After going back and forth, he sold a total of forty superior Spiritual Energy Pills.
As for the remaining four Spiritual Energy Pills, they were all of the top grade, and he had not planned on selling them.
The spirit stones in Zhou Chen’s hands also reached a staggering one hundred and sixty four.
Feeling the bulging storage pouch, he felt greatly satisfied.
"Finally, I am seeing some return on investment."
Previously, all his spirit stones had been used to purchase medicinal pills.
Even though being in charge of guarding the herb garden was a task that was not too tiring among sect affairs and did not pay poorly, over several decades Zhou Chen had not been able to save any spirit stones.
He turned around and went to the Spirit Medicine Workshop to purchase materials for over twenty more Spiritual Energy Pills.
He also bought some supplies and two sets of formation flags in the city.
Only then did Zhou Chen rush back home.
After leaving Moyu City, he changed out of his black robes and back into his usual green gown.
This trip had gone quite smoothly, with no one following him.
"Sigh. This trip was indeed quite fruitful."
He had told Nan Qiao last night that he would take her away today.
He thought Nan Qiao would be unwilling to leave the place where she grew up.
Although Wutan Town was only a few dozen miles away from the Yin Yang Sect, for a mortal, especially a weak woman, it was very likely she would never be able to return home in her lifetime.
Nan Qiao, however, said that a woman follows her husband no matter what.
From now on, she belonged to Zhou Chen. Wherever Zhou Chen went, she would follow.
But when he returned home, he saw Nan Qiao sitting by the table, her face full of worry, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly as she frowned deeply.
Seeing the returned Zhou Chen, Nan Qiao stood up excitedly and jogged over.
As her plump legs moved, the magnificent scenery before her chest trembled incessantly.
Seeing her face full of excitement, yet faintly tinged with unease, Zhou Chen gently hugged her and patted her back.
"How are you?"
Nan Qiao went soft in his arms, her voice filled with hope.
"Big Brother Zhou, a female fairy just came to the door and said that Linger’s talent is extraordinary and she wants to take her as a disciple.
But I said her father was not home, so I did not let her leave with that fairy."
Little Linger blinked her dark eyes and also drew close to him.
"Father, do I... do I have to go?"
Zhou Chen crouched down to look her in the eye.
"Little Linger, do you want to cultivate?"
Little Linger nodded vigorously and said in a milky voice.
"I also want to become an amazing person like Father. That fairy sister is very beautiful. She said that after becoming a cultivator, I can protect Mother."
Zhou Chen turned to look at Nan Qiao and said softly.
"Do you want her to go?"
Nan Qiao nodded slightly and said hesitantly.
"I do want her to go. She cannot stay by our side forever. Embarking on the great Dao of cultivation in the future would be her opportunity, but I still want to ask for your opinion."
Since Zhou Chen was her man, he was the pillar of the family.
For such a major matter, he definitely had to give his approval.
Zhou Chen nodded slowly.
"Then I will go with you, and while I am at it, see which sect she is from."
He was not worried that the other party would make a move against him.
Firstly, if the other party had ill intentions, there was no need to wait for him to return.
If they truly valued Little Linger’s talent, they could have just snatched her away.
Secondly, this place was not far from the Yin Yang Sect, so the other party would have to give the Yin Yang Sect some face.
Following the address the other party had left, Zhou Chen found her at the town’s inn.
It was a woman with a cold face, a slender figure, and an air between her brows that kept people at a distance.
She looked to be only in her early twenties.
But Zhou Chen was basically certain that she was at least a hundred years old.
That casual glance she gave him carried a daunting chill.
Zhou Chen was secretly shocked.
Golden Core. At least someone at the Golden Core Stage or above.
Because cultivators cannot see whether others possess a spiritual root.
Cultivation sects that wanted to test talented mortals also relied on the power of magical artifacts.
At least in Zhou Chen’s knowledge, Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators cannot see with the naked eye whether the other party possesses a spiritual root.
He had previously thought this woman was using the power of a magical artifact.
Now it seemed that the other party had just happened to pass by and accidentally seen Little Linger, thus developing a desire to recruit talent.
Zhou Chen’s thoughts were racing, but his face remained calm.
"Senior, I am an outer sect disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, Zhou Chen."
The cultivation world does not determine seniority by age, but only by cultivation level.
The woman said calmly, "Hidden Moon Sect, Nangong Wan."
Zhou Chen’s eyelids twitched.
This woman was an elder of a first rate sect.
It was rumored that her cultivation was extraordinary, with half a foot already in the Nascent Soul realm.
Nangong Wan wanted to take Little Linger as a personal disciple.
Little Linger was also willing to leave with her.
The two sides only exchanged a few words.
Before leaving, Nangong Wan said indifferently, "In the future, if you want to find Little Linger, you can come to the Hidden Moon Sect to find me. Once she steps into the Foundation Establishment Stage, I will naturally let her go down the mountain for training."
Little Linger was extremely reluctant to leave Nan Qiao and stared straight at her.
After all, she was just a little girl. How could she truly be willing to leave her mother?
But in the end, she obediently followed Nangong Wan and left.
Nan Qiao kept a gentle smile until Nangong Wan soared into the sky and disappeared from her sight.
Her eyes were already filled with tears, yet she still held them back.
"Big Brother Zhou, let us go back."
Zhou Chen gently kissed her.
If Nan Qiao were willing, she could have followed Little Linger.
A Heavenly Spiritual Root.
A genius with a Heavenly Spiritual Root wanting to bring a mortal to the sect would definitely not be difficult.
But Nan Qiao did not do that and still chose to follow Zhou Chen.
Perhaps part of the reason was out of concern that she would be a burden to her daughter.
But it was also inseparable from her belief that she was Zhou Chen’s woman.
She had packed her luggage early on and prepared a little after returning home.
She locked the courtyard gate and quickly recovered her emotions.
"Big Brother Zhou, how far are we from the Yin Yang Palace?"
She was just an ordinary rural woman.
Even if she was quite beautiful, she had never left the small area of the town.
Seeing her ask with such a serious face, a smile curled on Zhou Chen’s lips.
"Only a few dozen miles."
Hearing "a few dozen miles," Nan Qiao’s face turned a bit pale.
She still forced a smile and said gently.
"Okay. Good."
Zhou Chen had not prepared a carriage. If they truly had to walk dozens of miles on foot, that would take half her life.
But she was used to being submissive and following her husband as her heaven.
Even if she was worried she could not hold on, she did not dare to rashly say she felt unwell, fearing she would cause Zhou Chen’s dislike.
As it turned out, just as the two left the village, Nan Qiao felt her body lighten as she was pulled into Zhou Chen’s arms.
In a princess carry, he sped forward.
Nan Qiao could only see the fields and trees receding rapidly on both sides.
Instinctively, she held Zhou Chen tightly, her soft parts pressing firmly against him.
"Zhou... Big Brother Zhou."