Chapter 1848: Chapter 1828: Lin Yan Story Part 12_1 Chapter 1848: Chapter 1828: Lin Yan Story Part 12_1 “I want to see your owner.”

Ye Zilin had traveled a long way and sold medicinal plants more than once. He knew the ins and outs.

The Hundred-Year-Old Lingzhi Mushroom is rare and precious. Only by negotiating with the owner can he get a good price.

“The owner is busy.”

The shop assistant spoke instinctively, his eyes falling on the dagger, and then he decisively shut his mouth.

“Young man, please follow me.”

He gestured invitingly and led Ye Zilin to the backyard, into an exquisitely decorated private room.

“Are you here to sell medicinal plants?”

The owner arrived quickly, stroked his beard and took a surprised look at Ye Zilin.

“Yes.”

Without waiting for his question, Ye Zilin took off his backpack and pulled out the Lingzhi Mushroom.

“Hiss.”

The owner caught a glimpse of the Lingzhi Mushroom and took a deep breath, looking at Ye Zilin with full incredulity.

“This is a Hundred-Year-Old Lingzhi Mushroom. Give me a price.”

Worried about his siblings back at the inn, Ye Zilin didn’t want to waste time.

“Final offer, eighty taels.”

The owner’s shrewd eyes carried the hint of calculation.

He underestimated Ye Zilin’s age and assumed he didn’t understand the market.

“One hundred and fifty taels.”

Ye Zilin would not be fooled. With a frosty look, he banged his dagger on the table. “If you can offer this price, we can trade right here, right now. If not, forget it.”

“One hundred and fifty taels is too much.”

The owner shivered in pain, no longer daring to underestimate the boy.

He was absolutely certain that the passing murderous intent was in the boy’s eyes.

This kid wasn’t a pushover. He was likely to have killed before.

These thoughts worried him, sending a chill up his spine.

“It’s not too much.”

Ye Zilin, with a dark face, threatened him, “If you dare to take advantage of the weak, force a deal, my dagger won’t be kind.”

Who was the weak one?

Who was forcing the deal?

The owner dropped two beads of cold sweat from the back of his head and admitted defeat after a few seconds of staring.

“Alright, as you say, one hundred and fifty taels.”

“You’re wise.”

Ye Zilin put away his dagger and took out the Ginseng and Angelica.

This time, the owner offered a fair price very consciously, with no intention of arguing with him.

Ye Zilin took the 300 taels of banknotes, left the Medicine Shop, and continued to wander around the small town.

In the evening, he settled an agreement with a caravan departing to the Western Region early the next day.

Before returning to the inn, he had bought many things and filled the backpack.

“Big brother.”

Ye Zimo, holding his sister, waited at the window. Seeing his brother had returned, he rushed down the stairs like the wind to meet him in the lobby.

Ye Ziyan sweetly called her brother, raising her small arms for a hug.

“We made quite a bit of money selling the medicinal plants. Let’s have a good meal.”

Ye Zilin took his sister from Ye Zimo. The icy face seemed to melt like snow, revealing endless warmth and affection.

“That’s great,”
Ye Zimo felt his hungry stomach, swallowing his saliva, “We finally get to eat hot steamed buns.”

“Waiter, order.”

Ye Zilin smiled as he ruffled his brother’s hair, then looked back at the inn’s waiter, the eyes cold as ice again.

“Coming.”

The waiter shivered in surprise, a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

Was this kid really just nine years old?

Why did he give off a god-killing vibe, as if he has been through a battlefield of blood and fire?

The waiter learned the truth.

Ye Zilin had regained his memory from the Immortal Realm due to extreme grief when his mother committed suicide.

He remembered who he was.

The most noble Crown Prince in the Immortal Realm, the direct grandson of the Immortal Emperor, the future master of the realm.