Century-Old Wild Ginseng Was Dirt Cheap in the Heavenly Court

Ten-Thousand Matchmaking Conference? The more Matchmaker Yue listened to the name, the more awkward it sounded. Clearly, it should have been called the Myriad Immortals Matchmaking Conference, he muttered to himself.

Still, vulgar as the name was, it fit perfectly—simple, crude, and direct.

"Daoist Nature, I will remember your help this time," Matchmaker Yue said, immediately bowing toward the empty air.

Don't just remember it—give me something tangible. Qin Fen swiftly typed, "Daoist Yue, this conference will surely be a tremendous success. Rewards will naturally be forthcoming, so I have a presumptuous request."

"Please, speak freely," Matchmaker Yue said with a smile. What did it matter? If he handled this assignment well, the benefits would be substantial. It was only right to share some of them.

"I have remained in seclusion cultivating for a long time, and have not accumulated enough Merit, so..." Qin Fen trailed off.

"Haha, that does put me in a difficult position, Daoist. While I do have quite a bit of Merit, some was deducted by Heaven because of my mistakes. How about this? We split it evenly." This old fox, Matchmaker Yue, was no fool.

"Fine." Qin Fen could not be bothered to haggle. He did not know whether he could earn Merit himself, so getting some was better than none. Saying too much would only spoil things. A win-win outcome was best.

"Then it's settled. Daoist, I'll return to the Heavenly Court first to think things over and draw up a plan. After that, I'll report it to the Jade Emperor. Wait for my good news." With that, Matchmaker Yue raised a hand, and a cloud immediately flew over from the horizon. He could not wait any longer.

I can't let him get away that easily. Did he think I was some low-level worker, so easy to brush off? "Daoist Yue, did you gain anything else during your trip to the Earthly Immortal Realm? Though the Earthly Immortal Realm cannot compare to the Heavenly Court, it is still a place of outstanding people and spiritual beauty, with many immortal blessed lands. You must have found something worthwhile, right?" Qin Fen did not dare ask for anything from the Heavenly Court, even though his chances of getting it would be higher.

But those damn roaming charges were simply too expensive. Download data was draining away by the bucketload.

"Hmm, nothing particularly special. I just found a wild mountain ginseng over five hundred years old, and was planning to bring it back to feed my Myna," Matchmaker Yue said casually.

Qin Fen wanted to spit in his face. That was good stuff! This would do nicely. It probably would not cost much. Feeding it to a Myna? How could he do something so outrageously wasteful? All Qin Fen wanted to say was, Put down that ginseng and let me have it.

"Daoist Yue, feeding that ginseng to a bird would be such a waste. Why not give it to me?"

A waste? Matchmaker Yue's face twitched slightly. He could not calculate Qin Fen's background at all, and Qin Fen could even conceal the secrets of Heaven before him. What sort of cultivation did that imply? Yet he wanted this?

"It isn't a waste. I usually feed it thousand-year-old ones. This stuff is worthless in the Heavenly Court. Better things are everywhere. It is perfect for feeding animals."

Animals! If Qin Fen could have reached through the screen, he would have slapped him hard across the face. This thing was insanely valuable. If his phone credit had not been so low, he would not have cared about it. But—yes, but—he was still in the rising stage of his career. Of course he had to budget carefully and choose things with good value for money. Right now, nothing could compare to a wild mountain ginseng over five hundred years old.

That was also why Qin Fen had never chosen anything too good. He was merely flesh and blood; what if his body could not handle such potent nourishment?

"Daoist Yue, why not give it to me?" Qin Fen shamelessly sent another message.

"Fine. If you want it, you can have it. This thing is actually not even as valuable as the wild grass in the Heavenly Court."

Damn it, a five-hundred-year-old wild mountain ginseng was worth less than cabbage there. But just because it was worthless in the Heavenly Court did not mean it was worthless in reality. Not only could it sustain a life, it was also extremely effective at restoring vitality. After working all morning, Qin Fen felt his arms and legs going weak. He was still an ordinary person, after all. Keeping something like this nearby could save him in an emergency. He had never intended to sell it.

This kind of thing had to be sold to someone who knew its value; otherwise, there were too many fakes. Besides, an innocent man could get into trouble for possessing treasure. Qin Fen now felt pretty damn impressive because he had joined the Heavenly Court's Moments, but being impressive did not mean he could show off everywhere. Safety came first. Keep a low profile.

Matchmaker Yue took out the old ginseng he had found. With a thought, he suddenly watched the item in his hand vanish. Primordial Spirit positioning, retrieving an object from afar? What profound cultivation! He was already so powerful, yet he still wanted this thing? Matchmaker Yue suddenly felt deeply frustrated. Did all experts simply enjoy being unconventional? In his heart, Qin Fen was an expert.

His state of mind and realm were beyond comparison with ordinary people's. Transcending the Three Realms, he moved as freely as a celestial steed soaring through the sky.

Matchmaker Yue was frustrated, but Qin Fen was shattered. Looking at the ginseng in the image on his phone, he nearly collapsed. Are you fucking sure you're not messing with me? This was ginseng? It was clearly a fuzzy radish. It had more hair than most animals, and it was much denser too. It did not look like an ordinary old ginseng at all. Other ginseng had a vaguely human shape; this one looked like an unevolved ape-man.

It was not that he was making a fuss like some loser. In Qin Fen's dull life up to this point, he had truly never seen such high-end goods.

Qin Fen put away his phone. Though he knew nothing about this stuff, he understood one thing: the more root hairs it had, the better it should be. This one had practically grown into an ape-man, so it had to be genuine. A dignified immortal should have at least that much credibility.

The day was quiet. At least Zhang Ye did not cause any more trouble afterward. Qin Fen turned down Sun Yating's invitation to dinner and hurried back to his little home. He had been exhausted today. That bastard Zhang Ye had assigned him another huge pile of work in the afternoon, and now whenever he saw a kitchen knife, the clanging sounds of clang, clang, clang echoed in his ears.

When he got home, Qin Fen collapsed onto his bed like a dead dog and pulled out his phone. Instead of opening WeChat immediately, he checked his text messages first. Qin Fen noticed something interesting: although his phone had repeatedly warned him about his balance, it had not sent him any text notifications.

"Right. This carrier isn't China Mobile. There's no customer service 10086." Qin Fen smacked his forehead, opened WeChat, found Matchmaker Yue's chat window, and tapped the image of the old ginseng.

Your current balance is 928.

Qin Fen ignored how much it had cost. At that moment, he was holding the fuzzy thing and staring at it blankly. His arms trembled slightly with excitement. This was the most valuable thing he had ever touched in his life.

It was not that Qin Fen was a loser. Life's ups and downs had simply come too quickly.

Feeling the old ginseng in his hand, he found it was about the size of a small radish—not particularly huge. The key was that it had an enormous number of roots.

Qin Fen gently snapped off one root and put the rest into the refrigerator. He did not even dare eat the whole root at once. He pinched off a small piece and put it in his mouth. This shouldn't be too much for my body to handle, right?

He smacked his lips, but Qin Fen could not taste anything special—just the earthy smell filling his mouth. A moment later, he felt a warm current rise through his body, increasing his temperature all over. Yet it was extremely comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring.

"This thing is apparently not just old. Its place of origin matters too. The Earthly Immortal Realm truly is a land of outstanding people, beautiful mountains, clear waters, and countless demons." At the mention of demons, an image appeared in Qin Fen's mind: a figure, two balls, and the big balls were the important part.