Blood Ginseng

"Shopkeeper, how much is this old herb?"

"Customer, this isn't cheap."

"Just tell me the price."

"This one costs five taels of silver."

"Fine, wrap it up for me."

"Certainly, I'll wrap it up for you."

The pharmacy clerk was overjoyed. Beaming, he wrapped up the old herb Chen Xun had chosen and handed it to him.

"Honored customer, please keep it safe."

"By the way, is there any other medicinal herb you need?"

"There is one. I've looked through several pharmacies and haven't found a satisfactory one. I don't know if you might have it here."

"Tell me, and I'll take a look for you."

"Do you have any ten-year blood ginseng?"

At that, the clerk could not help but reveal a troubled expression. "Blood ginseng is a precious medicinal herb, and most of it is only three to five years old. Those that have grown for more than ten years are even rarer."

"I naturally know how scarce it is. Just tell me whether your shop has any."

"Well, I can't make that decision. I need to ask the shopkeeper."

"Fine, go ahead."

Watching the clerk hurry away, a flicker of anticipation appeared on Chen Xun's face.

"I hope this shop has some."

Over the course of the day, Chen Xun had visited nearly every major pharmacy in Cloudflow County, all to gather the ingredients needed to refine the [Tenfold Tonic Pill].

The [Tenfold Tonic Pill] required ten medicinal herbs in total, and every one of them had to be over ten years old.

People generally called medicinal herbs older than ten years old old herbs.

The other ingredients were easy enough. If one shop did not have them, another surely would.

Their prices were not too high either. The cheapest cost less than one tael of silver,