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  "Hey, hey, don't be so surprised, it's nothing special, just a medicine garden. Look at this one, some sects even use this as their sect headquarters. Bookworms also like to read:" Little Xia pointed to another miniature house and said.

  Mo Qingchen didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed tightly on the small box the size of a palm, saying in disbelief: "Is this really the Medicine Garden? How can the Medicine Garden be miniaturized?"

  Xiaoxia looked at Mo Qingchen with a puzzled expression and said, "This kind of item that can store objects must have an extremely special refining method, it's not something we can understand. Anyway, this is the Medicine Garden, it's just more convenient for some alchemists to carry around."

  Mo Qingchen smiled, he was indeed a frog at the bottom of the well. What had been a headache for him originally turned out to have a solution all along. If he hadn't followed Xiao Xia here today, he would probably still be staring at the treasure in distress.

  "One hundred and twenty pieces of Ling Stone..." Mo Qingchen glanced at the price tag next to him.

  "Tsk tsk, it's really expensive." Xiaoxia said with a smack of her lips.

  Mo Qingchen looked at the miniaturized medicine garden again and said, "Something so amazing, this price isn't expensive, right?"

  Xiaodao said, "For a medicine garden like this, 120 pieces of spirit stone are indeed not expensive, but it's also about right. Think about it, alchemists are originally rare, and most of them stay in their sects or families, where they have abundant spiritual energy and don't need this kind of medicine garden. As for the wandering cultivators outside, if they're not alchemists, who would spend such a large amount of spirit stone to buy this? They know that their cultivation is still not enough, and the spiritual medicine they grow can't be exchanged for spirit stones immediately."

  "That makes sense." Mo Qingchen murmured in response, his eyes never leaving the medicine garden.

  "Little sister, you're not thinking of buying this, are you?" Xia asked in surprise.

  Mo Qingchen nodded: "I want to buy one."

  "This thing is neither edible nor drinkable, what did you buy it for? You planted a spiritual medicine, who knows when it will be worth something in hundreds of years. It's better to sell wine and live a stable life." Xia said incredulously.

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said, "My grandfather is indeed a Dan-making master. We are currently renting our residence, so it's not convenient to cultivate spiritual herbs here, let alone this medicine garden. This medicine garden isn't for cultivating spiritual herbs to earn spirit stones, but rather because sometimes certain spiritual herbs need to be extremely fresh in order to be used in making Dans. Otherwise, how would Dan-making masters usually have their own medicine gardens?"

  "So your grandfather was an alchemist. No wonder, little sister, you're from a family of practitioners, aren't you?" Xia asked suddenly.

  Mo Qingchu glanced at him and remained silent.

  Xiaoxia waved her hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just think you guys don't look like ordinary loose cultivators."

  Mo Qingchen smiled: "Not at all, a loose cultivator like me who doesn't know anything is probably rare. Xiao Xiaoge, how many days will the auction of Qigui Pavilion last?"

  "Seven days, every time it's seven days." Xia said.

  In seven days, there was still time to collect spiritual stones. The spiritual stones obtained from selling spiritual wine in the past were barely enough for his own cultivation and grandfather's injury treatment. Until now, the two had no savings at all, and they were the most standard wandering cultivators.

  In the past few days, I haven't gone to sell wine. Moreover, a batch of newly brewed spiritual wine has just been released, so selling more in these few days can barely make up for some spiritual stones. However, this is also like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

  Mo Qingchu used his divine sense to carefully sweep through the storage bag and finally stopped at a small red sword.

  This red small sword is still the patriarch's grandfather's own magic weapon. Book fans also like to read:. Now it seems that the most valuable thing is this one.

  Originally, I had hoped that by the later stages, there would be ready-made magical tools to use, but now it seems that for the time being, this will have to do in an emergency.

  With a plan in mind, Mo Qingchen bid farewell to Xiao Xia and didn't go home or rush to the store. Instead, he went to the outer city to buy ordinary boys' clothes, and after dressing up, he looked like a delicate boy.

  Mo Qingchen still didn't know how to use the technique of changing one's appearance, and even if she did, this disguise would be seen through by a high-ranking cultivator. In that case, it was better to use the most primitive method of disguise. At her young age, it was actually easier for her not to be recognized.

  The shop opened by the Yao Guang Pai did not have any deceitful tricks, and Mo Qingchen was able to sell the red sword smoothly. However, as he turned back to look at the golden signboard of the shop, he couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

  The low-grade magic tools in the shop were mostly priced between 100 to 150 spirit stones, while his own red short sword was sold to the shop for only 80 spirit stones.

  Grandpa once said that this red small sword, although it's a lower-grade artifact, has quite good attack power. If I were to sell it at a stall, the price would definitely be higher, but that way, it's hard to avoid unnecessary trouble. Moreover, over a hundred spirit stones is a large sum of money, and it may not sell quickly. After thinking about it, selling it to a big merchant is the most convenient option, even if they lowball the price, there's nothing I can do about it.

  But this way, if you want to buy a portable medicine garden, it's still short of 40 spiritual stones. If selling wine can't make up for it, I'll have to ask Grandpa if he has any savings left.

  After returning, Mo Qingchen didn't stop to take a breath as he opened the newly brewed spiritual wine, mixed it with an appropriate amount of fine wine, and the flavor of the low-grade spiritual wine was immediately transformed. He then poured each one into small gourds, only finishing his busy work at midnight.

  Returned home with everything in order, Mo Qingchen once again laid down the Hidden Spirit Array and began cultivating.

  Time is precious, she didn't want to waste a single breath, the sooner she entered the middle stage of Qi refining, the greater the hope of saving her grandfather.

  On the second day, Mo Qingchen arrived at the town early in the morning.

  "Hey, Qingchen, it's been a while since I've seen you." The tea seller, Mr. Han, said with a smile as he saw Mo Qingchen hurrying over, his face still flushed from the dew.

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said, "Some things have been delayed."

  The young woman selling lingguo glanced over and said, "Aye, if you weren't coming, at least say something, now we have to clean up the mess for you."

  Mo Qingchen didn't respond and instead looked at Old Man Han.

  Mr. Han smiled and said, "That's the thing, you haven't been here for several days, but many people have come to buy wine. Seeing that you're not here, they don't want to leave empty-handed, so they always ask us when you'll be back."

  "It's really troubling you." Mo Qingchen said with a sweet smile.

  "No worries, no worries, hehe, Qingchen, you've brewed new wine again, right? Just let the old man have a taste later." said Mr. Han with a smile.

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said, "That's natural."

  The young woman snorted and nodded towards one side, saying: "Look, here comes another one."

  Mo Qingchu looked in the direction he was going and saw a man walking towards them.

  The man was quite tall, with a slightly thin build, wearing a gray outfit that hung loosely on his body, giving off an airy and otherworldly feel. Unfortunately, he had a very ordinary face, making it unlikely for anyone to remember him after seeing him.

  "This man has come twice already." Old Man Han said in a low voice.

  Mo Qingchen didn't have any impression of this person. Seeing the approaching figure stop in front of the wine stall, he habitually raised his head and smiled: "Buying Ling Wine?"

  The man was taken aback for a moment before saying: "Is that special spiritual wine stored in gourds sold here?"