Chapter 72
It wasn't until the crimson-clad girl and the Four-eyed Crimson monkey's figures vanished completely from his sight that Lu Xuan finally let go of his worries.
"The disciples from the sect are truly remarkable. Whether it's the girl's own cultivation or the peculiar spirit pet she keeps, they both display a distinct aura unlike that of wandering cultivators."
Lu Xuan sighed inwardly. The red-clad girl, almost his age, was already at the advanced stage of Qi cultivation. She could discern the extraordinary aspects of the tracking demon, something that others might overlook.
There's always someone beyond, and something beyond that. The appearance of the red-clad girl instantly calmed Lu Xuan's restlessness, which had grown due to his continuous improvement in cultivation.
As for the possibility that the four-eyed red demon might have been drawn by the Crimson Cloud Pine in his storage bag, Lu Xuan merely speculated. He didn't have any intention to actively offer it as a gift.
He arrived at the Hundred Herbs Hall with his Cloud-Stepping Lynx.
In the hall rich with the scent of medicine, over a dozen attendants bustled around while Steward He leaned comfortably on a redwood chair.
"Lu kid, did you manage the treatment of those mutated spirit plants from the last time? How many were cured this time?"
Seeing Lu Xuan, the slender old man lazily inquired.
"Seven of the first-grade ones healed, one of the second-grade ones died, and one is still under treatment."
Lu Xuan took out the seven first-grade spirit plants from his storage bag.
All were of inferior or ordinary quality. After a rough estimation by Steward He, they settled on a deal, purchasing the seven spirit plants for a price of a hundred and fifty spirit stones.
"Thanks, Elder He!"
Lu Xuan received a hundred and fifty spirit stones with a beaming smile from the old man.
"Someday, I'll bring you some spirit beast meat and good spirit wine to show my appreciation, Elder."
"Tch!"
Steward He lightly clicked his tongue and chuckled, "You, lad, never miss an opportunity, huh? Planning to bring me spirit wine and beast meat? Just fanciful things!"
"Haha! You know me too well, Elder!"
Lu Xuan's thick skin had been honed over time. He wouldn't easily be caught off guard like that, laughing while giving a thumbs-up to Steward He.
"Are you Lu Xuan?" she looked at the young man before her, natural and composed, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"Yes," Lu Xuan replied with a smile.
"With such remarkable talent in nurturing spirit plants, are you not considering joining Hundred Herbs Hall?"
"As soon as you enter the Hall, you'll be granted management rights over a garden, where several spirit planters will be at your command."
"Moreover, whether it's spirit stones, artifacts, cultivation techniques, or even spiritual partners, the Hall will provide if you desire."
"What do you think?"
Her voice was clear, but it carried a strong enticing force.
Lu Xuan lowered his head slightly, as if contemplating.
After a brief moment, he raised his head, speaking firmly.
"Apologies, Elder He. I'm accustomed to a lazy and unrestrained life; I can't bear even a bit of restriction. I'd prefer to stick to our original cooperation model."
"As long as the Hall provides me with spirit seeds or saplings as agreed upon, the spirit plants I cultivate will still be prioritized for sale to Hundred Herbs Hall."
Although He Yuntong's proposal was highly tempting, Lu Xuan seemed to weigh his options but didn't hesitate in reality.
The white glow orb was his biggest chance. While nurturing spirit plants independently was fine, joining Hundred Herbs Hall would subject him to constant constraints and risks, which he preferred to avoid.
"If that's your determination,
I won't force it anymore."
The elegant girl's tone shifted.
"However, I believe we can engage in deeper cooperation. If you wholeheartedly devote yourself to cultivating spirit plants for the Hall, we can provide you with ample opportunities to cultivate second-grade spirit plants and even let you experiment with third-grade ones."
Lu Xuan glanced at He Yuntong, seeing a familiar face he often encountered in his past lifethe face that clearly read: "Painting a Picture."
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