son.

This luck was simply absurd to the point of absurdity opening the door for absurdity.

It was absurd to the extreme.

The door was opened, and Lin Xuan walked out wearing a brand-new Daoist Robe.

Lin Xuan did not wear a Hunyuan cap.

Logically speaking, one should wear it for formal outings, but Lin Xuan didn't want to, and naturally, no one dared to force him.

Besides, what era was it now?

Even for other disciples, there weren't so many rules anymore.

Even Daoist Robes had started to become varied and diverse.

Aside from a few specific colors, everything else didn't matter anymore.

Especially some Daoism enthusiasts; that was simply absurd.

And this outfit of Lin Xuan's was something a devotee had cried and insisted on donating after accidentally seeing Lin Xuan.

The material went without saying; it was a Moon-white Daoist Robe, loose yet form-fitting, clearly designed with a high price tag.

Wearing it now, Lin Xuan truly looked like an Immortal among men.

Added to this temperament and appearance, it left Lu Linglong completely dazed.

She was stunned, unable to move.