Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

In the stall block specially set up by the Youxiong clan, Yan Fang was shaking a rough jade bottle in his hand.

"Since you like it, this bottle of Moon Dew can be considered a gift for meeting you, right?"

Yuling's words echoed in Yanfang's mind, and he sighed in his heart that Yuling was really willing to work hard for her sweetheart.

There is only one drop of moon dew in this bottle, but it is very valuable. It is more valuable than the thin porridge that Xuan has been cooking in the past few days. Even the lower quality moon dew is worth a hundred spirit shells.

This moon dew is made from the essence of moonlight condensed by the Jade Spirit. It is full of gentle vitality and can be used to improve cultivation, heal injuries and restore spirits when swallowed. It can also be used to refine pills. It can be called a panacea in the cultivation world and one of the circulating currencies in the cultivation world. No one would think that they have too much of this stuff.

Yu Ling can only condense one drop of Moon Dew every 49 days. The dozens of bottles of Moon Dew on her stall are the accumulation of her sisters over the past year, and they want to exchange them for some suitable resources for cultivation. In other words, Yu Ling herself has no more than eight bottles of Moon Dew.

"With my current energy and spirit, I can only use the Qi-gazing ability for about ten minutes a day. But with this Jade Dew, one drop can replenish me for about an hour, which should be enough for me to go around the market."

Yan Fang pondered, because the previous danger made him realize that he couldn't just rely on others. It was impossible to take things step by step in this primitive world. Without strength, an accident could destroy him.

Therefore, Yan Fang decided to take advantage of the fact that Xuan, the main character, was still around and select opportunities to seize them. It would be best if he could gather all the opportunities here and return to the Western Han Dynasty.

If he can't get them all together, he can also find some magical weapons to protect himself and increase his means of dealing with the enemy. At least he can buy a few bottles of Moon Dew to keep himself, right?

"It's a pity that Yue Ling said that their method of condensing is a racial talent, otherwise I would also like to condense some moon dew for storage."

Yan Fang had not yet set foot in the world of cultivation in the later generations, and he did not know Yue Lu.

According to Yue Ling, this method of condensing moon dew was created by a goddess in ancient times who was proficient in the way of creation. After several generations of improvements, this method was hidden in the moonlight by the Demon Queen, leaving it for the demon spirits with predestined relationship. Most of the methods obtained from the moonlight are exclusive to specific demon tribes and cannot be passed on to others or other demon tribes.

Otherwise, the sun, moon and stars are scattered throughout the three realms, and there are many inheritances in them. With so many acquired demon races in the human gathering places, the human race would not have failed to figure out a suitable method of practice for so many years.

Yu Ling was able to figure out the method of condensing moon dew from the moonlight. In addition to her extraordinary talent, it was also related to the fact that she was a rabbit. In Yan Fang's memory, the moon was the nest of rabbits and toads, and the Queen Demon seemed to be a rabbit as well.

"Well, the plan is perfect. Now all I have to do is find a reason to get Xuan and the others to give me a share of the sales."

When Yan Fang finalized the plan and was about to discuss it with Xuan and the others, he discovered that a dispute had occurred on Xuan's side.

"What kind of garbage is this?"

"That's right, Xuan, what do you think of our clan's stall?"

A muscular young woman was pointing at the things that Yan Fang asked Xuan to bring and shouting. Xuan and Qing had ugly expressions on their faces.

When Yan Fang saw this scene, his eyes lit up and he felt that his wish had come true. He immediately called Que Ling to follow him, pretended to be a cultivator, walked forward, and inserted himself in front of the few people.

"Gentlemen, I think these things are rare treasures in the world. How can there be a problem? I think you two have a problem with your vision, right?"

There was a spiritual light rippling around Yan Fang's body and a spiritual bird accompanying him from behind. At first glance, he looked quite extraordinary.

"Who are you? How dare you..."

The woman didn't even look at him and blurted out words of contempt, but before she could finish her words, she was stopped by the middle-aged man next to her.

"Lan, calm down."

The middle-aged man spoke in a hoarse but steady voice. He patted the woman on the shoulder, motioning her to look carefully before speaking. The woman immediately calmed down.

"I am the spear expert in the tribe. She is my niece. Who are you? Why are you in our tribe's booth?"

The man was surprised to see that he looked quite extraordinary. He was considered an old man in the tribe and had long bet on Xuan's elder brother Chi. Because he was dissatisfied with Xuan who had become more prominent in recent days, he allowed Lan to find excuses to belittle Xuan.

