Sovereign to Immortality - Chapter 10 : Elixirs

Sovereign to Immortality Chapter 10: Elixirs

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After gaining advantage from Li Laoshan and taking revenge on him secretly for being tricked in his pre-life, Yang Junshan was quite relaxed and happy.

Yang Junshan wandered around the Grass Market and found nothing that brightened his eyes. It wasn’t because there was nothing valuable for him, but because he almost ran out of stone coins. He had saved some coins these years. Counting the jade coin rewarded by his father and coins won from Zhang Huzi and others, all he had was just 300 stone coins or so. Just now, he had spent more than half of them, so with the remaining 134 stone coins, he had to think carefully when purchasing necessities for the trip to Pehchao Mountain.

Yang Junshan bought two quivers of about 60 iron arrows from a blacksmith’s shop in the town. The arrows were made of black iron, and the arrow heads were made of fine steel. With strong bows and proper distance, it could even pierce though the skins of high-level beasts.

In his prelife, Yang Junshan also had bought iron arrows here. But at that time he had been blackmailed by Li Laosan and had fewer stone coins than now, he just bought only a quiver of 30, and shortly after entering Pehchao Mountain he used up all of them.

But now Yang Junshan not only bought an extra quiver but also made great progress in shooting and hunting, so he would not be caught in predicaments again.

These sixty iron arrows cost Yang Junshan a hundred stone coins. This discount was got by the virtue of his father’s reputation in Huangtu Town. When the blacksmith saw Yang Junshan shopping in the market, he inquired him about his parents. Aware of the influence of his father, Yang Junshan deliberately gave away his father’s name.

With these sixty iron arrows, Yang Junshan’s trip to Pehchao Mountain was guaranteed a little more, but as a result, the stone mulberry bow that Yang Tiangang had just given him seemed to be a little soft.

In fact, after practicing Crude Bull Boxing this morning, Yang Junshan felt that his strength increased greatly. This feeling was more obvious when practicing shooting with mulberry bow. He finished shooting a quiver of arrows quickly without any halt. A good bow was worth even more than a hundred refined weapons, but now there were few coins on Yang Junshan. He could not even afford a mulberry bow.

But Yang Junshan knew that his father, Yang Tiangang, should have a good bow in his hand. It was said that Yang Tiangang used it when he was young. He didn’t know whether he could pull it apart.

After buying two quivers of iron feather arrows, Yang Junshan had only 30 stone coins. He unconsciously reached out and touched the red-rusted stone in his chest. Unfortunately, this treasure was useless now.

Yang Junshan spent almost all of his pocket money saved all these years in one day. Calculating on what else these thirty coins could buy, he saw the spiritual grass shop beside the Grass Market street.

Such shops usually sold some patches to cure wounds and diseases as well, but they were mostly made with low-grade spiritual herbs and common herbs. They had some effects on the practitioners who were on the preliminary level of Mortal Realm. At the higher stage of Mortal Realm, the practitioners had laid their fairy foundation and could perform magic arts. If there were any more injuries, these patches would no longer satisfy the need for therapy. At that time, practitioners needed elixir.

But for a practitioner like Yang Junshan who had not yet completed the first level of fairy calling in the human world, the paste made from the mixture of primrose and common herbs was enough for the treatment of injuries from falls.

The cost was 35 coins. Looking again at his childish face and the little packed horse outside the shop, the owner of the Spiritual herb Shop gave Yang Junshan four patches, which were used for physical injuries as a bonus since they were usually sold at 10 stone coins per patch. Putting patches in the package on the little packhorse, Yang Junshan patted his empty chest pocket and finally there was no stone coins left on his body.

Looking at the sky, Yang Junshan had some bored strolls around the Grass Market thinking that Dad would not come out of the Yamen (government office in feudal China). He looked at the items placed on the street stalls on both sides at random, walking towards the direction where the Yamen was located.

The place where the Yamen was located was naturally the center of the Huangtu Town. Because it was usually the gathering place of the practitioners in Warrior Realm in the Huangtu Town, there were very few pedestrians near the Yamen when the Grass Market was open. Those traveling merchants dared not dirty the eyes of the practitioners in Warrior Realm with their third-class goods.

However, those who really dared to set up stalls near the Yamen were also businessmen who had confidence in their own things. Therefore, although the busiest place of the Grass Market was not near the Yamen, the best goods in the Grass Market were absolutely sold here.

At this time, Yang Junshan squatted in front of a shop which exhibited some exquisite wooden boxes, salivating at the elixir in the wooden boxes. Not only Yang Junshan but also other people passing by were inclined to stop and have a look at the elixir in the wooden boxes.

This stall belonged to a cold-faced cultivator in black. Since Yang Junshan squatted here, the cultivator had been sitting there with his eyes closed and motionless. Obviously, he was very confident about his own things and ignored the inquiries of those who tried to bargain.

