Indeed.
This person is grateful, acts decisively, and is ruthless in his methods, making him a talent worth using.
Chen Ye put the remaining magical artifacts into his bag, intending to exchange them for Spirit Stones in the Peach Mountain District later.
Currently, he has very few Spirit Stones left, and this batch of magical artifacts will be useful in an emergency.
To become financially comfortable again, he must wait until the first batch of Qi Nourishing Pills is fully prepared.
The carriage was silent for a while, except for the rolling wheels grinding over the blue stone road of the market.
Mao Qingzhu closed her eyes to rest, having no interest in these ordinary magical artifacts.
Duan Ling, on the other hand, was carefully wiping the newly obtained magic sword, unable to hide his joy.
Soon, the carriage stopped before an elegantly quaint pavilion.
The plaque on the pavilion was adorned with three large characters - Herb Pavilion.
"We’ve arrived."
Chen Ye was the first to get off the carriage, followed closely by Duan Ling, who cautiously glanced around.
Mao Qingzhu exited last, gracefully sweeping her gaze over the surroundings; any movement could not escape her Divine Sense.
Though she appeared calm, she was inwardly cautious of the Demon Cultivators.
Demon Cultivators are often ruthless and unrestrained, lurking in the shadows, making them difficult to guard against.
At this moment, Mao Qingzhu vaguely worried that the Demon Cultivators might secretly target the two girls of Lisong Valley.
"However... Lisong Valley has the Mountain Protection Array and a fearless Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer protector; even Foundation Establishment Cultivators would find it hard to enter easily."
Mao Qingzhu pondered internally, ready to return to Lisong Valley without delay if anything unexpected happened.
Inside the Herb Pavilion, the scent of potions filled the air.
An old man in a gray robe was deeply engrossed in reading a book on herbs.
Upon seeing Chen Ye and his companions enter, he raised his eyelids and asked indifferently,
"Are you here to buy or sell medicine, my fellow Taoists?"
Before Chen Ye could respond, a familiar voice accompanied by hearty laughter came from the inner hall.
"Hahaha, I wondered who it was. Turns out it’s Steward Chen gracing us with his presence! Such a rare guest!"
Before the voice had even faded, a plump figure stepped out from behind the screen.
This person wore a luxurious brocade robe, with a round physique and a cordial smile on his face. It was the Fatty Steward, Liu Quan, who had much interaction with Chen Ye at the Herb Pavilion in the past.
Liu Quan quickly walked over when he saw Chen Ye, his small eyes squeezed by fat filled with delight.
"Taoist Friend Chen, since you have been promoted to Lisong Valley, you’ve left me waiting! Could it be that the Spirit Plants of Lisong Valley have matured?"
The old man in the gray robe, who originally attended to Chen Ye, showed a trace of discontent on his face but dared not say more upon seeing Liu Quan’s attitude, silently retreating to one side.
Clearly, Liu Quan’s status was above his.
"Steward Liu, it’s been a while." Chen Ye gracefully returned the greeting with a smile.
Having more friends opens more paths; he had a decent impression of Steward Liu.
Liu Quan’s gaze swept over Chen Ye’s companions, and upon seeing the refined Mao Qingzhu and the sharply spirited Duan Ling, his heart skipped a beat.
Well then!
It hasn’t been that long, yet Taoist Friend Chen has gained such notable people beside him!
One seems to be a Fairy from a noble family, while the other is evidently Duan Ling, known in the Moon Rhinoceros Lake District.
It seems Taoist Friend Chen’s circumstances have changed vastly since his promotion.
Liu Quan’s smile grew even more sincere, quickly gesturing, "Taoist Friend Chen, please, come inside! Surely you are here because the Spirit Plants of Lisong Valley have matured, correct? Let me have a look!"
Chen Ye nodded, following Liu Quan into the inner hall alone.
Inside the hall, the fragrance of potions was even more potent.
Looking around, four tall Pill Furnaces were ablaze with pill fires.
Stewards drenched in sweat were busy crafting various pills, while numerous Outer Sect disciples rushed about, either observing or delivering medicinal herbs.
"Hmm? Isn’t that Steward Chen?"
A thin steward squinted his mouse-like eyes, expressing astonishment.
This person was the thin Steward, Ma Jun.
He thought for a moment and suddenly realized that Chen had been in Lisong Valley for over a month and might be delivering the first batch of Spirit Plants.
Reflecting on this, he silently regretted his previous skepticism about Liu Quan’s currying favor.
Believing Chen Ye wouldn’t fare well under Wei Cheng’s leadership in Lisong Valley.
Who would have thought this person would manage Lisong Valley so successfully and receive an excellent rating, drawing many Spirit Plant Stewards from the sect interested in observing Lisong Valley.
"Steward Ma, it’s been a while."
Chen Ye’s divine sense was strong, and recognizing the steward instantly, he greeted with a bow.
"Ha... haha, congratulations to Steward Chen for managing well, with prospects for future promotion."
Ma Jun hadn’t expected Chen Ye to greet him, considering his previous cold attitude towards Chen Ye.
Suddenly feeling flattered, he hurriedly returned the salute with respect.
"I need to hand over the Spirit Plants with Steward Liu, so I won’t disturb you further. If time permits, we’ll chat another day."
Chen Ye nodded with a smile and followed Liu Quan to the second floor.
"Sure, sure."
Ma Jun nodded repeatedly, relieved.
He had wondered if Chen Ye, now in power, would come to the Herb Pavilion to confront him...
As it turns out, he was judging a gentleman with his own petty heart.
"Steward Ma."
Beside him, an Outer Sect disciple quietly tugged at Ma Jun’s sleeve and whispered.
"Before, now that Steward Chen is here for the Spirit Plant handover, the Wei Family’s message..."