Chapter 191 Goodbye, old oil man

Zhang Dawu brought Zhang Dajin over.

"Temple Master, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, Uncle Dajin, the first batch of Blackpool mud has been successfully transported back to Fairy Cat Valley. Later, Lao Qiangzhi from various tribes will definitely purchase large quantities of spiritual seedlings. I have cultivated tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings here. You can leave them to San Uncle Qian, sell it to them at the market price."

Henry Zhang handed over a storage bottle.

Storage bottles are different from storage bags.

Storage bags can only store dead objects.

The storage bottle can store some elixirs for a short period of time.

These tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings were cultivated in his meditation space and kept in storage bottles.

In order for the Zhang family to become the elixir base under the Qingyun Sect, spiritual seedlings are essential.

If you want to plant elixirs on a large scale, you must first have a large amount of spiritual dung, and secondly, you must have a superb spiritual seedling master.

It is these two harsh conditions that make it difficult for many powerful sects to promote the cultivation of elixirs on a large scale.

Especially Lingmiao masters are even rarer.

10 elixir seeds can cultivate a spiritual seedling, which is already very good.

And it takes a lot of time.

For Henry Zhang, this is not a problem at all.

He has space for meditation.

The elixir seeds are cultivated into spiritual seedlings with a 100% success rate.

And the time is short, in less than half an hour, a crop of spiritual seedlings is cultivated.

"Tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings?" Zhang Dajin was surprised, "Temple master, are you a spiritual seedling master?"

"This is a secret. To the public, just say it was cultivated from our elixir garden."

"Yes."

After all, Zhang Dajin has lived a long time. If he knows that there are some things that he shouldn't ask, he shouldn't ask.

At this time, the strong branches of the Fairy Cat Valley were also very happy after receiving a large amount of black pool mud.

They all began to purchase spiritual seedlings in full swing.

The whole Fairy Cat Valley is in a situation where it is difficult to find any seedlings.

At this moment, Jiuding Hufang City released news that there were a large number of spiritual seedlings for sale.

Lao Qiangzhi of each clan immediately sent people to Jiuding Hufang City to purchase.

Tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings were purchased as soon as they were put on the shelves, and demand still exceeded supply.

"Are there any spiritual seedlings left in Jiudinghufang City? These thousands of spiritual seedlings cannot even meet one percent of the demand."

"We will purchase as many spiritual seedlings as you have here without any counter-offering."

"I didn't expect that the people who moved to Temple Street are all talented people, and there are actually spiritual seedling masters. Please help me ask if you are willing to come to our Qiangzhi for a salary of 10,000 spiritual stones a year."

These clan elders are all very wealthy.

Zhang Sanqian agreed one by one with a smile on his face.

This time Jiudinghufang City sold these spiritual seedlings, and earned only tens of thousands of spiritual stones.

But it made a name for itself.

We have things you can’t buy elsewhere in Jiudinghufang City.

The popularity of Jiuding Hufang City also increased as a result, which led to the sales of many other spiritual materials.

Soon, the second group of tribesmen heading to the Mysterious Blackpool set off.

This time, the team was led by the elders of the three clans, the fourth clan, and the fifth clan.

Henry Zhang and the remaining clan elders were arranged to lead the third batch.

In this way, in one month, three batches of Blackpool mud can be transported back to Fairy Cat Valley.

The storage of these black swamp mud is enough for the cultivation of elixirs in the Fairy Cat Valley for the next few decades.

Since the first group went without incident, more people went to the second group.

The number of people from various strong branches going to Misty Blackpool has increased several times.

More than 200 people were sent by the dung-picking team.

There are also many casual cultivators in the city.

Of course, for casual cultivators, Zhangjiaji will charge 10% of the Blackpool mud as protection fees and team leadership fees.

At this time, in an open space in the Waiji Spiritual Medicine Field, Henry Zhang was holding a weapon-breaking hammer in his hand.

For him who has already entered into the body refining and foundation building, the weapon-breaking hammer can be said to be as light as a weight in his hand, and there is no sense of weight like before.

He swung the hammer up and down, performing a set of bolas.

The moves flow smoothly without any hindrance.

"Not bad……"

Henry Zhang was very satisfied.

"Congratulations to the temple master, your strength has improved further."

Henry Zhang followed the sound and saw the old oil man walking over from a cave with a smile.

Except for Zhang Xuan’s cave, all other caves require fees.

The old oil man went to the secret realm of ancestral witches and gained a lot.

For more than a year, he has been renting a cave to live in.

"Senior Jianqiu, I see that you look good. It seems that your strength has improved after more than a year of practice."

"The old man's Dantian is broken, and there is no hope for the great road. He is still at the first level of Qi refining."

Henry Zhang looked at the first-level Qi Refiner in front of him, and his heart twitched.

This so-called Qi Refining Level is probably the strongest combat power in Fairy Cat Valley.

"Senior Jianqiu is humble."

The old oily man quickly waved his hand and said: "Don't call me senior, you and I are equals, so you should call me old oily man."

In fact, the old oil man also has his own plan.

He has now used up all the metallic elixir.

How could I have the nerve to ask for the elixir if the other party's senior shouted?

It's better to be friends with peers, and you can shamelessly take advantage of the rich. Anyway, the temple owner has a lot of elixirs in his hands.

"Temple Master, this... I have an unkind request. I wonder if you have any extra metallic elixir in your hand?"

"No..." Henry Zhang looked at the old greasy man with a sneer on his face and couldn't help asking: "Have you used up all the more than a thousand metallic elixirs in your hand?"

"It's finished. If you don't believe me, just turn it over."

As he spoke, the old oil man took out his empty storage bag.

"This consumes too much. It only lasts more than a year."

"Temple Master, metallic elixirs are no better than elixirs. They can only exert one-tenth of their effects."

"You mentioned metallic elixirs, and I remembered them. Please wait..."

Henry Zhang took out a dozen jade slips.

All records on the jade slips are prescriptions for elixirs.

These were bought from Fortress City.

He rummaged carefully.

"Found it," Henry Zhang looked overjoyed, "Wujindan, a metallic elixir, first-class low-grade..."

"Is this a pill recipe?"

"Yes."

"Will the temple owner be able to refine this Wujin Dan?"

"will not."

"The strongest metallic elixir is the most difficult to refine into a pill among all the elixirs. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so difficult to buy." The old oil man said with a long sigh.

"I can be considered a first-level low-grade alchemist now. If I practice my skills, I can always refine Wujin Dan."

"Can the temple master really refine this black gold elixir?" The old oil man looked excited at this time, his eyes shining.

"That's no problem, but the people like us from Temple Street don't raise idlers."

"Don't worry, this temple owner, I won't take it for nothing. I will use my merits and spiritual stones in exchange for it."

"Do you have any merits?"

"No."

"Where's the spirit stone?"

"No, the rental of the cave was all spent some time ago."

"Then how do you change?"

"I'll use this instead."

The old oil man sent a broken low-grade magic weapon to Henry Zhang.

"Isn't this magic weapon broken? Have you repaired it again?"

"It's fixed. I'm nostalgic and I'm not used to using other swords."

"Just this sword?"

"Just this sword, this is a sword that made Zhang Yuhuai wet his crotch." The old oil man said with narrowed eyes.

The old oil man looked so enigmatic that Henry Zhang found it very funny.

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait until I need to use your sword."

"no problem."

The oily old man slapped his chest and spat as he spoke, like a gambler who owes a huge debt.

"I'll go back to the cave first to figure out how to refine this Wujindan. The old oily senior will wait for a few days."

"Hey, the temple owner just needs to keep it in mind. I can afford to wait."