The Mystic Light Trading House.
"Sir, for these seven stalks of crimson grass, the market price is 5,000 Star Coins each. Our Mystic Light Trading House is willing to offer 5,200 per stalk. Here are your Star Coins."
Inside the trading house, a sweet-looking staff member wearing thick-lensed glasses spoke with a smile, pushing a thick stack of Star Coins toward him.
"How much does intermediate-grade nutritional solution cost?"
Looking at the Star Coins before him, Lin Sheng did not rush to take them, but asked instead.
"Intermediate-grade nutritional solution?"
The woman paused, a trace of surprise flashing through the almond-shaped eyes behind her thick lenses, before she put on a professional smile again.
"Sir, intermediate-grade nutritional solution generally costs ten times as much as low-grade nutritional solution. It's also always in high demand, with supply falling short, so the actual price is around 70,000 Star Coins per vial."
"70,000 Star Coins?"
Hearing this price, Lin Sheng nodded. His face revealed nothing, but he was quite surprised inwardly.
After witnessing the effects of low-grade nutritional solution, he had grown rather curious about the higher intermediate and high grades.
He had not expected the price to be so steep.
"Then please exchange these for five vials of low-grade solution. Sorry for the trouble."
"Of course."
The woman answered with a smile. Soon, five glass vials filled with pale yellow solution were placed before Lin Sheng, while little remained of the thick stack of Star Coins.
Leaving the trading house, Lin Sheng headed straight for his residence in the slums.
Before long, he was back home.
Five bottles of nutritional solution would be enough for several days of cultivation.
But he did not rush to use the nutritional solution. Instead, after putting the bottles away, he sat cross-legged with his palms, soles,