My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1125 - 532: Perfect Value_1

Chapter 1125: Chapter 532: Perfect Value_1

The entire Rex County is situated on a high plateau where the temperature is much lower than that of the southeast regions of the Wood Dynasty. Many regions here maintain their pristine state due to the scarcity of inhabitants. Shrubs and tundra abound, with forests scattered all over. The trees, firm and tall, have been growing for countless years. They serve as excellent construction material.

Experienced locals can identify certain signs on the tree bark on the sunny side of a tree and judge whether there is any Blood Condensation on the roots.

Owen Bertram had come across some written records about these "signs" in the Horizon Bureau’s documents. Allegedly, the local Horizon Bureau officials had interrogated the native people to find this information. He took interest in examining a few huge trees but to no avail. As a last resort, he exerted his spiritual sense, but still found nothing on the roots.

Even cultivators who share the same spiritual perception can’t dig up Blood Condensation using such methods. Ancient trees are aplenty in large woods, but low-level cultivators might exhaust themselves before finding even a single one. High-level cultivators, on the other hand, look down on such tasks.

Owen Bertram lost interest after a few attempts and began following a winding path across the plateau. The mountains stood majestically in the distance, their bodies etched in soft grey-black lines. The emerald green forest filled the land; patches of meadows painted it red, yellow, and white piece by piece. The whole sphere of earth and sky emanated a sense of grand and serene beauty.

An old shepherd man, clothed in a worn and dirty sheepskin jacket, and holding a whip, was leading his three sheep in the distance. A brown dog, bouncing and playing beside him, occasionally scurried off to the barren stretches by the road and returned with something in his mouth.

As the distance shortened, Owen Bertram saw that the shepherd was an older man who greeted him with a broad smile, "Sir, are you here to collect Blood Condensation?"

Outsiders rarely visit Rex County, and when they do, they are usually merchants trying to acquire Blood Condensation.

Owen Bertram gave him a light smile, "Old man, do you have some?"

"Yes, but what’s the price you’re offering?"

"The going rate."

"The going rate is thirty taels of silver for one mace." One mace was worth ten thousand Spirit Jades which was the price among cultivators. It was unlikely they would pay that price in a local purchase. Furthermore, even if they did offer them Spirit Jades, the locals wouldn’t know how to use them. Thirty taels of silver for a mace was already a pretty good deal. That amount could provide a comfortable life for a typical family of five for three years.

Blood Condensation is very light and doesn’t register on a scale; the amount harvested from one tree typically weighs less than a mace.

"Let me check the goods first," Owen Bertram hadn’t expected to find this rare medicine from a passerby.

The elderly shepherd carefully pulled out a packet wrapped in oil paper, layered thrice. Before the packet was fully opened, a unique medicinal fragrance spread into the air, refreshing the senses upon inhaling.

The patch of Blood Condensation was about the size of a baby’s fist; probably weighing a little less than one mace. As he held it out for Owen Bertram, the latter reached out to take it, but he hastily withdrew his hands.

Owen Bertram gave a gentle smile, "Alright, I’ll just look."

"Well, isn’t this a good thing? I was lucky enough to dig this up yesterday. Sigh, that was the luck of a lifetime. I’ve never dug up any before," he said.

Owen Bertram nodded, "I’ll take it for a mace." He pulled out some silver, and the old shepherd beamed with joy, "This is great, my grandson can finally taste rice soup."

The two parties conducted the trade; one handed over the money, and the other handed over the goods. Owen Bertram received the oil paper bag and casually put it into his Storage Brocade Pouch. He then waved goodbye to the old man, "Farewell, old man. We shall meet again if it’s fated."

"Farewell, farewell..." The shepherd man drove his sheep away, chuckling. Once he was out of view, he grumbled, "What a load of bull. He’ll never see me again in his lifetime."

He stepped off the path and swiftly disappeared into a forest adjacent to a wasteland. He darted left and right; anyone inattentive would lose their way. Half a shichen later, a spacious clearing appeared where several wooden houses stood orderly.

Wooden enclosures, over a person’s height, stood around the crude village with guard towers placed at intervals of thirty zhangs. The old shepherd man entered through the main gate. Two guards, noticing the three sheep following him, cheerfully said, "Ms. King, another successful day I see."

Ms. King’s face assumed a veneer of piety, "All to honor the Divine Lord."

"The Divine Lord will protect you."

Ms. King led her sheep into the center under a three-zhang-high pointed wooden tower. She bowed with utmost respect, "Priestess, I have returned."

A somewhat hoarse voice came from the tower, "What have you brought for the Divine Lord?"

"Today’s harvest includes three sheep and thirty taels of silver. I am ready to devote all to the Divine Lord," she responded.

The slightly jubilant voice returned, "Very good, you’re a diligent believer. The Divine Lord will keep you under his protection. Keep it up, and your wishes will be fulfilled."

"My deepest gratitude to the Divine Lord and the honorable Priestess."

A few robust men dressed in ceremonial robes stepped forward to lead the sheep away and collect the silver. Unaffected by the loss, Ms. King’s heart brimmed with excitement. The Priestess’ voice echoed again, "Come, offer your respect to the Divine Lord."

"Yes," respectfully, Ms. King walked in. The dim interior of the wooden tower held a middle-aged woman in a dark red ceremonial robe seated at the left. Ms. King dared not glance at her mysterious face and instead, turned her gaze to the weird-looking black wooden statue at the center. It resembled both a cloud and a mist.