Spirit herbs were rare. For days, she had found no treasures, only a huge pile of human relics picked up from various dangerous places.
Weapons that had soaked at the bottom of pools for centuries without rusting; gold and silver jewelry from someone who had slipped into the water and drowned; ritual bronze vessels found in deep ravines; even a beautiful gemstone silver necklace. Who knew whether it had been a token of love discarded by a pair of lovers forced apart by their Lineages after they stood atop a cliff and swore vows of undying love? There were too many kinds to count.
Treasure hunting had turned into scavenging.
Looking at the two full sacks of assorted relics, Bai Yujun decided she ought to do something with them...
There was no trash in this world—only whether one had the clever brains to squeeze out every last shred of value and let it give off its final warmth.
To cultivators, these things truly were junk. But to the Jiuli villagers surviving in the mountains, they were fine treasures.
One day.
In the middle of every month, the tribes held a farming market on the fifteenth. Today, there was one extra stall.
"Come look, come see~ Jewelry passed down by my ancestors~ Look at these patterns, look at this craftsmanship—it's the finest choice for a vintage style~"
Bai Yujun set up a stall, selling all sorts of odds and ends she had picked up from deep pools and ravines. Besides gold, silver, and ironware, there were several unknown beast fangs. After all, the Southern Wasteland had always had the custom of wearing beast fangs on one's body.
"Come take a look~ A treasured blade left behind when the greatest expert to ever dominate the Southern Wasteland fought the Peacock Demon King