Pouring a few drops into his palm, he eagerly extended his tongue to lick it all clean, showing an expression of obsessive intoxication.
"Look."
After the drunkenness faded, he raised his head and grinned:
"It’s not poisoned, right?"
"Hmph."
Fang Zheng let out a soft grunt, reached out to take the pocket-sized gourd, and with a slight shake of his single hand, a Spirit Talisman appeared between his fingers and spontaneously ignited.
"By decree!"
"Co swiftly!"
Beast-Expelling Talisman!
A rare yet practical Spirit Talisman that can summon or repel nearby small creatures.
As Fang Zheng lightly beckoned with one hand, the earth trembled not far away, and a large rat crawled out, shaking its body as it ca closer.
Who knows what it ate to grow, but in this famine year, it has beco quite plump.
Fang Zheng held the gourd and dropped a few drops onto the ground.
"No!"
The newcor’s face changed slightly and reached out to stop it, but upon seeing Fang Zheng glance over, his expression froze again, and his movent halted:
"Well..."
He stamred:
"This wine is very expensive; it’s not easy to brew even one bottle, brother should save so."
Fang Zheng did not answer, watching the large rat lick the spilled wine clean, then shaking its head in a drunken manner.
"See!"
The newcor patted his large hand:
"It’s just drunk, isn’t it?"
Fang Zheng did not stop there, reaching out to grab the rat, disregarding its filth, and penetrated True Qi into its body.
A mont later,
He slowly nodded:
"Not poisoned."
Then carefully dropped a droplet onto his clean palm, gently licked it, briefly touching it with his lips before separating to be cautious.
This carefulness made the newcor involuntarily crack a smile.
Was it necessary?
Fang Zheng squinted, silently savoring the taste.
Hmm?
His eyes moved slightly, surprised.
Before tasting the flavor, a surge of warmth rose from his stomach, spreading through his body as if he had just taken a sauna.
Every inch of skin felt like it had been thoroughly massaged.
He pursed his lips.
This ti Fang Zheng took a small sip.
"Boom!"
The heat surged again, more intense and lasting than before, causing a fine sweat to appear on his skin.
Rember, his physique is among the top in the Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artists.
This wine...
Can it stimulate the deepest parts of a Martial Artist’s flesh and bones?
"Whew..."
Fang Zheng exhaled and his eyes grew dreamy:
"Good wine!"
"Is it good?" The newcor’s eyes sparkled, saying:
"This wine is called Monkey Wine, originally brewed by Master Yuan himself, and my ancestors once said that presenting this wine to Master Yuan could earn a chance for immortality."
"What a pity..."
"Such a chance for immortality is rare!"
"Monkey Wine?" Fang Zheng picked up the wine pot:
"Just this?"
"It’s already a lot." The newcor had a bitter look:
"Just this amount took several years of effort, brother must feel that it can strengthen the body and nourish the Primordial Spirit as well as dicine."
"Hmm." Fang Zheng nodded:
"How much for the recipe?"
"Well..." The newcor’s eyes shifted, slowly extending one finger.
"A hundred taels?" Fang Zheng tentatively asked.
The newcor shook his head.
"A thousand taels?" Fang Zheng frowned.
The newcor still shook his head.
"You don’t an ten thousand taels?" Fang Zheng raised his eyebrow.
This ti, the newcor nodded heavily.
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng chuckled, casually tossing back the gourd:
"Then walk slowly, I won’t see you out!"
"Wait!" The newcor looked panicked:
"The price can be negotiated."
"How about this..." Fang Zheng thought a mont, raising a finger:
"I’ll offer a maximum of a thousand taels. If you’re willing, leave the recipe here; if not, seek another buyer. I’m sure a friend confident in his recipe can find a buyer willing to pay ten thousand taels."
"A thousand taels?" The newcor shook his head:
"That’s far too little, how about eight thousand taels?"
"..." Fang Zheng shook his head, speaking slowly:
"If I guess correctly, your recipe requires many rare ingredients, and even having the recipe, it’s hard to brew the wine."
"Isn’t that right?"
The newcor’s expression stiffened.
Fang Zheng continued:
"The price of those ingredients isn’t cheap, and for those who truly use them, brewing wine would be hardly worth it, right?"
"You..." The newcor stepped back, eyes flickering:
"How do you know?"
Nonsense!
The dicinal potency of this wine may not be as potent as the Golden Carp, yet it is extrely rare. If it were that easy to brew, would it still sell here?
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and raised a finger again:
"A thousand taels!"
"You must understand, a brewing recipe can always be copied; sell it to for the money, then sell elsewhere. A thousand taels is plenty!"
The newcor opened his mouth, finally sighing helplessly:
"Deal!"
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Prefecture City is truly worthy of its na, with a gathering of people from all walks of life, where every odd and inexplicable technique has been inherited. Many Dharma Gates can be acquired just by spending money.
Of course,
Most are of low grade.
In such a black market, one can only find simple spells like Object Control Technique, Water Avoidance Spell, Spring Rain Talisman, and so on...
As long as the price isn’t too high, Fang Zheng would buy them, mostly for unused stockpiling, accumulating experience and knowledge.
Besides,
What can’t be used here doesn’t an it’s useless in modern society.
So Low Tier magic, in modern society, might be more practical than High Tier Dharma Gates, making acquisition worthwhile.
Shaking the black robe, Fang Zheng stepped forward concealed in the dark.
Just entering a dark alley, his expression changed as if he sensed sothing, and his figure suddenly retreated.
"Too late!"
A cold voice rang beside his ear, and instantly, the world turned upside down, the dim alley turned into a hazy, perception-covering scene.
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