Chapter 7 Buying spirit plants

Qin Ming shook his head, lifted the bag in his hand, and said: "Not only did he not scold me, but he also gave me these Spirit Stones."

"Wow! Such a big bag of Spirit Stones, there must be over a hundred and something, right?" Qin Qing's eyes were filled with greed as she looked enviously at the bag in front of her: "I don't care, since you have so many Spirit Stones, you have to buy me delicious food and pretty clothes."

"There are two hundred Spirit Stones here." Qin Ming was an Expert in the Martial Saint Realm in his previous life; once he held the bag in his hand, he knew exactly how many there were: "Tomorrow I will take you out to wander the streets properly; whatever you want to buy, you can buy."

As the little princess of the Qin Family, Qin Qing had always been very sensible. She usually wouldn't spend Spirit Stones recklessly and was always frugal. When his younger sister said she wanted to buy delicious food and pretty clothes, she was just talking; she just wanted Qin Ming to accompany her shopping, and at most, she would probably just buy some small accessories.

However, in this life, Qin Ming would not mistreat his younger sister. He had already planned to take her to wander around Liu City properly tomorrow and buy her several more outfits.

As for where the Spirit Stones would come from? Certainly not these mere two hundred low-grade Spirit Stones. How could these two hundred low-grade Spirit Stones buy clothes worthy of his sister?

The Spirit Stones would have to be taken from the Zhao Family!

"This is what you said, so it's settled, we'll go shopping tomorrow." Qin Qing said, setting the matter in stone, as if she were afraid that Qin Ming might go back on his word.

Qin Ming smiled and shook his head, saying with a smile: "Let's go, we're heading out!"

"Where to? Shopping?"

"No, I'm taking you to do something fun."

"What kind of fun thing?" Qin Qing's big eyes blinked, looking at Qin Ming like a curious baby.

She always felt that her older brother seemed to have changed; he had become more confident and more mysterious.

The corners of Qin Ming's mouth curled up, and he smiled slightly, saying: "Let's go, you'll know when we get there."

Liu City, Shunli Street.

Qin Ming and Qin Qing arrived in front of a luxurious pavilion, and Qin Ming took Qin Qing and walked inside with big strides.

"This guest, what would you like?" A very polite attendant greeted the two of them and asked respectfully.

"Quli Root, Baihua Grass, Jinxiang Li…"

Over a dozen kinds of first-grade and second-grade spirit plants, as well as a third-grade spirit plant, tumbled out of Qin Ming's mouth in a flurry.

"Brother, why did you come to Jue Ming Pavilion to buy these things?" Qin Qing asked curiously from the side.

Her brother Qin Ming was truly becoming more and more incomprehensible. She didn't know where he had heard these names of spirit plants, and even less did she know what he intended to do with them.

Could it be that her brother wanted to learn Alchemy?

Shaking her head, Qin Qing rejected this childish thought of hers.

Alchemy was not easy. Their Qin Family operated in Medicinal Pills, so they understood this industry best.

Although Alchemy looked simple—just casually combining a few herbs, placing them in an alchemy furnace, and waiting for a period of time to harvest quite a few Medicinal Pills—

but in reality?

The Qin Family Head, who was the father of both Qin Ming and herself, had also tried Alchemy. However, with his father's strength at the Martial Master Realm, he couldn't even refine the simplest qi refining pill.

After wasting countless spirit plants, Qin Father simply gave up the idea of Alchemy.

"You'll know in a moment." Qin Ming smiled mysteriously and said.

It wasn't that Qin Ming didn't want to tell his sister the truth, but this matter was simply too inconceivable.

He, Qin Ming, had never practiced Alchemy in front of his sister. If he suddenly told her one day, "I can practice Alchemy, and I am also a Divine Alchemist at the Pill God Realm,"

even if it killed her, she wouldn't believe it; she would probably just think he was sleep-talking.