Chapter 6

The plight of Dian Tu Bi is truly pitiful. Please give a vote to Tang Shui if you have one.

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"Xuan, where did Thirteenth Aunt go? She disappeared after dinner." Huang Fei Hong lifted the curtain and walked out from the pharmacy, seeing Ye Xuan who was bending down to collect the herbs that were drying on the ground.

"Oh, Master, Thirteenth Aunt said that the theater troupe's boss, Mr. Zhang, invited her to help take photos for a new play, for promotional purposes," Ye Xuan replied, raising his head and thinking for a moment.

"Ah, a woman who is always out of the house, what kind of example is that?" Huang Fei Hong frowned, sighed, and shook his head. Then he asked Ye Xuan, "Where are Su and Kai?"

"The two senior brothers just went to Uncle Zhang's house to collect herbs. Master, is there something you need?" Ye Xuan packed up the herbs and asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing. The southern red flower for the wound medicine is suddenly out of stock. I was going to ask Kai to buy some," Huang Fei Hong waved his hand.

"No need to wait for the senior brothers, Master, I'll go and buy it." Ye Xuan smiled slightly and was about to leave.

"Alright, here, take the money!" Huang Fei Hong, seeing Ye Xuan about to leave, quickly took out a string of copper coins from his pocket to give to Ye Xuan.

"No need, Master, I have money!" Ye Xuan did not take the money Huang Fei Hong offered. After being there for a few months, Ye Xuan knew that Huang Fei Hong's life was not easy. His income was meager, yet he had to support a large medical clinic and often treated poor people for free. When Ye Xuan came to this world, the system gave him 100 silver dollars and 100 silver coins. One silver dollar was equivalent to ten silver coins, and one silver coin was equivalent to 100 copper coins. At that time, the price of a steamed bun was three copper coins.

Since Ye Xuan had been at Baozhi Lin for so long, he basically ate and lived there, and had few opportunities to spend money. In a few months, he hadn't even spent one silver coin. He had thought about giving the money to Huang Fei Hong, but Huang Fei Hong insisted on not accepting it. In the end, he could only keep it himself and leave it at Baozhi Lin when he left.

"It seems it's going to rain, remember to take an umbrella!" Huang Fei Hong didn't insist, smiling as he watched Ye Xuan run off. Seeing the lightning flashing in the sky, he reminded him loudly, as southern summers often had thunderstorms.

"Understood, Master!" Ye Xuan grabbed the oil paper umbrella by the door and walked briskly toward the pharmacy.

Ye Xuan walked down a few streets to the largest pharmacy nearby, Fushan Hall, and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, please weigh out ten pounds of southern red flower."

"That will be one silver coin and five copper coins. Just give me one silver coin." The shopkeeper smiled, holding a bag of southern red flower.

Ye Xuan took out a silver coin from his pocket and handed it over, then picked up the southern red flower the shopkeeper gave him and was about to leave.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a few thunderclaps sounded in the sky, followed by a heavy downpour, turning the world into a rain-soaked landscape.

"Fortunately, I listened to Master and took the umbrella!" Ye Xuan smiled slightly, opened the oil paper umbrella, and walked into the rain.

" Ding! System Task: Gain at least 50% favor from Yan Zhen Dong. (Time: Before the end of the movie, Task Success Reward: 3000 cultivation points, Task Failure Penalty: 1500 cultivation points.)"

Hearing the system's voice in his mind, Ye Xuan was suddenly stunned and asked the system while standing in the rain: Who is Yan Zhen Dong?

The system gave no response, and Ye Xuan almost went crazy. He thought and thought, but he didn't know anyone named Yan Zhen Dong in this world. What the heck, to gain his favor, at least let me know who he is. Not knowing him, how can I gain his favor? Ye Xuan even suspected that the system had just been struck by lightning.

Holding the umbrella and carrying the southern red flower, Ye Xuan walked through the rain with a gloomy mood. Suddenly, his steps stopped in front of a brothel.

Ye Xuan wasn't there to seek pleasure; he ignored the girls' calls and focused his attention on a restaurant across the street.

There was nothing special about the restaurant, but what was special was that a middle-aged man was performing on the street in front of it.

In the heavy rain, the middle-aged man was bare-chested, with his braid wrapped around his neck and a piece of cloth in his mouth. Two long spears were placed with one end on the threshold of the restaurant and the other end on the man's neck.

If it were an ordinary person, they would think it was just a street performance, a trick to entertain and cheat some money from the people. However, Ye Xuan had been practicing martial arts for a few months, and although the time was short, he had developed some discerning eyes. He noticed that the spears on the man's neck were real.

The man's hands pushed, and his muscles bulged like rocks, making a cracking sound as his bones rubbed together. Veins popped out on his forehead, and his left foot stepped forward. The two spear tips on his neck did not pierce his skin but bent under the force.

Crack! Crack!

The man exerted more force, and the spears made two crisp sounds, breaking in the middle and falling to the street in four pieces.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The people watching in the restaurant threw coins, and the middle-aged man quickly squatted down to pick them up. However, they were all copper coins, and the total was not enough to buy the two broken spears, so he sighed in disappointment.

Just as the man was about to leave after picking up the broken spears, he saw a young man holding an umbrella and carrying a cloth bag walking toward him.

"Senior, impressive skills!" Ye Xuan said admiringly as he approached the man.

"Just a small trick, not worth mentioning!" The man bowed humbly, but his face was full of confidence.

"Senior, you're too modest." Ye Xuan smiled slightly, handed the cloth bag containing the southern red flower to his hand holding the umbrella, and took out three silver coins from his pocket, saying, "I noticed Senior seems to be in some trouble. This is a small token of my respect. Please accept it."

"This..." The man looked at the three silver coins in Ye Xuan's palm, hesitating, clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes full of struggle.

"Senior, money is the courage of heroes. We martial artists pride ourselves on being heroes and should not be petty over a few silver coins. If Senior really cannot accept my offer, consider it payment for watching your amazing skills," Ye Xuan said, seeing the man's expression and emphasizing his words.

"Alright! I, Yan Zhen Dong of Shandong Iron Shirt, thank you, young sir." The middle-aged man's eyebrows rose, and he took the three silver coins from Ye Xuan, bowing.

"What, you are Yan Zhen Dong?" Ye Xuan exclaimed, surprised by the man's words.

"Have you heard of me, young sir?" Yan Zhen Dong looked at Ye Xuan in surprise.

"No, no." Realizing he had misspoken, Ye Xuan quickly shook his head and said, "Senior, please don't call me 'young sir.' I am not a young sir. My name is Ye Xuan, just a nobody."

"Ah, so you are Ye Xuan!" Yan Zhen Dong bowed, indeed, giving three silver coins at once made him believe Ye Xuan was from a wealthy family.

"Ha ha!" Hearing Yan Zhen Dong's words, Ye Xuan smiled helplessly. Seeing the rain getting heavier, he bowed and said, "The rain is getting heavier. I have something to attend to, so I must leave. I hope to see you again, Senior."

"Until we meet again!" Yan Zhen Dong bowed, standing in the rain and watching Ye Xuan walk away with his umbrella.

" Ding! Congratulations, you have gained 30% favor from Yan Zhen Dong."

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