Translator: Cinder Translations
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Song Wen released his aura, pushing back the cultivators outside the shop, then turned to the burly female cultivator to inquire about the situation in Yishan Ridge.
Zhou Siyi also asked a few questions, though what she was most concerned about was the source of the "Demon Spirit Grass."
If she could continuously acquire Demon Spirit Grass, she could refine large amounts of Dragon Strength Pills to feed to the Shadow Gu, boosting their strength.
According to the burly female cultivator, there were not many Demon Spirit Grass plants in her shop—only a few. These plants were obtained from Daoist Fu Mei.
This made Song Wen and Zhou Siyi somewhat hopeful for Daoist Fu Mei's arrival.
It seemed that Xiao Si had used some method, as within an hour, he actually managed to bring Fu Mei to the shop.
Fu Mei, who was revered as a fairy, certainly did not look the part.
She was only slightly shorter than the burly female cultivator, standing just under eight feet tall, with a broad and muscular build. Her appearance was rough, with large eyes like bronze bells, exuding a formidable presence.
This made Song Wen believe the burly female cultivator's words that Fu Mei was indeed her aunt.
Fu Mei glanced at the burly female cultivator kneeling on the ground before turning her spiritual sense towards Song Wen and Zhou Siyi.
Zhou Siyi's aura was concealed by her veil, so Fu Mei was unable to detect anything. However, she could sense that Song Wen's cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.
"Fellow Daoist, you seem unfamiliar. You are not a local cultivator, are you?" Fu Mei's deep voice rang out.
"I'm new to Yishan Ridge and hope that Daoist Fu Mei can offer some guidance," Song Wen said with a smile.
"Not at all, not at all," Fu Mei nodded slightly.
She then turned her attention to the burly female cultivator, pointing at her and saying, "My niece is reckless and has offended you. I apologize on her behalf. Please do not hold it against her."
It seemed that, on the way here, she had already learned the details of the incident from Xiao Si.
Song Wen replied, "Since Daoist Fu Mei has personally stepped forward to intercede, I will certainly give her face. However, your niece is acting arrogantly and domineeringly. An apology alone may not be enough to resolve this matter."
Fu Mei asked, "What would fellow Daoist require in order to let her off?"
Song Wen said, "I will not make things difficult for Daoist Fu Mei, but I need a batch of Demon Spirit Grass."
A smile appeared on Fu Mei's rough face.
"Some Demon Spirit Grass, I can still manage to obtain," she said, raising her large hand and holding up two fingers.
"Twenty plants of Demon Spirit Grass, as compensation for my niece's actions."
Though twenty plants sounded like a decent amount, according to the market price within the Beastmaster Sect, their value wouldn't even reach two thousand low-grade spirit stones. Song Wen didn't care for such a trivial sum.
What mattered more was that this amount of grass was not enough for Zhou Siyi to refine the pills she needed.
"You misunderstand, fellow Daoist. I don't want your compensation. I wish to purchase Demon Spirit Grass from you—eight hundred low-grade spirit stones per plant, and at least one hundred plants per year."
Each batch of Dragon Strength Pills required one Demon Spirit Grass, and each batch would produce four pills.
However, Zhou Siyi couldn't always succeed in refining them. She had only a 60% success rate.
This meant that with one hundred plants, Zhou Siyi could refine two hundred and forty pills, and by mixing in some Mysterious Dew Flowers, she could feed the Shadow Gu enough for a year.
Fu Mei smiled faintly, but the smile on her coarse face made it seem somewhat unsettling.
"So, it seems you want to do business with me. I welcome that. However, the price of eight hundred low-grade spirit stones is a bit low."
"How much do you want?" Song Wen asked.
"Two thousand low-grade spirit stones," Fu Mei replied.
Song Wen shook his head, "Demon Spirit Grass is not worth that much."
"The amount of Demon Spirit Grass you require can only be produced by my Qingluo Mountain in Yishan Ridge," Fu Mei said with a smile that seemed more like a smirk, clearly confident that Song Wen had no choice but to agree.
Song Wen also revealed a faint smile on his face.
"It seems that fellow Daoist no longer wishes to save your niece."
Fu Mei's gaze turned cold, and she sternly said, "Fellow Daoist, do you really intend to take action against my niece in front of me?"
"Those who offend me must naturally pay a price," Song Wen said with a cold sneer. "Moreover, you are not qualified to call me a fellow Daoist."
"Hmph! Arrogant!"
Fu Mei snorted coldly, her figure shifting as she raised her hand and struck a palm toward Song Wen.
She was a body cultivator with extraordinary physical strength. With only a distance of two zhang between them, she had an absolute advantage in such close quarters.
This palm was infused with all her strength, and the force of it created a powerful sonic boom as it cut through the air.
Song Wen sighed helplessly. He had hoped to resolve things peacefully and negotiate a deal, but it seemed the other party was intent on seeking their own death.
He casually threw a punch to meet her palm.
Fu Mei was initially mocking Song Wen for attempting to take her strike with just his body, but the mockery quickly faded from her eyes, replaced by pure shock.
A tremendous force, like that of a mountain splitting apart, radiated from Song Wen's fist.
Fu Mei felt as if a mountain had crashed into the palm of her hand.
Her pride in her powerful body seemed utterly insignificant in the face of this immense strength.
Her entire left arm exploded in an instant, blood mist erupting as meat and bone fragments scattered in all directions, piercing through the burly female cultivator and Xiao Si, creating hundreds of holes in them, reducing them to a puddle of flesh.
As for Fu Mei, her severed arm caused her to be blasted backward like she had been struck by a wild beast.
She flew several zhang before slamming into a black barrier.
It was unknown when, but a black barrier had risen in the shop.
This barrier was formed by the Qi of the Gui Yuan Qi. After Song Wen entered the Nascent Soul stage, the defensive strength of this Qi had diminished, nowhere near as formidable as the blood waves of the Blood Sea Seal.
However, it was more than enough to trap and kill Golden Core cultivators or block the view of outside cultivators.
Fu Mei coughed up a large amount of blood, her internal organs severely damaged. The strike had left her with grievous injuries, and her internal organs were a mess.
She looked at Song Wen in horror. "Senior, I was blind and did not recognize Mount Tai. Please, show mercy."
At this moment, Fu Mei finally understood Song Wen's words, "You're not qualified to call me a fellow Daoist."
The other party was not a mere Golden Core cultivator—he was a Nascent Soul cultivator. Otherwise, she would not have been so helpless.
"Only now are you begging for mercy? Don't you think it's a bit too late?" Song Wen said, turning to Zhou Siyi.
"Senior Sister, you should step outside for a moment. I have some matters to take care of."
Zhou Siyi nodded but did not immediately leave. Instead, she continued what she was doing.
After Fu Mei made her move on Song Wen, Zhou Siyi started collecting the spiritual herbs in the shop and the five thousand low-grade spirit stones on the floor.
She knew that once the two of them started fighting, these things would no longer be safe.
With her full efforts, most of the spirit stones and spiritual herbs were collected, and there was minimal damage.
Zhou Siyi did not question Song Wen about what he intended to do after sending her out. Once she had secured the herbs, she stepped toward the Gui Yuan Qi barrier.
The moment her body touched the barrier, which had been as hard as iron, it suddenly became as soft as flowing water, allowing her to pass through with ease.
TL/N: Ah, it's not often you get to see Song Wen bullying others.
(End of the Chapter)
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