In the mortal world, gold was naturally the finest and most valuable thing, but Precious Tree Residence dealt mostly with Daoist cultivators and was naturally accustomed to the ways of the cultivation world.
The most common currency in the cultivation world was neither gold nor silver, but crystals, which were more precious and rarer than either.
Jing Jiu knew about crystals but had seldom handled them, because they were useful only to cultivators below the Wuzhang Realm, and their effects fell far short of the pills he usually took.
As for Zhao Layue, Green Mountain had supplied her with an endless stream of pills since birth, so she had never worried about such things either. She looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "Do you have any?"
Jing Jiu shook his head.
The steward still wore a smile, but his gaze grew colder.
Jing Jiu took a pill from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
The pill was dark red and looked quite unremarkable, but a close sniff revealed a pungent scent like mugwort.
Working at Precious Tree Residence, the steward was naturally knowledgeable and widely experienced. He froze briefly, and once he confirmed that it was what he thought it was, his eyes lit up.
With no time to seal it in a box, he found two teacups as quickly as he could, enclosed the dark red pill between them, and wrapped them tightly in several layers of fine tissue paper.
Only after doing all this did his expression relax a little.
Zhao Layue's expression shifted slightly. This pill should be a Mysterious Herb Pill, produced not on the Green Mountain Sect's Shiyue Peak, but on Xuanhua Mountain in Central Province.
When the steward looked at Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu again, his expression had become much more