Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 31: I Want to Eat Spiritual Mastiff Meat
Qiu Zhihe said without hesitation, "Just agree to it."
Qin Gengyun reminded, "Taoist Friend Qiu, for two hundred bags of Clear Wind Powder, at least forty high-grade Clear Spirit Grass are needed."
Qiu Zhihe took a small sip of porridge, and said lightly, "Starting tomorrow, I’ll give you ten each day, four days will be enough."
Qin Gengyun was stunned for a moment, and said, "But even with enough Clear Spirit Grass, I really have no confidence in refining two hundred bags of Clear Wind Powder within ten days."
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, "If you can refine one bag in thirty-five breaths, why worry about not being able to finish in ten days?"
Qin Gengyun, mouth agape, said angrily, "Taoist Friend Qiu, how can you slander someone out of thin air?!"
One hour later.
After experiencing three spans of thirty-five breaths.
Qiu Zhihe turned her back on him, ignoring him, Qin Gengyun sighed.
No matter, if I can extend from thirty breaths to thirty-five, then I can go from thirty-five to a full incense stick of time!
Believe in yourself, you can do it!
Qiu Zhihe breathed evenly, seemingly asleep, while illusory text appeared before Qin Gengyun’s eyes:
[Name: Qin Gengyun]
[Lifespan: 35/40]
[Cultivation: Qi Cultivation, Third-Layer, 11/500]
[Skills: First Tier Alchemist, 44/200]
[Spirit Root: Fire Spirit Root (Lower Grade, 51/100), Ice Spirit Root (Lower Grade, 57/100)]
[Available Cultivation Points: 9]
Three times of dual cultivation achieved 9 points, the Fire Spirit Root increased by 6 points, and the Ice Spirit Root increased by 7 points.
Qin Gengyun still allocated all 9 points to his Alchemy Master Realm, and his attribute panel became:
[Skills: First Tier Alchemist, 53/200]
One step closer to becoming a Second Tier Alchemist, tomorrow I’ll go to Pill Talisman Tower to take on these two hundred bags of Clear Spirit Grass.
Opportunities like this are hard to come by, must give it a try.
Also, the neighbor Meng Yu remains an unstable factor, I need to think of a way.
Unknowingly, Qin Gengyun fell into a deep sleep.
p.m.
Night fell silent.
Willow Smoke Lane.
Three black-robed men, just pulled out of bed by the pain of heart-devouring, kneeled in front of a tall, voluptuous red-haired female cultivator.
"Senior, what do you command?"
The red-haired female cultivator’s voice was ethereal:
"Recently, I’ve been wanting to eat Spiritual Mastiff meat. Get it for me within three days."
...
The next day.
Qin Gengyun went out and encountered the neighbor’s Dao companion, Chen Fang, who quietly reminded:
"Taoist Friend Qin, that Taoist Friend Meng holds grudges, his Spiritual Mastiff is fierce, you and your wife should be careful."
Qin Gengyun nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, I will be staying home for the next few days, I won’t allow my wife to be harassed again."
As Qin Gengyun walked away, Chen Fang said to Zhang Chengdao with surprise:
"Husband, since when has Taoist Friend Qin become so unafraid of things?"
In the past, when encountering such situations, Qin Gengyun would definitely back off, even going to Meng Yu to seek reconciliation.
But now Qin Gengyun behaved so firmly, Chen Fang found it hard to get used to.
Zhang Chengdao watched Qin Gengyun’s back and suddenly said:
"Taoist Friend Qin seems to be at the third layer of Qi Cultivation."
Qin Gengyun arrived at Pill Talisman Tower, Shopkeeper Tong smiled and cupped his hands as he entered:
"Taoist Friend Qin, have you given it some thought?"
Qin Gengyun said, "Shopkeeper Tong, I’ve taken this order, I’ll deliver it in ten days."
"Great!" Shopkeeper Tong invited Qin Gengyun inside, summoned someone to bring out the Spirit Contract, a large talisman paper nine inches long and six inches wide, detailing the agreement for Qin Gengyun to deliver two hundred bags of high-quality Clear Wind Powder to Pill Talisman Tower within ten days.
This is a common contract used for trades between cultivators.