He didn't expect that after just a few days of not seeing each other, Xuan not only had the son of the Fire Feather Clan's chief by his side, but also a guy who looked like a cultivator. Qing was incompetent, so he could ignore him, but he could not ignore the cultivator.

As far as he felt, the guy in front of him was very fragile and the type that could be knocked down with one punch. But he was a cultivator after all, and he had many more methods than them. Moreover, he spoke so arrogantly and confidently, so he must have the confidence.

"Painter, Yan Fang."

Yan Fang saw that the two men seemed to be shocked for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh at the reputation of the practitioners. The human race has been pursuing the path of cultivation for tens of millions of years, so they are naturally inferior to the practitioners.

One should be more high-profile in life. At least on the surface, these people will not do anything to him. As for the secret tricks, these themselves are in conflict with Xuan. Since Yan Fang is with Xuan, such things are unavoidable.

Moreover, with his identity as a painter, if he kept a low profile he would be looked down upon. It would be better for him to raise his status while Xuan was protecting him.

Sometimes, if you beg for care and try to show your value by doing so, the other person will not look upon you with high regard. Only if you have your own reputation and achievements will the other person truly care about you, or at least will not abandon you when you are in danger.

"Painter!"

Lan's pupils suddenly widened, obviously recalling the high and mighty demon painter from a few years ago. How could such a person get involved with a small figure like Xuan?

Lan, who had been so arrogant, suddenly felt a little flustered and didn't know what to say.

It was Spear, who had been silent until now, who questioned with his hoarse voice:

"So it's you, Mr. Painter. You said these things are very valuable. I'm sorry I don't agree with you."

"Lan is exaggerating when he says these things are worthless, but there are so many similar goods in the market that it's hard to sell them."

Mao pointed at the bone sticks and feathers that Xuan brought and said, they were exactly the things that Yan Fang had brought before.

The Youxiong clan members and passers-by who were originally watching the melon-eating began to gather and whisper when they heard the old appraiser of the Youxiong tribe speak.

"This fan is made of white crow feathers, right? It's too weak to fan yourself with, and it sheds feathers. How dare you sell it?"

"Hey, is that the Black Nether Stone from Black Wind Mountain? It has Netherworld properties and can be used to communicate with spirits. It's a good thing, but Black Wind Mountain is nearby. We can get it by walking a little further, right?"

"I guess he wants to rip off the tourists passing by? Hmm, Black Nether Stone, Three Spirit Shells? The old appraiser is quite honest!"

"The one with the ink snakes around his back is the painter? Could he be a young master from somewhere?"

"Maybe he wants to use his identity as a painter to get people to buy his junk at high prices?"

"Could it be fake?"

Many people started talking about it at once. At first, it was normal, but when they saw the price written by the old appraiser on the wooden board, they all sided with the old appraiser. They felt that they were in a commanding position and were no longer afraid to speak.

A few bold and carefree rangers even began to question Yan Fang's identity. After all, how could a high-ranking painter care about such mundane business matters?

"Yan Fang..."

Seeing more and more people around, Xuan's expression became quite unhappy. He brought these things here before because he thought they were not heavy and wanted to sell them on some good terms.

Anyway, there are many stalls in the tribe and enough empty space. It won't be a problem to take the things back if they can't be sold. But he didn't expect that he would be criticized by Sister Lan who was usually nice to him first, and now it has become like this. He immediately thought about taking those things back.

At this time, he had no ambitions, his heart was still with the tribe, and he did not see the appraiser's methods.

"It's okay, I'm here!"

Yan Fang looked at the situation around him and felt that it was somewhat out of control. He was really impressed by the old appraiser. This old guy would have done nothing but take advantage of the flaws he revealed to defeat him!

If he doesn't give an explanation, the relationship between him and Xuan will probably become strained.

After all, the old appraiser was indeed very steady. Even though he hated Xuan, he didn't do anything and didn't make any mistakes.

If you pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning. When pretending to be cool, it is best not to cause trouble to the people around you. It is best to be within the understanding of your relatives and friends.

Not everyone can withstand the pressure and be your only friend for life. It's okay once or twice, but it happens every few chapters (days). No one in the world understands me, and only when the truth is revealed do they sing "Conqueror" to me. I frequently test the bottom line of acceptance of my relatives and friends, and none of them can stand it unless they are bootlickers.

At that time, Yan Fang smiled lightly, turned around and picked up the Black Nether Stone from the shelf.

"Appraiser, do you think this thing is only worth three spirit shells?"