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Chapter 41 of 100

Chapter 41

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In the Nine Provinces Number One Group,

Pharmacist: "Wandering Monk Tongxuan, Master Tongxuan, fourteen years ago, during the exploration of a cave, I need to borrow the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique' and the 'True Self Meditation Sutra.' The price, we can discuss next time."

Song Shuhang watched as Pharmacist typed out these words, truly feeling for him. Including punctuation, it was only about fifty words, but Pharmacist took five minutes to write and delete, and he was sweating profusely.

At this moment, he finally understood why Pharmacist tried to shorten his chat messages in the group. But why not use voice messages if it was so tiring to write?

As soon as Pharmacist's message was sent, the Nine Provinces Number One Group quickly became lively.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator joked, "Hey, Senior Brother Pharmacist, are you asking for these two basic cultivation techniques for Shuhang's hundred-day foundation building? These two techniques are quite good. Could it be that Senior Brother Pharmacist, like Soft Feather, has been fed some soup by Shuhang?"

Feather Soft from Spirit Butterfly Island quickly sent a bun face emoji: "Senior Northern River, I haven't been fed any soup!"

"Enema?" Crazy Saber Sanlang was very active, as Feather Soft's father finally stopped bothering him and left for Spirit Butterfly Island yesterday! He had been holding back for so many days, and upon seeing the words 'fed soup,' many classic yellow jokes immediately flooded his mind. It was great, and he was ready to share a few in the group.

"Don't die, Brother Sanlang," Northern River's Loose Cultivator reminded again, "Now mobile phones and computers can log into the chat account simultaneously."

What if 'Feather Soft from Spirit Butterfly Island' was being used by her father on a mobile client right now?

Crazy Saber Sanlang's face immediately changed, and he quickly went underwater. Oh no, he had forgotten about this. With the abilities of the Spirit Butterfly Venerable, if he knew that Sanlang dared to tell yellow jokes about enemas in front of his daughter, he would definitely jump off a plane and come back to continue tormenting him.

Pharmacist laughed and then quickly typed on his phone. However, after a while, he only sent a few words: "High-quality mutated poison dragon grass, worth it!"

Wandering Monk Tongxuan came online. He first sent a smiley face, then a picture of a small sword.

"Good!" Pharmacist replied.

The communication between these two was simply bizarre.

Feather Soft from Spirit Butterfly Island: "Seniors, are the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique' and the 'True Self Meditation Sutra' really that good?"

"These are techniques from the Vajra Temple from eight hundred years ago. Although they are for disciples to build their foundation, the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique' has the power of a first-grade martial technique. It is considered a very good technique among foundation-building martial techniques," Northern River's Loose Cultivator explained. "Unfortunately, the Vajra Temple has now lost its lineage and disappeared into history, and many profound techniques have been lost."

Pharmacist nodded in satisfaction and logged off, turning off his phone.

Then he went to the balcony of the dormitory and pointed his finger at the sky.

Song Shuhang curiously watched his actions, not knowing what he was doing.

Ten minutes passed quickly...

Pharmacist maintained this posture, motionless, like a statue.

Song Shuhang was about to go up and ask.

At this moment, Pharmacist's eyes lit up, and he let out a light shout. His finger, pointing at the sky, glowed with a red light.

To be honest, this posture should be quite cool.

But to Song Shuhang, Pharmacist's finger looked like a red-hot iron, similar to the special effect of a movie character accidentally hitting their finger with a hammer, making it big and red.

"Done!" Pharmacist said with a satisfied smile.

"?" Song Shuhang looked puzzled.

Seeing Song Shuhang's confused face, Pharmacist explained, "I just coordinated the coordinates with Master Tongxuan. In four to five hours, Master Tongxuan will send the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique' and the 'True Self Meditation Sutra' over."

"Is Master Tongxuan coming here?" Song Shuhang asked.

"No, why would he come? I coordinated the coordinates with him, so he can send the message by flying sword," Pharmacist said proudly.