If one party does not comply, they will suffer a backlash, harming their cultivation.
Of course, such contracts are only effective for cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Realm, higher-tier cultivators have different binding methods.
Shopkeeper Tong explained: "Taoist Friend Qin, Pill Talisman Tower will give you a deposit of 15 Spirit Stones. If you fail to complete the agreed terms on time, you will have to compensate us with 20 Spirit Stones. Review it and if there are no issues, let’s sign and seal it."
Qin Gengyun carefully reviewed the Spirit Contract’s content, nodded, and then signed and sealed it.
Shopkeeper Tong promptly had someone bring 15 Spirit Stones, and without further delay, Qin Gengyun took his copy of the Spirit Contract and left.
He first went to Spirit Pill Workshop; by 7 a.m., as expected, there weren’t many people there. Qin Gengyun found Fang Chao and informed him that he wouldn’t be coming to the workshop for a few days, requesting that if anything happens, he should notify him promptly.
Then, he quickly returned to Narrow Rain Lane, body gradually tensing, with the Thunder Pill clutching in hand.
However, the alley was very quiet, Meng Yu and that fierce mastiff weren’t guarding in front of his house, Qin Gengyun sighed in relief.
Returning home, he found the bronze furnace had already been moved from the kitchen to the outside room.
The rental house was cramped, and a bronze furnace took up half of the outside room; the bed was tightly against the Pill Furnace, and the table had been moved into the kitchen.
"Taoist Friend Qiu?"
Qin Gengyun called out once, but Qiu Zhihe was not home. He was somewhat worried, had Meng Yu already come to harass?
Just as he was about to go out to search, the door opened, and Qiu Zhihe walked in from outside.
Today, she had changed into a new outfit, a short jacket with chrysanthemum patterns, the collar one inch above her chest, covered by a black silk coat, hair styled in a married woman’s bun, with a White Jade Lotus Hairpin inserted.
Though a common outfit for married female cultivators, combined with Qiu Zhihe’s youthful appearance and voluptuous figure, it exuded a seductively dignified allure.
No wonder Meng Yu, in a drunken state, had come knocking; Qiu Zhihe was just too enticing.
"Taoist Friend Qiu, where did you go? Did Meng Yu come to harass you again?"
Qin Gengyun asked Qiu Zhihe with concern.
Qiu Zhihe walked into the house, circled past the bronze furnace, and came to Qin Gengyun:
"I went next door to ask Taoist Friend Chen how to stew meat soup."
"Stewing meat soup?" Qin Gengyun was stunned, and Qiu Zhihe continued:
"I’ve moved the Pill Furnace out; for the next few days, I’ll be stewing meat in the kitchen while you refine pills outside, don’t disturb me."
"..." Qin Gengyun really wanted to say that "don’t disturb me" seemed like something he should be saying to her, but he thought better of it and smiled, "Alright, stewing meat is important."
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, took out ten stalks of Clear Spirit Grass from her sleeve, "Here."
Qin Gengyun was surprised, "So soon?"
Qiu Zhihe ignored him, went straight to the kitchen, and scooped out two taels of Spirit Rice from the rice jar, preparing to cook porridge.
Qin Gengyun followed her into the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Taoist Friend Qiu, have I acted too rashly? Refining two hundred bags of Clear Wind Powder in ten days is really challenging, and I don’t even have a Spirit Fan Medicine Attendant, alas."
While washing the rice, Qiu Zhihe glanced back at him, "It’s just First Grade Pills, why need a Spirit Fan Medicine Attendant?"
"But..." Qin Gengyun opened his mouth, intending to say more, Qiu Zhihe interjected:
"If you realize the urgency, why are you wasting time here?"
"..."
Qin Gengyun was speechless for a moment, then cupped his hands:
"Taoist Friend Qiu is right, I’m going to refine pills now!"
He then returned to the outside room and sat cross-legged in front of the bronze furnace.
Soon, a roaring fire ignited inside the Pill Furnace, and in the kitchen, the stove fire lit simultaneously.
The medicinal aroma of the Clear Spirit Grass extract and the fragrance of the Spirit Porridge drifted through the narrow room, intertwined, and eventually fused together.
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