Thirty-Nine Ginseng Roots Bring in a Million Taels

"Wild mountain ginseng!" Meng Yun uttered softly from her red lips.

"Very well, please wait a moment." The waiter replied, thumping his way upstairs.

On the second floor, the shopkeeper bowed his head as he reported to a young man sitting in a chair. "Young Master, this order is certainly attractive, but with such a large quantity, I fear we may struggle to fulfill it. The cheaper, common medicinal herbs are one thing, but for these lingzhi mushrooms and ginseng, the demand is too high and there are specific requirements for their age. No matter how great the profit, I worry we lack the capacity."

"I'm not pregnant, so what is there to fear? I just want to enhance my bust," Mother Ni replied dismissively.

After walking for some time, Yue Tanxi felt a bit tired and slowly returned to her room to rest.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuan sprinted to the riverbank and plunged into the water without hesitation. With a splash, he submerged himself; the three-foot-deep water barely concealed his figure, but for him, that was enough.

In critical moments, one still had to rely on Dumbledore. The old man was well-advanced in years and possessed the Elder Wand; bored to death, he loved studying things others knew nothing about. Although Mr. Crouch of the Ministry of Magic was famous for his mastery of many languages, in reality, Dumbledore knew no fewer than Crouch.

Zhang Yuan sat at the stone table in the courtyard, eating breakfast while enjoying a massage from Yuting. After Zhang Yuan’s brazen behavior the day before, the relationship between them had grown much closer.

The wealthy loli’s expression was quite ugly. She had just been hit by two curses herself; although the health drained by the bombardment was not much, it was enough to give her a massive fright.

The sword light pierced directly through the head of a ferocious snow wolf, which fell to the ground before it could even let out a whimper.

Helpless, everyone had to slow their pace once again, advancing steadily toward the front.

Just as the last monster was eliminated, Baal, seated upon his throne, suddenly let out a hair-raising laugh.

Qin Xie opened her beautiful eyes wide and lowered her gaze, her long, curled lashes hiding the deep emotions buried within her pupils.

"Of course not. We don't want to be third wheels! Yuanyuan, let’s go; let's go shopping and buy snacks. My treat at KFC!" Kaixuan shook her head violently and pulled Yuanyuan away.

"Look, you had no trouble leading the entire million-strong army of the Nether Demon Clan as Zheng Yao in your past life. A few hundred thousand in the lower realm won't tire you to death," Ling Han said, his handsome face filled with sincerity.

The three of them watched, stunned. "You'll really do anything?" Kaixuan asked, looking at the sisters skeptically.

While packing, Bai Chengxuan called Qianxi to ask what time his flight was, and Qianxi told him.

"You don't need to apologize to me. I brought this upon myself, and it was all my own choice. That's enough; as I said, just act as if nothing happened. We are still good friends, right?" Bai Chengxuan said.

Before long, Murong Luomo’s phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw it was her mother. Her heart skipped a beat—could they really have gone bankrupt?

"Xinyu, what are you bringing?" Asking a foodie is never reliable, so I shifted my target.

The Heaven-Evading Treasure Garment was covered in a layer of fine black scales, much like those of a snake. It looked plain and unremarkable, yet it was as light as if it weighed nothing at all, rippling noticeably in the heat waves of the campfire. Even a Great Demon King at the half-step Chaos Ancient Immortal level could not discern its mysteries.

"Hi..." she said foolishly. Aside from the terrifying silence in the air, there was the heavy stench of blood; everything combined was enough to make one’s legs go weak and trigger nausea.

Shen Mingle brushed the white snow from her face and looked at Shen Mingxuan, sobbing; it seemed she had been wronged.

"Are you saying..." Seeing Nangong Feng's expression, Yan Jian knew exactly what he was thinking. He pondered it carefully; indeed, that was the only possibility.