However, in Yang Junshan’s eyes, the elixir sold by the cold practitioner could only be regarded as a medicine pill at best but could not be called elixir. The people who made these medicines were at most only the kicking-off level of an alchemist, whose level was far from that of a real alchemist.

Originally, Yang Junshan thought that this cold cultivator in front of him should be the producer of these medicines, but after seeing the medicines in the wooden box, Yang Junshan dispelled the previous idea. The owner who sold medicines in front of him obviously mistook him for the alchemist and deliberately displayed this indifferent watch, aiming at raising the price.

Although these medicine pills were only of lower grade and made from the mixture of Spiritual herbs boiled in a secret method, they were obviously much better than the patches made by mixing Spiritual herbs and ordinary herbs. Several of them were just right for the Mortal Realm cultivators like Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan noticed that this box of medicines was exactly useful for cultivators who started practicing. This kind of medicine pills was very helpful to Yang Junshan’s practice.

Was that the price? The price that the cold cultivator marked on this box of spirit-awakening elixirs was actually five jade coins. Yang Junshan felt a toothache when he looked at the price. It’s just an ordinary medicine pill. A box of spirit-awakening elixirs was worth three jade coins at most. However, many farmers in this remote town may not even see a few of them. Apparently, this cold and arrogant practitioner was very confident of his goods.

Nevertheless, Yang Junshan looked at these ten elixirs in the wooden box hesitantly, unwilling to leave.

Leaving his eyes ajar, the proud cultivator looked at the young man squatting in front of his stall. An ironic smile on his lips flashed away.

If others squatted like Yang, he would already have scolded him to leave. But after seeing the little packhorse behind this young teenager and thinking about the Yamen near, he decided to wait.

Judging by this teenager’s appearance, it was obvious that he was extremely eager for these medicine pills but couldn’t afford them since each box cost some jade coins. However, counting the packhorse he led, this young man’s family should not be underestimated. What’s more, his father must be a master of Warrior Realm and now must be in the Yamen. The cultivator surmised that the father of the teenager must be in the Yamen nearby.

Naturally, these elixirs were luxuries for ordinary farm cultivators, but for masters of Warrior Realm, they were affordable since the price was just several jade coins.

In fact, the cold proud cultivator’s guesswork was half-right. Indeed, Yang Junshan was waiting for his father to come and he also wanted to buy this box of spirit-awakening elixirs. Although the price of the whole box of spirit-awakening elixirs was obviously too high, what Yang Junshan really wanted to buy at this time was only three of them.

Yang Junshan studied alchemy for some time in his prelife. He also manufactured several kinds of common medicine pills to exchange with others. Roughly speaking, he could be regarded as an alchemist and the spirit-awakening elixir was included on the list of medicine pills he had already made.

So Yang Junshan had a good understanding of elixir. And because of this, when he saw the elixirs in the box, he was convinced that the cold and arrogant cultivator in front of him was definitely not an alchemist. A professional alchemist could not fail to recognize the fact that there were three real elixirs in the box among these medicine pills made by the mixture of boiled spiritual herbs.

Maybe these three elixirs were very similar to low-grade spirit-awakening elixirs due to refining technique. If Yang Junshan had not been an alchemist in his prelife and made some painstaking efforts in alchemy, it would not be so easy for him to distinguish these two.

When the gate of the Yamen opened, the cultivators in Warrior Realm in the Huangtu Town began to come out one after another. The cultivator’s eyes glittered when he saw a bulky cultivator pulling a packhorse. His face was somewhat similar to that of the young man in front of him. He realized the relationship between them instantly.

Sure enough, after seeing the appearance of the big and tall cultivator, Yang Junshan stood up and waved to him with excitement. The joy on the indifferent cultivator’s face was even greater.

Yang Tiangang noticed Yang Junshan standing next to the medicine stall and frowned. Before going to the Yamen, he had noticed the shop. The price of elixir sold on it was undoubtedly much higher than the actual price. Moreover, these elixirs had little use for the cultivation in Warrior Realm, so Yang Tiangang had no intention to buy.

“Dad, I want to buy a box of spirit-awaking elixirs.”

Yang Tiangang was much more surprised at Yang Junshan’s knowledge about spirit-awakening elixirs than his intention of purchasing them. Glancing at the seller, Yang Tiangang naturally was convinced that it was this man who told Yang Junshan the information about the medicine and then intrigued him into buying his elixir.

Yang Tiangang looked at the medicine pills in the wooden box and still wasn’t satisfied with the runaway price of 5 jade coins. Even though he was a master of Warrior Realms, he could not persuade himself to buy.

However, thinking that his son would go to Pehchao Mountain two days later, Yang Tiangang changed his mind. Staring at the cultivator in black standing in front of him, Yang Tiangang just frowned slightly and said, “The price is too high.”