Shushan was under complete lockdown, and leaving Heaven-Reaching Peak was temporarily out of the question.
Li Ping'an therefore stored away the spirit medicine he had prepared. There was no fear of being stuck with it.
Spirit medicine that healed wounds and replenished qi and blood was hard currency at any time.
Especially with a major war about to begin.
If he sold this entire batch of spirit medicine, he could turn a modest profit.
During this time, Li Ping'an also stole some Snow-Bone Ginseng from Qingfeng.
At the last Demon-Slaying Assembly, Wuling Valley had given it to the elders and masters of the various groups.
The older it was, the more valuable it became as a medicinal ingredient.
A single root fetched an exorbitant price on the market.
Yet Qingfeng ate the stuff like scallions, dipping it in soybean paste.
Smack, smack~
Li Ping'an's heart ached at the waste.
And so, to keep a treasure from going to waste.
Li Ping'an got Qingfeng drunk once again, then did whatever he pleased.
He extended his wicked little hands toward it.
On the surface, he offered a few insincere words of comfort as Qingfeng tearfully poured out his woes to him.
Then he declared that he would catch this petty thief on Heaven-Reaching Peak.
In private, however, he thought with equal insincerity, ...Where should I plant this Snow-Bone Ginseng?
Snow-Bone Ginseng was extremely particular about its growing environment and was suited to regions with cooler climates.
It preferred calcareous clay soil.
At the same time, its resistance to disease was relatively weak. It struggled to germinate and grow under natural conditions, and seedlings grown from seed rarely survived.
It was extremely susceptible to mold and viruses.
It also matured very late and required especially attentive care and cultivation.
For this purpose, Li