Chapter 75: Clan Friend, Please Stay a While (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  As for his identity as the proud son of the Fengquan tribe, it was now useless in front of Su Ming. After some deliberation, Su Ming had mustered up the courage to go and look for Ou Sen.

  "Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, when the second trial is underway, I'll take advantage of the Wind Stream tribe's people focusing on the competition to go exchange for enough herbs." Su Ming thought to himself, putting away all the stone coins, not feeling their weight, and storing them in his bosom. Although his chest was bulging with the coins, the sense of satisfaction in his heart made him disregard this.

  After collecting the stone coins, Su Ming took out the small wooden box and opened it to look at the seven-leafed grass medicine inside. His eyes shone brightly as this object was just as important to him as the stone coins. He hadn't expected to obtain this item from Wu Sen. This was one of the two types of medicine that he had never seen before, which were required for refining the Nan Luo Powder.

  "It was originally called seven-leaf grass... Unfortunately, another herb is not available, otherwise it would be possible to try refining the Nan Li San. I wonder what kind of medicinal effect this powder has compared to Shan Ling." Su Ming looked at it a few more times before putting it away, and now his chest had many things hidden in it.

  But Su Ming was also helpless, there were too many things, and he could only carry them with him.

  Having tidied up everything, Su Ming sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. He didn't circulate his internal energy to cultivate his body but instead had the method of the Black Blood Dust Technique floating in his mind as he tried to cultivate it.

  This is the second kind of barbaric skill he can cultivate now, compared to the first kind of soul-eating skill, it has more lethality and does not require complexity.

  Time slowly slips away, a night without words.

  When the first ray of sunlight falls from the sky in the early morning, the entire Fengquan earthen castle seems to wake up from its sleep, and the sound of boiling slowly rises, swirling in all directions.

  Today, it's also a grand ceremony, and it's the second pass of the Great Trial! This pass tests not potential, but rather strength and speed related to one's cultivation. The place for the test is not in the Wind Gorge Mudstone City, but on the huge square at the foot of the Wind Gorge Mountain, where nine stone statues stand.

  It was almost dawn, and the people of various tribes living in Fengquan City had left one after another to go to the square. The Wushan tribe was no exception. Under the leadership of Liang Shou and Shan Hen, they brought Beiling, Leichen and Wula out of their residence, but there was no A Gong.

  Until everyone left and Su Ming also walked out of the room, he still didn't see Grandpa appear. Su Ming didn't know where Grandpa went, but after thinking about it, he didn't pay attention to this matter anymore. In his opinion, Grandpa should be with the Mo Family's Patriarch.

  After leaving his residence, Su Ming did not change his appearance. He discovered that the transformation tool given to him by Ah Gong was not completely at will, and for now, he could only maintain the appearance of Mo Su and the night when he snatched the source blood from Wu Sen's hand.

  As for the third form, even if it can be transformed, there will always be some inconsistencies in some places, and it is clear that this thing also has its limits. So he simply didn't change, but instead walked around in his own form in this muddy stone city, only to prepare a few animal skin shirts to wrap around his body, and even wrapped his head and face inside, revealing only his eyes.

  Although this appearance is somewhat strange, there are also many people in the earthen city who dress like this, and it's clear that they don't want to be remembered for their looks when trading.

  Walking in this windy and muddy city, there are fewer pedestrians in the city, most of whom have gone to the square to watch the second round of competition.

  Due to the significantly reduced number of people, apart from the few pedestrians on the streets, even the shops that traded and sold goods had very few customers. Su Ming walked along the street with a clear goal in mind. Over the past few days, although he was not entirely familiar with Fengyuan City, he already knew the locations of several trading shops.

  Especially a few, specializing in herbal medicine, is Su Ming's focus this time. At this moment, in front of him, there is such a shop, no name, just a small shop, inside only a Fengyuan ethnic person, lying on the table panting, seeing Su Ming come in, this person swept a glance, and hastily stood up.

  Before this person could speak, Su Ming opened his mouth with a hoarse voice and slowly spoke.

  "I want Luo Yunye, one hundred pieces!" Su Ming said, and the right hand hidden in his sleeve lightly tapped on the table, instantly revealing a white stone coin.

