Chapter 3:Target: Blue Silver Emperor!
That will be my opportunity.
Furthermore, if one could absorb the current Blue Silver Emperor through one's own Dark Blue Silver Grass, it is unknown whether the item could evolve.
This thought took root in his mind, instantly making Ye Xuanming's future path clear.
He needs power, to improve his strength more quickly.
Meditation can enhance soul power, but physical strength is equally important.
Only a strong physique can withstand spirit rings of higher ages.
His gaze fell on the soul guide ring on the bedside table, which contained an inheritance of more than a hundred gold soul coins.
"Whale glue".
In this era, whale glue was merely a luxury item used by nobles to enhance their entertainment, and few people knew about its enormous benefits to the physique of Soul Masters.
This is his opportunity.
With that in mind, Ye Xuanming decided not to delay any longer.
I replaced sleep with meditation.
...
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.
Ye Xuanming ate a little something and then headed straight for Nottingham's most bustling commercial street.
Shops along the street have gradually opened, and the air is filled with the aroma of food and the unique dampness of the early morning.
He easily found a fairly large pharmacy.
The pharmacy owner was a middle-aged man with a goatee, wiping the counter with a rag. When he saw a six-year-old child walk in alone, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Little one, what are you here to buy? Did your family send you to run errands?"
"Boss, I want to buy whale glue."
Ye Xuanming got straight to the point, his voice calm.
The goatee-bearded shopkeeper stopped wiping and looked Ye Xuanming up and down, his eyes becoming somewhat strange.
A six-year-old child specifically asked to buy whale glue?
In a small place like Nottingham, ordinary people can't afford whale glue; only nobles and city lords can afford it.
The boss lowered his voice and forced a knowing smile onto his face.
"Young master, this is a really good thing, very nourishing. It's just that the price is a bit high. How much money did you bring?"
"Let me check the goods first."
Ye Xuanming did not answer, but simply looked at him calmly.
That composure beyond his years made the goatee-bearded shopkeeper put away some of his disdain.
He thought the child might be a young master from a wealthy family, sent to do some strange job.
"Okay, you wait."
The boss turned and went into the inner room. A moment later, he carefully brought out a wooden box.
Upon opening the box, a strong, fishy odor wafted out.
Inside lay several palm-sized, dark yellow, gelatinous objects with peculiar patterns on their surfaces.
"This is whale glue of a hundred years old. One piece costs fifty gold soul coins, no bargaining."
The boss looked smug, as if he was certain that Ye Xuanming was a clueless kid.
Ye Xuanming stretched out his finger and gently touched one of the pieces, feeling its unique elasticity and temperature.
He looked up, a naive smile befitting his age on his face.
"Boss, I heard from my father that this kind of thing will lose its effectiveness if left for too long."
"Look at these pieces of yours, the color has darkened, and the edges are a bit cracked. They've probably been sitting here for years, haven't they?"
The smile on the goatee-bearded boss's face froze.
In a small place like Nottingham, whale glue is indeed very difficult to sell.
Ye Xuanming continued in that harmless tone:
"My father said that if you come across this kind of old stock, thirty gold soul coins a piece would be considered a generous gesture."
I want three today, to make it a round number, how about 100 gold soul coins?
The boss's eye twitched slightly.
This kid isn't some clueless idiot; he's clearly a little fox!
What he said made perfect sense; these few pieces of whale glue were indeed stockpiled for several years, and few people usually inquired about them.
He had intended to rip people off, but he was outmaneuvered by a child.
"Three gold soul coins for one hundred? Young master, you really are... good at bargaining. No, no, at least one hundred and twenty gold soul coins."
"One hundred gold soul coins."
Ye Xuanming shook his head and made a move to leave.
"I'll go ask around at other places."
"Hey, don't go!"
When the boss saw that he was about to leave, he panicked and quickly called him back.
"Alright, alright, one hundred it is! Consider it my first sale today, I'll give you a discount!"
As he reluctantly wrapped up the three pieces of whale glue, he muttered to himself, "Kids these days are getting smarter and smarter."
Ye Xuanming readily paid the money, put the wrapped whale glue into his soul guide ring, and turned to leave the pharmacy.
...
Back in the courtyard, Ye Xuanming immediately closed the courtyard gate and the room door.
He took out a piece of whale glue from his soul guide ring. The dark yellow, gelatinous substance emitted a strong fishy smell in the dimly lit room.
This stuff cannot be swallowed directly; it must be softened first.
Ye Xuanming went to the kitchen, lit a fire, and poured half a pot of water into an iron pot.
Instead of throwing the whale glue directly into the pot, he found a small ceramic bowl, put the whale glue into the bowl, and then placed the bowl in the hot water in the pot.
Heating in a water bath is the safest method, as it can prevent excessively high temperatures from damaging the structure of the whale glue.
As the water temperature continued to rise, the whale glue in the ceramic bowl began to slowly melt.
It gradually transforms from a tough, gelatinous solid into a viscous, gelatinous substance with a strange aroma.
The fishy smell grew stronger and stronger during this process, almost filling the entire room.
The century-old whale glue had an extremely strong fishy smell. Ye Xuanming held his breath and waited until the whale glue in the bowl had completely dissolved and turned into a bowl of amber-colored gelatinous substance before he decisively extinguished the fire.
After letting it cool slightly, Ye Xuanming did not hesitate at all, tilting his head back and swallowing the gelatinous substance in the bowl.
A hot, warm current slid down my throat and into my stomach.
The next moment, an indescribable burst of violent energy exploded within his body.
Ye Xuanming groaned, his body trembled violently, and his skin instantly turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.
He dared not delay, immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, suppressed the surging energy within his body, and quickly entered a meditative state.
The Spirit Hall's "Basic Meditation Method" flowed through his mind, and he began to painstakingly guide that violent energy.
This energy was far more domineering than his own soul power, rampaging through his meridians and bringing waves of tearing pain.
Large beads of sweat appeared on Ye Xuanming's forehead, his jaw was clenched, and even his lips turned white.
He was like an experienced helmsman, navigating a small boat that could capsize at any moment amidst turbulent waves.
He mobilized his soul power, carefully enveloping a small amount of whale glue energy, and began to circulate it according to the meditation route.
This process was incredibly difficult.
Every inch of movement feels like sanding your meridians with sandpaper.
But Ye Xuanming could clearly feel that whenever the energy of the whale glue flowed through a place, the meridians, muscles, and even bones there would be repeatedly tempered and strengthened by this energy, becoming more resilient.
(End of this Chapter)