The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 83 - 71 The First Income

The two arrived at a secluded spot before he inquired, "Aren’t these two dicines just the most basic elixirs? How co they are so effective?" He then recalled the mysterious cultivator who had once been behind her. "Could it be the leisure creation of that Mr.?" He didn’t believe that a cultivator would go out of their way to craft re mortal dicines after having their fill.

It seems Brother Deng knows the cultivators’ traits all too well. However, "that Mr.," though not human, also wouldn’t deign to practice making such minor dicines. Ning Xiaoxian chuckled to herself, but retained a serious expression as she spoke: "No, these were practice works when I followed him to learn alchemy. My teacher said the dicinal effects could resolve most common poisons, so I dared to offer them openly. These two dicine pills may seem ordinary, but I’ve mixed in a few new dicinal herbs, hence their remarkable effects."

Deng Hao was stunned upon hearing this, and his first reaction was disbelief. Why would a cultivator take a mortal girl as an alchemy disciple? In her entire life, she could not conjure her Innate True Fire, nor refine Immortal Elixirs. Cultivating this girl would be a complete waste of ti. But looking at Ning Xiaoxian’s face, she did not appear to be lying.

Perhaps that cultivator still had a trace of pity, thinking of her, a frail maiden about to embark on a westward journey of thousands of miles to find her kin, and taught her a skill for self-protection?

He set aside his thoughts and focused on what mattered: "Do you still have these dicines? I’d like to purchase so." Since she said she made them herself, surely she could produce a steady supply. Both dicines were basic, and the ingredients could be bought from any ordinary dicine shop.

She had been waiting for this question for quite a while: "Of course, I do. How much would you like? I also have superior quality golden sore dicine, Brother Deng, might you also be interested in trying so?"

Deng Hao couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Ning Xiaoxian had been too honest on this journey; he had almost forgotten this girl’s skill at bargaining - quite the potential for a shrewd rchant!

Whereas most mortals of the ti still prioritized agriculture over comrce, Ning Xiaoxian had an open mind and didn’t shy away from doing business to make money. She pretended to reach into her bosom, but in reality retrieved a box of golden sore dicine from her storage bag and handed it to Deng Hao.

Upon seeing the box for the dicine, he let out a soft "hmm" of surprise, clearly astonished. When the girl demonstrated how to extract dicine from the container, he couldn’t help but nod in admiration. This type of external injury dicine was a common commodity, widely sold but not expensive. Alchemists usually carelessly chose any container to hold it – why be so ticulous? So even used bottles, but for those injured, how inconvenient it is to extract ointnt from a bottle?

He had yet to test this dicine’s effectiveness, but just from seeing the box, he knew that Ning Xiaoxian was ticulous and thoughtful. It’s well known that an alchemist’s skills can further deepen daily with talent and diligence, but "compassion," such a thing, cannot be refined no matter what.

He took the box, opened it to look inside, and sniffed it, then waved to call over the whistle, saying, "Go catch a live animal. Make it a live one."

The whistle nodded, disappeared into the woods, and was out of sight in no ti. Deng Hao turned to Ning Xiaoxian and apologized, "Do not take offense; it is better to test the effectiveness of the dicine." Ning Xiaoxian would rather have him draw a large crowd to promote her under the public gaze, so she smiled and shook her head to indicate she didn’t mind.

The whistle was swift. In less than two quarters of ti, he returned, bringing back a wild piglet about four months old. It was genuinely a wild beast, not a demon, and lively and unhard, its mouth and four legs only bound by rope.

By this ti, most of the camp’s crowd had dispersed to their own affairs, but seeing the whistle bring back a live creature, indicating so excitent to watch, they began to gather again. Even Mr. Yan quietly secured a good spot, ready to see what the next spectacle was going to be.

Deng Hao whipped out his longsword and made a long cut on the front leg of the wild pig. The wound was about four fingers deep, and blood gushed out imdiately. The pig squealed in pain, but sadly, with its mouth tied, its cries were muffled. He scooped up Ning Xiaoxian’s golden sore dicine and applied it evenly across the wound to observe the result.

Many in the crowd had a keen sense of sll and imdiately sensed that the fragrance of this dicine was different from the golden sore dicine they carried on themselves, and they grew curious.

Deng Hao was genuinely interested in seeing the dicinal effect; if he had struck the wild pig’s throat with his sword, the blood would have spurted out, making any golden sore dicine useless. But just monts after Ning Xiaoxian’s dicine was applied to the wound, people began to notice the difference; first of all, the dicine didn’t wash away with the blood.