Xia Yang quickly replied, "What is it?"
Huo Ling hurriedly asked, "Teacher, do you know about the hemostatic herbal medicine and boiling-blood herbal medicine made by Spirit Realm goblin shamans?"
Xia Yang replied, "I do. They're a goblin shaman tradition, made using some magical herbs, but their effects are only so-so."
Xia Yang was, after all, a Silver-rank spellcaster. As a university teacher, his grasp of this basic knowledge was quite solid.
Huo Ling asked, "Teacher, do you know where these things are sold?"
After receiving the message, Xia Yang pondered for a moment. "Those two products make far too little use of magical herbs, so this method of medicine-making was abandoned in the country long ago."
"However, there are similar products, such as Exquisite Hall's hemostatic ointment and Clearheart Hall's boiling-blood pills."
"What's wrong, Student Huo? Have you been injured recently? Why would you need these things?"
Huo Ling replied, "I'm not hurt. I want to trade with creatures from the Spirit Realm."
Xia Yang said, "If it's for trading, then the two medicines I just mentioned are reasonably priced. You can consider them."
"Alright, Teacher!"
After saying that, Huo Ling opened his phone and searched for the two products Xia Yang had mentioned. Their prices were indeed far cheaper than mage scrolls.
Four portions of hemostatic ointment cost one magic stone. After applying the ointment, bleeding would stop immediately, and the wound would heal within a day.
It was quite a good product, but its price was a hard limitation. Huo Ling could not afford it right now.
The War Lizardfolk probably would not be willing to accept an advance payment either.
This path was likely blocked. Huo Ling would have to find another way.
Huo Ling returned to the Spirit Realm and once again hid outside the