Leaving the military supply depot, Qing Chen thought of the treasure phantoms shifting across the light screen, especially the illusory glow of the Nascent Soul Formation Pill, and his heart could not help surging.
But then he remembered his paltry three thousand three hundred minor merits. His face went blank. "Three thousand three hundred minor merits... heh. A cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood."
As his thoughts raced, his steps never paused, but he quietly changed direction, heading straight back toward the Central Army Main Tent.
Since Chan Master Xuanshan had already promised to help, he would naturally make good use of that avenue-and squeeze every bit of value it ought to yield!
Seeing Qing Chen return, the personal guards outside the tent dared not obstruct him in the slightest. They hurriedly bowed and announced his arrival.
Then Chan Master Xuanshan's calm voice came from inside. "Come in."
Qing Chen lifted the flap and entered. Chan Master Xuanshan was still sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his aura steady, as though his earlier breath regulation had never been interrupted.
A trace of understanding showed on his face, as if he had already expected Qing Chen to return.
"Did you find something at the military supply depot? Or..." Chan Master Xuanshan's calm gaze settled on Qing Chen.
Qing Chen bowed deeply, making his bearing as humble as possible, a trace of helplessness in his voice. "You see clearly, Chan Master. Though the military supply depot holds many treasures, these few minor merits of mine can hardly be exchanged for anything.
"Remembering your earlier words about entrusting someone to make purchases on my behalf, I have shamelessly come to ask for your help again.
"This disciple still has some spirit stones. I beg you to point me out of