  The eyes of the Wind Zhen tribe people suddenly lit up, and for a guest like Su Ming, he was no longer surprised. He knew that such people generally did not want to be inquired about their identity, let alone introduce themselves as herbalists; their goals were very clear.

  Without any hesitation, the Fengquan tribe member immediately nodded and turned around to walk to the back of the house. Before long, he brought out a leather bag and placed it in front of Su Ming.

  Su Ming picked it up and opened it to take a glance, and found that they were all Luo Yun Ye, with a quantity of about one hundred pieces. This kind of herb is not easy to buy outside, and it's rare to have such a large quantity, but in Mudstone City, it's common.

  With the leather belt in hand, Su Ming turned around and left the shop. Using the same method, he walked out of more than a dozen shops, each buying a lot of Luo Yun Ye and also purchasing a considerable amount of other auxiliary medicinal herbs.

  He even bought some unnecessary herbs in his caution, so that if someone noticed, it would be hard to guess the purpose.

  More than 3,000 spirit stones were spent in less than half a day, leaving only over 1,000 remaining. This rate of spending made Su Ming feel heartache, but he had no choice. For the first time, he felt that refining the Dispersing Spirit Medicine would be very difficult to complete without sufficient financial support.

  "Alas, I have to save and save... This money is spent too quickly." Su Ming frowned, his body loaded with large and small packages, all of which were leather bags. There were too many things, giving him a headache, but he had no choice.

  "The purchases are almost done, first return to the residence and put away these herbs, then can again wander around this muddy stone city." Su Ming made up his mind and hurriedly walked towards Wu Shan's residence.

  Just a few steps out, Su Ming's footsteps suddenly paused slightly, his eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but quickly relaxed, and he continued walking forward with an unchanged expression.

  In front of him, there was an old man with a pointed mouth and chin. The old man lowered his head, seemingly thinking about something, with a pleased expression on his face, muttering to himself, and his right hand was in front of his body, pinching his fingers as if calculating.

  Su Ming walked away calmly, and as he brushed past the old man, he heard the old man muttering to himself.

  "We made a profit this time, a big one, all thanks to Mo Su. Otherwise, we would have lost a lot. What a good person he is, really a good person."

  Su Ming's heart remained unmoved, and he continued walking forward after brushing past the old man.

  But the old man walked out a few steps, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Su Ming's back, his eyes flashing across the large and small leather bags on Su Ming's body.

  "Hey, fellow tribesman, wait a minute." The old man immediately spoke up.

  Su Ming furrowed his brow and pretended he hadn't heard, but instead of stopping, he quickened his pace by a few steps.

  "Hey, fellow villager, stop right there!" The old man hurried over and blocked Su Ming's path, a familiar smile spreading across his face.

  Su Ming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and without saying a word, he was about to walk around from the side.

  The old man hastily retreated a few steps, his face still full of smiles, and quickly began to speak.

  "Friends, listen to me for a moment! I see you've bought so many things and must have walked through many shops, but here I have some good stuff that even those shops don't have!"

  Su Ming didn't pay attention and walked forward, but the old man didn't mind his attitude and kept following beside him, chattering incessantly.

  "Brother, don't be so indifferent! I really have something good here. Look at this herb, it may look ordinary, but you know about Mo Su, right? I'm telling you, Mo Su became famous in the first round because he ate my herb!" The old man said as he took out a handful of herbs from his bosom and waved them in front of Su Ming.

  Su Ming was annoyed by the old man's nagging, which was like a dog biting down and refusing to let go. He had experienced this before, but now that he encountered it again, it gave him a headache.

  "Don't you believe, fellow villager? Hehe, even if you don't believe me, I'll tell you anyway. Look at these herbs, aren't they beautiful with their colorful leaves? But let me tell you, it was this very herb that Ye Wang used at the critical moment."

  "And this, have you heard of Bi Su? This person was previously unknown, do you know why he became the fourth? I'll tell you, it's because...". The old man's arms seemed to be a bottomless pit, handful after handful of different herbs were taken out by him one after another, as if afraid that Su Ming wouldn't buy them, and he kept introducing them.

  "It's because you ate my herbal medicine, isn't it." Su Ming felt his ears buzzing, interrupting the conversation, and spoke in a cold tone.