Needless to say, the looks everyone gave Meng Chuan carried a hint of something hard to read.
Meng Chuan ignored them outright. What are you looking at me for?
Never seen a handsome guy this handsome?
"True Person, go into my Small World and send me some of my tea leaves and sunflower seeds," Meng Chuan said, his expression unchanged.
"I'll look around the Great Wilderness too. Maybe I can find some new varieties for my tea collection."
"All of them?" Zhang Sanfeng did not keep playing the contrarian.
"A little of everything." Meng Chuan nodded.
"The leaves left over from my Fortune Spiritual Root, the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Leaves, and all the other kinds I collected or you gathered for me—send me some of each..."
Meng Chuan stopped mid-sentence.
I'm just a little cultivator in the Blood Moving Realm. Wouldn't owning treasures like Fortune Spiritual Root tea leaves and Enlightenment Ancient Tea Leaves draw too much attention?
The Fortune Spiritual Root's leaves had not matured at its peak, but even the leaves from before had some effect on Immortal Kings.
And then there were sunflower seeds from Divine Medicine and the like.
"These don't seem like things a Blood Moving Realm cultivator should own," Meng Chuan told the others.
Everyone paused, then realized he was right.
"If word gets out, will I get beaten up...?" Meng Chuan sounded rather worried.
Then a strange thought struck him. So this is my Golden Finger after coming back to the Chaotic Ancient Era?
A trader between the Two Realms?
Meng Chuan seemed to have discovered a new way to use it.
Using resources from the Dao Calendar to nurture people of the Chaotic Ancient Era would help him through this initial period perfectly.
"I've got another cheat," Meng Chuan sighed.
He had