Ye Lingyue finally rembered that she was still at Cold Mountain Inn, and she quickly pretended as if nothing had happened, tidying up the scattered papers in her hands.
"Master Zhou, your papers have fallen on the ground. I saw so strange patterns drawn on them, so I took a look."
Master Zhou glanced suspiciously at Ye Lingyue, thinking that as a maid, she couldn’t possibly know what spiritual patterns are, so he didn’t mind.
"A little girl without any eye power, these are all spiritual patterns. Any one of them, if engraved on a Spiritual Artifact, could increase its value by more than fifty percent. Here’s Xiao Chun’s wages."
Ye Lingyue accepted the money pouch and looked inside, finding two Interdiate Spirit Stones.
Just engraving spiritual patterns on the tip of the sword was worth two Interdiate Spirit Stones, which was equivalent to two months of her salary.
Ye Lingyue clicked her tongue inwardly, but outwardly displayed a look of admiration.
"Master Zhou, Xiao Chun’s carving of those worthless scrap tals is really valuable. Can I also earn as much money as him?"
"The little girl’s got so big ideas, alright. At my doorstep, there are so failed Spiritual Artifacts. You can pick any one, and as long as you can copy a complete spiritual pattern and leave it on one, I’ll let you take Xiao Chun’s place as my spiritual pattern assistant. Such a pity, Xiao Chun was a talent."
Master Zhou shook his head.
He was the best-known Spiritual Pattern Master at Cold Mountain Inn. When he’s busy, he would have Si Xiaochun help out. Without Si Xiaochun, he’d be busier in the future.
"Are you serious about this, then it’s a deal."
Ye Lingyue didn’t expect it to be so easy. In fact, Master Zhou didn’t take this matter seriously at all.
Those Spiritual Artifacts piled at the entrance were all discarded, and although the spiritual patterns seed intact, they could only be copied and couldn’t possibly be restored to their original state.
He also didn’t believe that a maid who seemingly lacked the Power of Reincarnation would be able to engrave spiritual patterns.
Ye Lingyue, however, took it seriously. She really looked the part and chose a few Spiritual Artifacts at the entrance.
Especially a few Spirit Swords, which she packed up, treating them as treasures, and took them away.
As soon as she left Cold Mountain Inn, Ye Lingyue impatiently took out those Spirit Swords.
Upon closer inspection, the spiritual patterns on these Spirit Swords were identical to the ones on the Heavenly Sword Hemp, and the last one Ye Lingyue had seen.
But on the spiritual patterns, there were a few nearly invisible breaks, which caused the originally complete spiritual patterns to lose their Spiritual Power, ultimately becoming junk.
"With these swords, I can study the corresponding breaking points and find a way to destroy the spiritual patterns on the Heavenly Sword Hemp."
Ye Lingyue’s eyes glead.
This was the true reason she wanted these discards.
It seed that helping Si Xiaochun deliver the Spiritual Artifacts was indeed the right move; she not only got nurous spiritual pattern designs but also found a way to eliminate the Heavenly Sword Hemp patterns.
Thinking of this, Ye Lingyue felt much better.
It was already noon, and returning now would an missing lunch, so Ye Lingyue leisurely strolled on the street, also checking if she might encounter those two thieves.
As Ye Lingyue passed by a street, she saw a dical clinic ahead.
A few people were gathered at the clinic’s entrance.
A fat-faced doctor stood at the clinic’s entrance, swearing.
"Paupers, if you don’t have money, don’t co seeking treatnt. You’ve been lying in my clinic for two days and haven’t paid a single coin. Get soone to throw you out."
A few burly clinic apprentices started throwing a person outside.
Seeing it was a dispute over unpaid dical bills, the surrounding onlookers also dispersed.
In Huangquan City, such incidents were endlessly occurring.
Demon Hunters who were severely injured would be sent to the clinic, but when they lacked the funds for continued treatnt and companions were unwilling to bear the costs, they often ended up dying in the clinic.
Unethical doctors, unwilling to lose money, would throw people out while they still had a breath left, to avoid tainting the clinic’s feng shui.
Ye Lingyue frowned but didn’t rush forward.
Though she had the ability to save lives, she wasn’t soone with a compassionate heart, and there weren’t truly good people in Huangquan City; one dead counted as one less.
Just as Ye Lingyue was about to leave, she heard a familiar voice.
The injured man, along with the grass mat, pleaded as he was about to be thrown out.
"Doctor, please heal my hand. My companion will surely return to pay."
"Bah, your companion dropped you off two days ago without leaving a single Spirit Stone."
The doctor was full of anger.
Earlier, seeing the person who sent this patient having decent cultivation and carrying a bulging storage bag, he presud they were wealthy, which was why he accepted the patient.
But after accepting him, he realized the person’s severed hand couldn’t be healed, whether by weapon or Martial Arts.
Moreover, the injured man moaned and groaned all day, disturbing his peace.
Plus, the companion slipped away unnoticed that night.
The doctor searched the patient completely, finding no Spirit Stones or valuables and realized he’d been duped, so in anger, he wanted the patient gone.
"That brat..." The patient was infuriated; they had agreed to split the loot, and the brat had fled alone.
Once healed, he wouldn’t let his companion off.
Clenching his teeth, he pointed to his belt.
"Doctor, don’t rush. I have money; check my belt, there’s a fine piece of jade inside. That’s surely worth a lot; see if it can cover my dical expenses. Please find a way to heal my hand."
"You should have said you had money earlier."
The doctor, hearing there was money to be made, hurriedly approached, pulling out the patient’s belt.
Earlier he had searched the patient inside out, finding nothing. Unexpectedly, sothing was hidden in his belt.
The patient’s belt had a hidden switch. Once pressed, it revealed a palm-sized hidden compartnt containing a piece of jade.
The doctor looked at the jade.
Shaped like a Phoenix Bird, the jade was flawless and exquisite, clearly valuable.
Such a fine piece, even if not a Spiritual Artifact, could still fetch a high price when sold to nobles fond of fine ornants.
"Kid, considering this jade, your dical fees for the past two days are settled. However, your hand injury is sothing not even an immortal can treat. Get soone to throw him out."
Finishing his sentence, the doctor prepared to pocket the jade and return to the clinic, unaware that suddenly a hand appeared before him, stopping his greedy gesture.
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