My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 186: Thousand-Year Poisonous Ganoderma

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: Thousand-Year Poisonous Ganoderma

Those low-level poisons were of little benefit to the strength enhancement of Tang Ming, so he had to obtain those rare and unique poisons with special properties in order to properly improve his cultivation.

However, in the night market, special poisons were clearly hard to come by, and those truly rare and invisible killers only appeared at auctions.

Su Xiaoxi also looked around as she walked. After all, as a member of a prestigious family, she knew that if luck was on her side, she could find some good items at the night market, so she inspected everything very carefully.

Suddenly, both of them almost simultaneously noticed that a crowd had gathered around a stall up ahead, where everyone was pointing and making comments about the items on the stall.

Seeing the bustling stall, they both headed over without saying much. When Tang Ming squeezed through the crowd and got close to the front, he discovered an eye-catching sign outside the stall that read: Flawed Treasures!

"Flawed Treasures?"

Tang Ming repeated the words, and then his gaze shifted to the items on the stall, which left him dumbfounded.

Su Xiaoxi squeezed beside him and said with a smile, "This stall is really interesting, but since so many people are just looking and not buying, let’s see if it’s worth purchasing for ourselves."

Indeed, these so-called flawed treasures were all flawed, and calling them treasures might be a bit of an exaggeration. However, compared to the other stalls, they were certainly much more valuable.

For example, there was a ginseng snapped in half, apparently accidentally broken at the root during excavation. But this was no ordinary ginseng; it was a several-hundred-year-old specimen.

To martial artists, wild ginseng of just a hundred or two hundred years didn’t hold much value. Only those over five hundred years old were useful, nutritious for the body, and essential for cultivating energy, making them a fine remedy for those with frail constitutions and breathlessness. Yet missing half, this ginseng’s value for cultivation was greatly diminished, though it could still be used for brewing liquor.

Ginseng over five hundred years old contains abundant spiritual energy, yet once broken, that energy would slowly leak and dissipate over time. Thus, the ginseng was practically useless, unless turned into an alcoholic concoction, which was truly a pity for martial artists.

Other items included some broken weapons with strange designs, which seemed like relics from ancient times.

A young martial artist squatted in front of the stall, picked up what looked like a secret martial arts manual, and began to browse through it. After flipping through a few pages, the warrior said, "It’s incomplete; how is one supposed to practice this?"

"If this cultivation technique were complete, you wouldn’t see it on a street stall," said the stall owner, sitting on a chair with his arms crossed, smiling faintly.

"That’s true. The technique looks pretty decent. If it were complete, it would definitely show up at an auction, not here at a street stall," another older martial artist chimed in agreement.

The young warrior glanced at the items a few more times, clearly not very interested, and then got up and walked away.

If these damaged treasures were complete, they would indeed be quite impressive and the objects of desire for many martial artists. But now, being incomplete, their value had greatly declined. Thus, although the crowd of onlookers was large, no one dared to take the leap and buy first. The stall owner’s pricing was high and non-negotiable. Even if someone did make a purchase, the items would likely not be of much use; they were more suitable for spectating than conducting serious transactions.

Martial artists, like ordinary people, are busy if they have high cultivation and strong strength, but those with meager strength and little hope for advancement prefer to enjoy the liveliness and gossip, leaving little thought for cultivation.

Tang Ming’s eyes were fixed on the items on the stall, ignoring the spectators. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a peculiar-looking lingzhi mushroom. By its appearance, it seemed to have existed for a thousand years. Such a time-worn item would naturally contain substantial spiritual energy. Although it didn’t possess the legendary power of bringing the dead to life or turning bones to flesh, for a martial artist, consuming such a thousand-year-old lingzhi could not only increase cultivation but also significantly enhance physical robustness. It was an exceptional nourishing substance that was not easy to come by.

Yet, such a rare item wasn’t placed at the auction; instead, it fell to a street stall with no one inquiring about it. The reason lay at the bottom half of the lingzhi, which was intertwined bizarrely with a small mushroom, a sight that challenged one’s belief in nature’s incredible craftsmanship.

Tang Ming crouched down, staring at the colorful mushroom entwined under the lingzhi mushroom. It was visually delightful, but commonly, the brighter the mushroom, the more poisonous it is—a fact well known. And this mushroom obviously contained intense poison. Perhaps, it had grown so vividly because it absorbed the spiritual energy of the lingzhi.

"What’s that? Is there a poisonous mushroom under the lingzhi?"

"Who says it isn’t, someone just noticed it a moment ago, what a pity for that Lingzhi."

"How could anyone dare to eat it if such a toxic mushroom has grown together with the Lingzhi, and they can’t be separated? I’m afraid the Lingzhi itself must be filled with the mushroom’s deadly poison."

"Indeed, the Lingzhi appears to be at least a thousand years old by its appearance. If someone swallowed it and refined their cultivation, it’s quite possible to directly break through a star-level Martial Artist’s realm. But due to the presence of this mushroom, who would risk their life to swallow it recklessly?"

Tang Ming listened to the discussions of the people around him and felt pleased in his heart. Wasn’t this thing precisely what he had prepared for?

"What a great item."

Tang Ming said with a smile as he reached out to touch it.

But suddenly, the stall owner opened his eyes and shouted, "Don’t touch it with your hands, do you have a death wish?"

"How can I check the goods if I don’t touch them?"

Tang Ming asked, puzzled.

"It’s not that I won’t let you touch it, it’s just that this Lingzhi is extremely poisonous. I have to wear special rubber gloves when I handle it."

The stall owner said, "If you get poisoned to death by it, it would bring me trouble."

"Don’t worry, I took a Detoxification Pill at the auction, this little poison can’t harm me."

Tang Ming smiled and directly picked up the Poisonous Ganoderma to check if it was a fake.

At this moment, among the onlookers, some had already recognized Tang Ming. Wasn’t this the very guy who sold Detoxification Pills at the auction?

"No wonder he dares to touch it, having taken a Detoxification Pill it seems not even the Myriad Poison Pill from the Poison Sect affects him."

"That’s right, probably only he dares to buy this Poisonous Ganoderma. Who else would dare to touch it!"

Listening to the discussions of the onlookers, Tang Ming looked over the Lingzhi for a moment and then placed it back into the box below.

Seeing that Tang Ming was indeed unharmed, the stall owner’s interest was piqued, and he asked, "What do you think? Want to buy it?"

"How much?" Tang Ming asked.

"A flat rate of five million."

The stall owner replied.

"This thing contains deadly poison, and it’s worth five million? You’re really asking for the moon."

Tang Ming said with a look of disdain.

"This is a thousand-year-old Lingzhi we’re talking about. Look at the age before you say anything."

The stall owner also gave Tang Ming a disdainful glance and defended with irritation.