The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

The pine box was placed on the table.

Elder Jingde opened the pine box, and even before lifting the silk cloth that wrapped the ginseng, a strong medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Hoo~

This scent entered the nostrils.

Elder Jingde felt a sudden boost in spirit, just as if he’d drunk a large cup of strong tea.

The appraiser master standing nearby, as if thinking of something, began to breathe sharply.

“Chairman Jingde, quickly open it and take a look!” The appraiser master urged.

“Alright!”

Elder Jingde calmed himself and lifted the silk cloth.

The cylindrical head, slender body, and delicate rootlets were shaped almost like human hands and feet. The entire figure looked surprisingly similar to a human being.

This… wasn’t the result of being fixed in a mold; rather, it was because of the ginseng’s long lifespan and absorption of a massive amount of Heaven and Earth spiritual energy that had transformed it into this shape.

You should know.

Ordinary ginseng can’t survive for more than a hundred years before decaying and rotting away.

This ginseng had survived for a full four hundred years on Black Wind Mountain. If it were allowed to grow for another six hundred years, it might even become a spirit.

Witnessing this scene,

The appraiser master leaned over the box, trembling as he examined it with a magnifying glass.

On the other hand, Elder Jingde, besides feeling an inexplicable sense of awe, could not discern any other information.

Just like that.

The room fell into a bizarre silence, with the appraiser master continuously trembling as he examined the ginseng through the magnifying glass, and Elder Jingde lost in thought to the side.

After a long while of silence,

Elder Jingde couldn’t help but ask, “Old Zhou, how is it? Are you going to say something?”

“H00-” The appraiser master took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, and said, “Hold on a moment, I… I need to consult a book!”

Having said that,

The appraiser master, despite his old age, actually ran all the way up to the archive room on the second floor.

A moment later,

The appraiser master, carrying a tattered ancient book, picked up the magnifying glass once more, flipping through the pages while examining the ginseng in the pine box.

“Seven liang for ginseng, eight liang for treasure, transforming into a spirit after a hundred years, following the Daoist body, becoming a spirit in a thousand years…”

“This… This… It’s at least several hundred years old, or even nearly a thousand years old!” The appraiser master exclaimed.

Upon hearing this,

Elder Jingde was also extremely shocked.

Anyone who heard this would be incredibly astonished.

Those who studied biology would know that, theoretically, ginseng could live for four to five hundred years, but in reality, they faced not only self-wear and aging but also external dangers during that time.

“Appraiser Master, Daoist Jingde, how much would you offer for this ginseng of mine?”

Daoist Xuanqing asked indifferently.

Perhaps on Earth, this four hundred-year-old ginseng is considered a priceless treasure.

However, when placed in the Game World, it’s not worth mentioning. Even the most remote Earth Deities at the bottom of the ladder could afford it if they gritted their teeth.

Some people might wonder,

Since he possesses the ability to shuttle between two worlds, why not bring some handicrafts to the ancient times and sell them?

In reality, while this could make a small fortune, making big money would only be possible on a large enough scale.

For him, perhaps he would choose to run a large-scale business only when he had enough subordinates and territory in the future.

But of course,

These are side topics.

Moving back to the quiet room,

In response to Daoist Xuanqing’s inquiry, Elder Jingde and the appraiser master exchanged a glance, as neither knew how to offer a price.

It might not be the only ginseng of its kind on Earth, but it could certainly be said that this was the only one ever put up for sale.

Seeing that the two remained silent,

Xuanqing frowned slightly.

Of course.

He also understood the difficulty of the two people, so he took the initiative to ask: “Now in the world, what is the price of the most expensive ginseng?”

“At the Eighth North-East Asia Expo, there was a 300-year-old dried ginseng, weighing 68 grams, which sold for 11 million at auction!”

The appraiser master said solemnly.

As a lifelong appraiser of precious Chinese herbal medicines, he never missed any of these major exhibitions.

Elder Jingde quickly asked, “Old Zhou, how much do you think this ginseng is worth?”

Hearing this.

The appraiser master showed hesitation, but in the end shook his head, “Priceless, because this is fresh ginseng, the oldest and most effective ginseng to date!”

Elder Jingde fell silent for a moment.

Finally.

He said: “Friend Xuanqing, this is worth a fortune, I am willing to offer one hundred million… what do you think?”

One hundred million?

Hearing this astronomical price.

The appraiser master next to him showed no surprise, but nodded his approval, as if only such a high price was worthy of this peerless ginseng.

This time.

Xuanqing simply nodded without bargaining like before with the jade.

His character was such that, if you were sincere, he would sell to you regardless of the price, but if you treated him as a fool… then you would be disappointed.

“Then one hundred million it is!”

“Good, good, great!”

Elder Jingde was overjoyed, repeating “good” three times in a row, with the wrinkles on his old face squeezed together in excitement.

The two sides reached an agreement.

But a transaction of one hundred million cannot simply be transferred; this level of funds requires the presence of a notary public to be effective.

Next.

The three sat in the quiet room, sipping tea and chatting idly.

When Elder Jingde learned that the Xuanqing Daoist in front of him was the master of Qingping Temple, his face couldn’t help but show a look of surprise. “You’re the master of Qingping Temple?”

Xuanqing nodded slightly.

“Some days ago, the fire department received a complaint, saying that Qingping Temple, the tourist attraction, had serious safety hazards,” Elder Jingde said solemnly.

“Since Qingping Temple is under the jurisdiction of Changling City Taoist Association, the complaint eventually reached me.”

At this point.

Elder Jingde stroked his beard a little, but held back from revealing the outcome, “Do you know., the result?”

Xuanqing’s mouth curled up slightly, but he didn’t answer.

“Hahaha, 1 dismissed them on the spot, and notified the local authorities to charge them with provoking trouble and detain them for fourteen days!”

The appraiser master next to him also laughed.

“Thank you, Daoist Jingde.” Xuanqing bowed slightly.

Although he was not worried about the troublemaker avenging him, having the matter suppressed directly did save him a lot of trouble.

However.

He was also curious.

Just by virtue of being in the City Daoist Association, would he really have that much power?

Perhaps sensing the doubt on Xuanqing’s face.

The appraiser master next to him spoke up: “Young friend, Chairman Jingde is not only the vice-chairman of Changling Daoist Association but also the chairman of Changling Pharmaceutical!”

Changling Pharmaceutical?

So, this Elder Jingde was also the chairman of Changling Pharmaceutical.

No wonder when he said ‘one hundred million’ earlier, he was so calm and casual, and could quell the troublemaker’s issue with just one sentence.

Xuanqing suddenly realized..