I Can Devour Spirits

Duan Rong held the yellow booklet and the medicine list, weaving between the shelves, occasionally having to push a ladder and climb up and down.

Yin Cong just carried a bag, casually following behind, occasionally glancing at Duan Rong, spending most of his time leaning against a shelf in a counterfeit slumber...

When Duan Rong handed the last two bundles of herbs to Yin Cong, the ground beside him already held two bulging bags.

In Yin Cong’s empty bag, there was still a smaller bag, which he pulled out only when one bag was nearly full.

Yin Cong smacked his lips, appearing to have just had a pleasant dream. He took the two bundles of herbs handed by Duan Rong and stuffed them into the bag at hand.

Duan Rong said, ”This Silver Star Grass is the last herb. Everything on the list is complete!”

”Complete already, huh...”

Yin Cong placed the herbs securely, then leaned against the shelf edge again, intending to pick up the pleasant dream he left unfinished, but was interrupted by Duan Rong’s words.

Yin Cong yawned, stood up, and walked to the window to glance at the weather outside.

Though the fog was thick, it was apparent that the daylight was starting to dim, soon to be enveloped by dusk.

”It’s getting late. Let’s go to the first floor. Settle the bill and head back!” Yin Cong gestured grandly, rotating his somewhat stiff neck.

The two were currently in a corner on the third floor of the pavilion.

Duan Rong had just found two herbs and quickly grasped the knack.

He first arranged the herbs on the list by layer before finding them one tier at a time.

This way, not only did it save them from running back and forth across layers, but it also helped prevent omissions.

Each carrying a bag, the two arrived at the crescent-shaped counter on the first floor.

Behind the counter was a middle-aged woman who, upon seeing the two bulging bags, immediately furrowed her brows into a line resembling the character ”川,” then went into the room behind the counter and brought out three others.

Together, they began accounting for the items in those two bags.

Yin Cong leaned over the counter, getting chummy with a young and pretty female disciple among the group.

The female disciple, busy with the abacus, counted a small pile of herbs beside her without lifting an eyelid.

Yin Cong’s face showed discomfort as he glanced at Duan Rong, who wasn’t watching him and was engrossed in the yellow booklet.

Yin Cong walked over and clung to Duan Rong’s shoulder, chuckling, ”You indeed have a keen eye, Junior Brother. This herb-finding task will rely on you in the future.”

Duan Rong shrugged off Yin Cong’s arm with a cold remark, ”Senior Brother, aren’t you shameless?”

Yin Cong hastily explained, ”Junior Brother, don’t think Senior is taking advantage of you. Chen Hu isn’t good either, and he came earlier than me. When I teamed up with him for this task, he had me lugging the bags too. Not that Chen Hu wouldn’t toy with me, but I couldn’t handle this job. These dense yellow pamphlets, my head swells every time I look at them. Not like you, Junior Brother; you can focus so intently... Please, Junior Brother, just be the capable one and help Senior!”

Duan Rong glanced at Yin Cong, uncertain how much of his words were true or false.

Even if Yin Cong hadn’t spoken, Duan Rong had planned to undertake the task of rummaging through the yellow booklet for herbs.

He took on this task not out of sympathy for Yin Cong.

Although Duan Rong hadn’t been in Shang Xiangyu long, he already noticed that the truly dangerous ones were Pan Yong and Chen Hu.

Compared to these two, Yin Cong was far less shrewd and experienced.

But Duan Rong had his own considerations for taking on this task.

He wanted to see if he could use the Star Disc permissions of Shang Xiangyu to exchange the auxiliary medicine ”Green Pupil” for cultivating the Fourth Level of Fetal Concealment Scripture.

Of course, the premise was not leaving any loopholes for others to discover.

The two waited at the crescent-shaped counter for about half an incense stick’s time until the contents of the two bags were fully accounted.

The middle-aged woman behind the counter, sweating from her forehead with all the busy work, looked at them and said, ”It’s nine hundred twenty-one points in total.”

Yin Cong froze upon hearing this.

Duan Rong turned to him and whispered, ”What, not right?”

Yin Cong shook his head silently, without responding.

Before Yin Cong came, Pan Yong had calculated the exchange points for these herbs, seemingly saying it was nine hundred eleven points. But hearing the number from the middle-aged woman, Yin Cong was somewhat uncertain.

He hesitated a bit, yet still handed over the Star Disc to the woman behind the counter.

On the front edge of the Star Disc’s circular groove, there were six small holes numbered A, B, C, D, E, F; with specific pattern keys inserted into different holes, the respective numbers could be deducted.

The middle-aged woman first took out a black iron key, turned it nine times in the D hole, then swapped for another black iron key and turned it twice in the E hole, finally grabbing another key and making a turn in the F hole.

Then she returned the Star Disc to Yin Cong, who, observing her every move, took back the Star Disc and upon looking at the digits on the disc began counting on his fingers...

Duan Rong simply glanced at the disc and said, ”It’s right.”

”Really?” Yin Cong skeptically eyed Duan Rong.

Duan Rong responded, ”Eight thousand six hundred fifty-five minus nine hundred twenty-one is seven thousand seven hundred thirty-four.”

Not only was Yin Cong staring at him now, but even the middle-aged woman behind the counter was looking at him with a peculiar gaze.