Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 105 - 105 77 Special Spirit Bird Eggs_2

105: 77 Special Spirit Bird Eggs_2 105: 77 Special Spirit Bird Eggs_2 Lin Guang joked.

“Sure, sure, by the way, if Taoist Friend Lin happens to kill a second-order poison scorpion, please consider selling it to me.

I won’t let Taoist Friend Lin suffer in terms of price,”

Shen Long sincerely said.

To collect the essence blood of a second-order Flood Dragon, relying solely on Liu Shi was insufficient.

Shen Long had come to visit Lin Guang this time to establish another avenue.

Carrying over forty thousand Spirit Stones, he temporarily did not have to worry about resources for cultivation, and he possessed a portable space that allowed him to raise more Spirit Beasts and Spirit Insects.

“Second-order poison scorpion?

We just hunted some Monster Beasts not long ago and managed to kill two second-order poison scorpions.

The Demon Cores haven’t been sold yet.

If Taoist Friend Shen is interested, we can sell them to you at a lower price.”

Lin Guang took out a cyan jade box, opened it, and inside were two light golden Demon Cores with some black patterns on the surface.

“These are the Demon Cores of the second-order early-stage Black Wing Gold Pattern Scorpions.”

Lin Guang said and handed the jade box to Shen Long.

Shen Long examined them carefully and after confirming they were correct, nodded and spent the money to buy the two Demon Cores.

After chatting idly for a quarter of an hour, Shen Long bid farewell and left.

He went to the Hundred Herbs Pavilion and bought ten hundred-year-old Ink Mustard Grasses.

Back at his residence, Shen Long entered a secret room and released the Iron Tail Scorpion.

Over the past two years, he had been feeding the Iron Tail Scorpion with poison sacs, poisonous herbs, and Spirit Feeding Pills periodically.

The Iron Tail Scorpion was still in the late stage of the first order, its tail pitch black and shiny, clearly indicating its potent toxicity.

The Iron Tail Scorpion made a series of joyful hissing sounds, its stinger swaying from side to side as if yearning for something.

Shen Long took out one of the second-order Demon Cores he had bought and fed it to the Iron Tail Scorpion, which continued its joyful hissing after eating, still not satisfied with just one second-order Demon Core.

Shen Long then fed it two hundred-year-old Ink Mustard Grasses, and only then did the Iron Tail Scorpion settle down.

He released the Snow Wind Sparrow, which was still in the middle stage of the first order.

It had been following Shen Long for nearly five years.

Shen Long fed it a Spirit Feeding Pill and put it back into the Spirit Beast bag.

He took out a thick cyan book with the words “Overview of Spirit Plant Cultivation” written on the cover.

The Spirit Control Tower came with a large space, and leaving it empty was a waste, so Shen Long planned to put it to use, learning the art of cultivation to plant more Spiritual Medicines and Spirit Fruits to increase his income.

Shen Long began to flip through the book.

The Iron Tail Scorpion was well-behaved, lying in a corner digesting the second-order Demon Core and the hundred-year-old Ink Mustard Grass.

A month passed quickly, and Shen Long stepped out of the Qingtang Pavilion with a changed appearance and left.

The sky was already darkening, and the marketplace was brightly lit, with many pedestrians on the streets.

Shen Long casually strolled through the streets and after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he arrived at the entrance of a rice shop with a signboard reading “Chen’s Rice Shop.”

The shopkeeper, named Chen Liang, was a spy the Spirt Control Sect had placed within the Profound Yin Marketplace.

Chen Qingqing had arranged a total of five Qi Refining Cultivators for Shen Long, having them assist in gathering information.

After collecting information, they would go to the Biyue Tower and hand over the information to the Biyue Tower shopkeeper.

The contacts were all single-threaded; they did not know each other.

Inside the rice shop were several rice barrels, each about half a man tall and full of Spirit Rice with various kinds.

Chen Liang was in the midst of selling Spirit Rice to a customer, and there was another shop assistant present.

Shen Long walked in, grabbed a handful of Golden Bead Spirit Rice, and asked casually, “Shopkeeper, don’t you have any better Spirit Rice here?”

“May I know which kind of Spirit Rice the senior is looking for?”

Chen Liang asked enthusiastically.

“I’m looking for Green Crystal Spirit Rice.

As long as the quality is good, I don’t mind if it’s more expensive,”

Shen Long said.

This was the signal for their meeting.

Upon hearing these words, Chen Liang replied cheerfully, “The senior is in luck, our store just received some Green Crystal Spirit Rice, but it’s stored in the backyard.

Chen Er, watch the shop.

I’ll go discuss some business with the senior in the backyard.”

“Understood, shopkeeper,”

Chen Er complied.

Shen Long followed Chen Liang to the backyard and casually cast a sound barrier to envelop them and prevent eavesdropping.

“Subordinate greets Master Uncle Yu.

May I ask how Master Uncle Yu would like to be addressed?”

Chen Liang asked politely.

“My surname is Yu.

I’ve been observing you for a while since I came to the marketplace half a year ago, and you haven’t shown any issues.

Have you collected any important intelligence?”

Shen Long inquired.

“So it’s Master Uncle Yu.

I’m incompetent and haven’t collected any important intelligence yet.

Does Master Uncle Yu have any instructions?”

Chen Liang asked courteously.

“Keep an eye out for news of Strange Bugs and Alien Beasts with powerful bloodlines.

If there’s any news, contact me using this Messaging Plate.

By the way, how much is your monthly salary?”

Shen Long took out a blue Messaging Plate and handed it to Chen Liang.

“I receive twelve Spirit Stones every month.

If there’s any news, I’ll notify Master Uncle Yu immediately,”

Chen Liang promised.

“How long has it been since you last received your salary?

Can you still maintain the operation of the rice shop?”

Shen Long asked.

“It has been three years since I last received my salary.

Thankfully, the Sect has supported me, and the rice shop can maintain its operations.

We make a good profit every month and are self-sufficient.”

Chen Liang explained, took out a blue Storage Bag, and handed it over to Shen Long, saying, “This is a small token of my gratitude for Master Uncle Yu to kindly accept.”

Shen Long took the Storage Bag and swept it with his Divine Sense.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes—it contained a thousand Spirit Stones.

“If there’s anything you need, just say it!

I’ll do everything I can!”

Shen Long said.

Unsolicited favors are suspect, either treachery or thievery.

“Could Master Uncle Yu consider having me transferred back?

I’m already at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, and in five more years, I’ll be forty, missing the prime time for Foundation Establishment.”

Chen Liang said earnestly.

“Transferred back?

That’s difficult.

Contacting the upper echelons is not easy, and I can’t possibly contact them for just you.

Here’s what we can do: I’ll mention the matter when I contact them, but whether you can be transferred back is not something I can decide.”