Su Ming did not immediately speak. A pensive look appeared on his face.
"Brother Zhong, do you have any way to get a large number of Crimson Stones from the Latter Shamans who are participating in the second part of the treasure gambling event?" Su Ming asked languidly after some time.
"This …" Wu Duo hesitated for a moment before he shook his head and continued speaking. "Please forgive me, brother Mo. If you agree to work together with me, then I can tell you in detail. I can only say that I've already asked three of my fellow Shamans to help me with this. I originally had a six-tenths chance of success, but if you join us, then I'll have a seven-tenths or even eight-tenths chance of success!" Once he finished speaking, Wu Duo looked at Su Ming with a sincere look on his face.
"I still need to think about this. I can't give you an answer for the time being." After a moment, Su Ming shook his head and spoke in a low voice. He could understand why Wu Duo did not tell him in detail. After all, if it was him, he would have done the same, but this was too risky. Besides, if there were no great benefits to be gained from this, then Su Ming did not like taking a gamble for a Crimson Stone that he did not know much about.
"Alright. I hope that you'll think about it carefully. I hope that I can work together with you again." Wu Duo did not expect Su Ming to agree to this immediately. After all, if they were to fight for Crimson Stones with the Latter Shamans, the slightest carelessness could lead to their deaths. Su Ming not immediately rejecting him was already a good thing in Wu Duo's eyes.
He knew that Su Ming was a cautious person. This was something he could tell from the first time they met and worked together. He also knew that if Su Ming said that he was thinking about it, then he was truly thinking about it and was not making an excuse. That was why there was no need for him to continue trying to persuade him. Besides, even though he really wanted Su Ming to join them, if he said too much, it would only bring about a negative effect.
Wu Duo talked to Su Ming about the various legends regarding the World of Nine Yin for a while. When dusk was about to arrive, the two of them left the place.
Su Ming did not return to the inn straight away. Instead, he wandered around Shaman City. There were a lot of shops in this place, and there were also quite a number of items Su Ming had never seen or heard of before. There were even some herbs that were rarely seen outside, but there were quite a lot of them in this place.
Su Ming saw about seven or eight of the herbs drawn on the bamboo slip with the descriptions of the various herbs on him in Shaman City. This made him incredibly excited. After all, even if Su Ming was still reluctant to use the Spirit Plunder he had to open the next door in the strange dimension, but as time passed by, there would come a day when he would have to create the medicinal pills that were created after Spirit Plunder. He might not know what the name of the next medicinal pill would be or what herbs he would need, but if he could gather some of every single herb he could find, it would still be useful.
In his excitement, Su Ming spent almost all his time searching for herbs in Shaman City over the next few days. Not only did he manage to find a large number of the herbs on the bamboo slip, he also found all the materials needed to create Scattering Dust, South Separation, Mountain Spirit, and even Spirit Plunder!
These materials were sold here and there, and some of them were even used for other purposes, but in Su Ming's eyes, these herbs were all treasures.
However, Su Ming's Shaman Crystals were limited. These herbs might not be expensive, but if Su Ming wanted to buy all of them, then he would need to spend quite a lot of Shaman Crystals. Besides, Wu Duo had also mentioned that if he wanted to try his luck in the treasure gambling event, he would need to prepare a large amount of Shaman Crystals.
However, Su Ming was not too interested in the treasure gambling event. In his mind, the chances of him winning this sort of treasure gambling event were too low, and he did not have that many Shaman Crystals to gamble either. The difference between what he would have to pay and what he would gain was too great.
'I can choose not to join the treasure gambling event, but I'm almost out of Shaman Crystals to buy these herbs. This is going to be a little difficult …' Half a month later, Su Ming stood by the window of his room in the inn with mixed feelings in his heart. He was happy because he had gone to almost all the shops in Shaman City and bought a large amount of herbs, which gave him the confidence that he could create more medicinal pills. Even if he wanted to create Spirit Plunder, besides the fact that it would be difficult for him to obtain the living dead, he had already obtained enough herbs to create ten more medicinal pills.
But he was worried because he lacked Shaman Crystals. When he saw that there were still quite a number of herbs that he could not buy, Su Ming was worried that if he missed this chance, he would not know when he would be able to come to the World of Nine Yin again.
'Oh well, I can only try selling medicinal pills again. Thank goodness I've been asking around about this place while I was buying herbs, and I've come to understand quite a lot of things. The selling and trading of medicinal pills might be rare, but they still exist.' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he made his decision. Over the past few days, he had made some indirect inquiries and asked whether medicinal pills like Scattering Dusts were sold. Once he went through almost the entire Shaman City, he found two Scattering Dusts in a shop. However, there was not much medicinal effect left in them, but the method of creation and the smell allowed Su Ming to tell with just one glance that it was the same as his Scattering Dusts, even though there were some slight differences between them!
Su Ming lifted his right hand and flipped it over. Immediately, three Scattering Dusts appeared on his palm. The color of these three Scattering Dusts was glossy and they let out waves of green medicinal fragrance, making them look incredibly extraordinary.
