Oh!
Ye Feng didn't react much upon hearing this. Although he knew that since the other party was a Third Grade Alchemist, he definitely possessed the strength of the Spirit Fusing Realm, none of that mattered to him.
As long as he had enough Prodigal Points, surpassing the other party was just a matter of minutes.
"What the!"
"You know I'm a Third Grade Alchemist, and all I get is an 'Oh'?"
However, Leng Wufeng felt stung by Ye Feng's complete lack of concern. He had finally managed to show off a bit, only to be completely ignored. Even with his good temperament, he found it a bit hard to bear.
"Junior Brother Wufeng, which Spirit Grasses among the Third Grade are considered particularly Precious?"
Ye Feng's interest was piqued. He wasn't planning to break through immediately but wanted to open a few Spirit Grass Jars first and then act prodigally in front of Leng Wufeng. Perhaps the Prodigal Points gained would far exceed what he spent.
"Bamboo Demon Grass, White Soul Flower, Purple Thunder Fruit, Illusory Spirit Ganoderma..."
... ...
The items Leng Wufeng listed weren't just Precious among Third Grade Spirit Grasses; they were Rare. It was no exaggeration to say that any single one of them would make even a Ninth Grade Alchemist covetous[1], because only these Rare Spirit Grasses could be used to refine certain rare Pills, even if they were only Third Grade Pills.
"System, specify Bamboo Demon Grass, White Soul Flower, and Purple Thunder Fruit. Open four Jars for each."
Three specified Spirit Grasses, four Jars each, total cost 1,200 Prodigal Points. With a seventy percent chance of getting them from each Jar, Ye Feng felt expectant.
"Ding! Consumed 1,200 Prodigal Points. Congratulations Host for obtaining Bamboo Demon Grass * 2, White Soul Flower * 1, Purple Thunder Fruit * 3!"
Huh!
Ye Feng's eyes lit up. A seventy percent chance really was the real deal. Except for only getting one White Soul Flower, he actually obtained three Purple Thunder Fruits and two Bamboo Demon Grasses. He was very satisfied with this probability.
"Senior Brother Ye Feng, you're not an Alchemist. Even if I tell you the names of these Spirit Grasses, you probably wouldn't recognize them. Even if you encountered them, you might not be able to identify them."
Leng Wufeng looked at Ye Feng with a smile as he spoke.
This wasn't Leng Wufeng mocking Ye Feng; it was the truth. Even he had only seen illustrations of these Rare Spirit Grasses in his Grandfather's Spirit Grass Compendium[2] and had never encountered them in reality.
"Junior Brother Wufeng, you must be thirsty after being busy for half the day. Senior Brother will go pour you a cup of water."
Hearing this, Ye Feng just smiled and then left Leng Wufeng's residence.
"Although this Eldest Senior Brother seems a bit abnormal, he's quite caring."
Watching Ye Feng leave to get him water, Leng Wufeng thought about refining a few more auxiliary pills for this unreliable Eldest Senior Brother's cultivation in the future.
Three minutes later.
When Ye Feng returned with a cup of water, Leng Wufeng was completely stunned.
Bamboo Demon Grass!
White Soul Flower!
Purple Thunder Fruit!
Inside the steaming cup of water, the three Rare Spirit Grasses were steeping. The special powers contained within them were slowly dissolving into the scalding hot water.
Swish!
Snapping back to reality, Leng Wufeng quickly wrapped his right hand in Spiritual Qi and fished out the three Spirit Grass stalks, his eyes filled with heartache.
Such Precious and Rare Spirit Grasses, actually being used to steep in water! This was simply a terrible waste of precious things![3]
Moreover, this was the first time in his life he had ever seen these specific Rare Spirit Grasses!
"Senior Brother Ye Feng, these... these stalks..."
Before Leng Wufeng could finish, Ye Feng directly picked up the three Spirit Grass stalks from the table, threw them on the ground, and forcefully crushed them under his right foot, saying simultaneously, "I heard that soaking Spirit Grass in water is quite beneficial for cultivators, although the effect isn't as good as Pills. Seeing how much you dislike them, Junior Brother Wufeng, these stalks must be trash. It's all Senior Brother's fault; I thought these were good things."
"Don't!"
Leng Wufeng reacted, quickly squatting down and pushing Ye Feng's right foot away. Looking at the three Spirit Grass stalks that had been completely crushed, he was genuinely driven to tears by anger.
Trash Spirit Grass my ass!
These are three of the Rare Spirit Grasses I just told you about, okay?!
"Senior Brother Ye Feng, these... these are three of the Spirit Grasses I just mentioned!"
"If you don't understand, you should have asked me first! Do you know that these three Spirit Grass stalks are Priceless Treasures to us Alchemists?!"
After speaking, Leng Wufeng felt even worse. Even his Grandfather had never encountered such Rare Spirit Grasses, yet they were crushed right before his eyes. Who could withstand such a blow!
"Ding! Congratulations Host for the successful prodigal act. Reward: 1,500 Prodigal Points."
Just then, the system notification Ye Feng had been waiting for finally sounded.
"1,500 points? Does that mean being prodigal with one stalk rewards 500 Prodigal Points?"
"I obtained six stalks in total, doesn't that mean I can get 3,000 Prodigal Points? And I only consumed 1,200 Prodigal Points."
Ye Feng could no longer pay attention to Leng Wufeng, who was squatting on the ground looking devastated. Thrilled by the large number of points obtained, Ye Feng felt like he was about to take off.
"I didn't expect these three Spirit Grass stalks to be the ones you mentioned. It's all Senior Brother's fault for not knowing anything."
"Alright, since they're already crushed, quickly tidy up and get some rest. I'm going back to my place to rest too."
After offering some simple consolation to Leng Wufeng, Ye Feng directly left his residence.
Five minutes later.
Hiss!
Ye Feng placed his feet into a warm Foot Basin, an expression of extreme enjoyment spreading across his face.
The remaining one Bamboo Demon Grass and two Purple Thunder Fruits were quietly soaking in the Foot Basin. The power contained within them seeped into the water, and Ye Feng felt an extremely pleasant tingling numbness in his feet. This was definitely not a comfort that ordinary hot water could provide.
However, Ye Feng didn't notice that his feet were gradually starting to turn black.
Outside.
"No, I still have to remind Senior Brother Ye Feng. Individually, these three Spirit Grasses are fine, even putting all three together is fine. But if only Bamboo Demon Grass and Purple Thunder Fruit are put together, they produce a Potent Poison. While not fatal, it's quite troublesome to deal with."
Leng Wufeng wasn't sure if Ye Feng had any more of these Rare Spirit Grasses, so he felt it necessary to warn him.
"What the hell!"
"What's happening? Why have my feet turned black, and why can't I feel them anymore!"
Just as he reached Ye Feng's courtyard, Leng Wufeng heard Ye Feng's cry of alarm from inside the house. His expression changed, sensing something was wrong, and he quickly rushed over.
Peng!
Kicking the door open, Leng Wufeng saw Ye Feng's already pitch-black feet resting on the edge of the bed. He then looked at the Bamboo Demon Grass and two Purple Thunder Fruits in the Foot Basin under the bed. His whole body trembled with anger.
He... he had already explained the preciousness of these Spirit Grasses to Ye Feng!
But he never expected Ye Feng to turn around and use such Spirit Grasses to... soak his feet! Freaking soak his feet!
[1] Original term: 眼热 - yǎn rè, lit. 'eyes hot'
[2] a collection of things, especially one systematically gathered
[3] Original idiom: 暴殄天物 - bào tiǎn tiān wù, lit. 'reckless waste of heavenly gifts'