At the beginning, the Fu family devoted all their clan's efforts to collect ten thousand spirit stones, which took forty years. For a moment, Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel in a daze and muttered to himself:

"No wonder the old saying often says that the gold belt of murder and arson fire is called."

However.

This is a task of pinning your head on your belt.

Fu Shiyi quickly abandoned this idea. If you do too much such things, it will definitely be useless for the practice of the Great Dao. And she feels that she can only feel at ease by working hard step by step.

"Father, we will take the things in the storage bag of Wen's family and the storage bag to the underground trading black market to deal with them. What do you think?"

Fu Siyuan and Liujie were registering for the spiritual herbs in the wooden box, and he couldn't help but stop.

Fu Siyuan is a little reluctant:

"It's fine. We keep the storage bags, for fear that the people of the Wen family will see the clues, but I think the spiritual medicine and herbs here will definitely not be sold at any price in the black market. It's better to keep them for your own use. The patriarch, what do you think?"

Fu Zhihong pondered for a while before speaking:

"Restarting the alchemy hall was mentioned thirty years ago, but there were no spirit stones before, so the alchemy room could not be built. Now there is income from the forbidden basin. It is estimated that it is enough to build an alchemy peak. It just so happened that our clan also produced several good alchemy seedlings three years ago. In the future, there will definitely be a lot of spiritual herbs, so this spiritual medicine should be left behind. These are all freshly picked in the forbidden basin, so there should be no hidden dangers."

Fu Shiyi was just too careful.

Seeing everyone's unanimous speech.

She thought about it herself and felt it was reasonable, so she nodded and agreed.

The second storage bag seemed much more destitute. Apart from a third-level flying sword weapon and six third-level burst talismans, there were only a dozen wooden boxes containing second-level spiritual herbs, with an overall value of less than eight thousand spirit stones.

“The difference is a bit big.”

Fu Siyuan was a little disappointed.

This wealth is almost equivalent to the poverty of these people from the barbarians.

Fu Shiyidao:

"I guess his magical instruments and talismans are all in battle and have been consumed. Look at us, there is nothing left on us. But no matter what, this storage bag is worth at least nine thousand spirit stones, and the total amount is about twenty thousand spirit stones, which is worth several years of income in our clan."

Fu Siyuan smiled and said in an instant:

"Yes, I'm too greedy."

Seeing this, Fu Zhihong nodded with satisfaction.

After calming down the mentality, everyone was no longer as worried as before. When they opened the third storage bag, the inventory speed was much faster. This storage bag was a little better than the former, but it was not as good as the first one, but there was a fourth-level wormwood grass.

Artemisia scattered grass is of no use to monks.

But for monsters, it has a fatal attraction.

Fu Zhihong:

"This wormwood is not common. The fourth-level one is even more feathered and feathered. It is auctioned at the black market. If you encounter a monk who specializes in hunting, you should be able to sell it at a good price."

It's luck!

The fourth-level wormwood grass is enough to welcome the fourth-level monster, and its strength is equivalent to that of the Jindan monk. If you can use this wormwood grass, they are all high-level monks, but they are not able to be affected by the foundation-building cultivation. For those people, their wealth will naturally be much richer than them. But the ones they participated in the hunting this time were all foundation-building monks, and only the children of that aristocratic family were interested in bidding. They could also respect their elders in the Hui tribe.
Chapter completed!