"Whatever medicinal herbs you need, Junior Brother Lin, just tell me. Our Spirit Medicine Pavilion will make sure you get priority."
Zhou Wenqing was so respectful that Lin Shisan felt a little embarrassed.
He took a jade slip over a foot long from his sleeve.
With a light tap of his finger, an enormous screen of light unfolded before them.
Densely packed across it was a catalog of every medicinal herb currently stocked in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.
It had everything from the lowest-grade, first-tier spiritual grasses to treasures below the sixth grade.
The array was dazzling.
Even though he had prepared himself, Lin Shisan was still stunned.
At Qing'er's quiet reminder, he steadied himself and began placing his order using the wording he had prepared.
"You're too kind, Senior Brother Zhou. I'd like to refine a few Meridian Opening Pills. Sorry for the trouble, but please help me find these herbs: three stalks of fifty-year-old spirit-gathering grass, two stalks of hundred-year-old seven-star grass, two sixty-year-old red lingzhi, and five fifty-year-old purple danshen. Ten portions of each."
Zhou Wenqing froze for a moment. People requested herbs like this?
Ten portions of each?
Was he planning to refine ten batches?
Did he think he was a Great Alchemy Grandmaster, capable of producing ten Meridian Opening Pills in a single batch?
But after a moment's thought, he still dared not neglect the request. His fingers tapped the screen repeatedly, sending out one instruction after another.
About five minutes later, several junior disciples responsible for fetching herbs came flying over with everything Lin Shisan needed.
Each herb was held in a jade box, brimming with spiritual energy and in excellent condition, unquestionably of the full stated age.
This was Lin Shisan's second perk.
He did not have to go and collect the herbs