As he looked at the three Scattering Dusts in his hand, Su Ming put them away and sat down cross-legged on the bed in his room. He closed his eyes and began meditating. During the past half a month, he did not have time to bother with Lan Lan and Ahu, but he had left the mark of his divine sense on them. If any danger befell them, then Su Ming would rush over as quickly as he could, just like he did half a month ago.
Su Ming had made a promise. If he did not agree to the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe's request, then he would let it go, but since he had already agreed to it, then he would do his best to fulfill his promise. Others might only see the importance he placed on his promise, but in truth, it was because he did not want to break his promise to anyone anymore …
That was why Su Ming might seem as if he did not pay too much attention to Lan Lan and Ahu, but in truth, that was not the case.
The night passed by. When the next morning arrived, Su Ming opened his eyes, and a glint appeared in his eyes. He got up and walked out of his room. Nan Gong Hen was still in isolation and had not come out even after half a month. Su Ming cast a glance at Nan Gong Hen's room before he averted his gaze and left the inn.
After walking around Shaman City for a while, without anyone noticing, Su Ming's appearance quietly changed. The mask was no longer on his face, and he wore a bamboo hat on his head. His body also seemed to have become slightly thicker. No one would be able to see the details of these thicker parts, but in truth, these were the black beetles belonging to Su Ming's clone. Under the clone's will, they stuck themselves to Su Ming's body, causing his body to become much thicker.
Once he completely changed his appearance, Su Ming appeared outside a shop that looked rather big on a rather prosperous street. That shop had six floors, and there were only about ten shops of this size in Shaman City.
Right before the shop was a stone monument, and there were three words carved on it in a flamboyant manner - Nine Shaman Pavilion!
Su Ming had come to Nine Shaman Pavilion twice during the past half a month, and each time he came, he would buy quite a large amount of herbs. He knew that this was a place with a rather complete collection of herbs, and besides herbs, this pavilion also sold almost everything else. It did not matter whether it was Enchanted Treasures, physical Vessels, or even items unique to the World of Nine Yin. There were even some secret information as well.
Su Ming averted his gaze. At that moment, he wore the bamboo hat and had his divine sense surrounding his entire body. The power of his Nascent Soul was also contained within, causing his presence to be incredibly chaotic, but in a rather balanced manner. He walked into Nine Shaman Pavilion.
The first floor of the pavilion was very big and looked rather spacious. There were three wide stone walls that were several dozens of feet tall at the center, and there were some words flashing on them. At that moment, there were some Shamans standing beside the three stone walls, staring at them intently. Occasionally, they would rush to the shop attendants dressed in the same attire waiting by the sides. Usually, they would whisper a few words to each other before they would be led to the dozen something chambers with seals placed around the hall in the first floor.
Su Ming had come here twice before, and this was his third time here. He was familiar with the place. He knew that the words flashing on the three stone walls were the items that were being sold in this place. If there was anything that caught his fancy, then he could look for the attendants in the shop to trade with them.
At the back of the hall in the first floor was a Relocation Rune that was several dozens of feet big. The only Relocation Rune was to the second floor, and besides that Relocation Rune, there was no other way to enter the second floor.
Su Ming swept his gaze across the hall. His face was covered by the bamboo hat and no one could see him, but the chaotic but balanced presence coming from his body caught the attendants' attention. One of the middle-aged men immediately took a few steps forward and wrapped his fist in his palm before bowing to Su Ming.
"My friend, how may I be of service?" The middle-aged man was a Medial Shaman, and he did not seem to be weak. There was a smile on his face as he looked at Su Ming.
"I'm here to sell something," Su Ming said flatly. He did not say much.
"Oh? Sir, what do you want to sell? Nine Shaman Pavilion will give you a satisfactory price based on the value of any treasure in the world. " As the man smiled, he spread his perception outwards. When it gathered on Su Ming's body, it was immediately bounced off by a huge force, causing the man's expression to change and he instinctively took a few steps back.
"Since when did Nine Shaman Pavilion become so unruly?!" Su Ming's hoarse voice came from under the bamboo hat. His voice was incredibly ghastly, as if it was filled with a threatening chill.
When the middle-aged man bounced off Su Ming's divine sense, he felt as if thunder had roared in his head. The strength of Su Ming's divine sense was so great that even Latter Shamans would be shocked when they ran into him, much less this male Medial Shaman. The man's face immediately turned pale. Just as he was about to speak, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph and lifted his right hand to throw out a small white bottle.
"Give this to the person in charge of your business. Whether he will accept it or not, I can only wait for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!" Su Ming's voice was cold and aloof. The middle-aged man instinctively caught the small white bottle, and as he was shocked by Su Ming's power, he opened the bottle and lowered his head to sniff it. He could not help but frown. There was a medicinal fragrance within the bottle, and it smelled rather extraordinary, but it was empty. There was only the remnants of the fragrance within.
Out of caution, the man wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards Su Ming before walking towards the Relocation Rune. With a flash of light, he disappeared.
Su Ming stood in the hall with a calm expression under the bamboo hat. However, in less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn after the man disappeared, the light from the Rune shone once again, and the man walked out with shock on his face. There was an old man following behind him.
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