"Oh," Song Shuhang nodded. A scene formed in his mind: in a deep forest, a high-ranking monk smiled silently, drew a short sword from his monk's robe, and tied a package containing several martial arts manuals to the sword.

Martial arts manuals should be paper-bound books or ancient animal skin scrolls.

Then, the monk pointed his finger at the sky, coordinating the coordinates with a distant friend.

After that, the monk tapped the short sword, and the sword, carrying the package, shot up into the sky, looking very cool and stylish.

Wow, sending messages by flying sword. How much cultivation do I need to be able to fly a sword? Song Shuhang secretly envied.

Flying a sword, compared to that, taking a plane is so weak.

The sky is always a man's romance!

***

"Let's go, we'll find a place to stay outside and refine a batch of body-tempering liquid! Do you want to bring your induction cooker and hot pot?" Pharmacist asked.

Song Shuhang hesitated for a long time, then finally pulled out his black suitcase and packed these two items. After all, he was used to using this induction cooker and hot pot. Moreover, if the rented place didn't have a stove or hot pot, or if the brands were different, it might lead to his failure in refining the body-tempering liquid.

Then he opened his storage cabinet, intending to take out some body-tempering liquid herbs.

"Little friend Shuhang, you don't need to bring the herbs. Since I'm asking for your help, the herbs should be provided by me," Pharmacist quickly stopped Shuhang—joking, how could he, a somewhat famous alchemist, ask someone for help in experimenting with a pill formula and still have them provide the herbs? That would be a laughingstock!

Song Shuhang nodded silently and locked the cabinet. This wasn't the time to show off; after all, he only had thirty-two sets of herbs, and according to Senior Northern River, these thirty-two sets might not be enough for his hundred-day foundation building. So, it was better to save where he could.

He pulled his small suitcase and asked, "Let's go, do you have any requirements for renting a place?"

Pharmacist replied, "It should be quiet, and the soundproofing should be good. Otherwise, we'll have to set up a soundproofing array, which is quite troublesome."

Song Shuhang looked at his wallet and calculated his living expenses. Song's mother gave him 3,000 yuan per month, after all, it wasn't like twenty years ago when a college student could live comfortably with 1,000 yuan a month.

Without working part-time, let's rent a place for a short term first.

"About 500 to 600 yuan, we should be able to rent a small apartment," Song Shuhang muttered.

Pharmacist immediately suggested, "Wouldn't a 500-yuan apartment be too small? We need to rent a large, independent apartment at least. Otherwise, my alchemy furnace won't fit."

Independent and large? Senior, are you talking about an apartment or a villa?

Song Shuhang smiled bitterly and replied, "An apartment like that would cost over ten thousand yuan a month, and I don't have that much money."

"Of course, I'll pay for it. How can I ask you to help and then make you pay?" Pharmacist quickly stopped him. As a senior, how could he let a junior spend money?

"Alright, let's look for a good place. There aren't many large, independent apartments near the school," Song Shuhang thought about renting a large, independent apartment, which would cost over ten thousand yuan a month, and felt a bit heartache. But at the same time, he had a question.

"By the way, seniors, do you have jobs and income like ordinary people?" Song Shuhang had been thinking about this a few days ago. The people in the group weren't isolated from the world; they used computers, phones, and the internet. They probably didn't pay with gold bars, right?

"Of course, we have our own sources of income. After all, we aren't isolated from the world. I'm not sure about others, but my main job as an alchemist covers my daily expenses," Pharmacist nodded and replied.

At this point, he looked at Song Shuhang and smiled, asking, "Why? From your tone, it seems you're worried about money in the secular world?"

Song Shuhang nodded honestly, "After getting involved in cultivation, I realized I might need a lot of money. At least, I was thinking yesterday about whether I should rent a place outside the school to keep my cultivation secret and for convenience in refining pills. But to rent a place, I have to consider the expenses."

He was a bit embarrassed to mention that he wanted to work part-time.

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