Unsheathed

Staying in the Hundred Flower Garden was very expensive, but Chen Ping’an and the others were indeed getting what they paid for. There were many benefits that money couldn't buy. For example, they could get interesting insider knowledge about the immortals in the mountains and how they were reacting to the imminent debate between Buddhism and Daoism. The Hundred Flower Inn would collate this information into something that looked like an official government report and deliver it to the guests each day.

Apart from this, each room in the inn was equipped with several nifty spirit tools. Well, even though they were spirit tools, they were crafted from scrap pieces and worth a total of two or three snowflake coins. In any case, guests were free to take these spirit tools with them when they left.

Pei Qian was overjoyed when she learned of this.

She started to flatter Sui Youbian, and after obtaining the small spirit tools in their room, she ran over to Old Man Wei and Little Bai's room to treat them to some roasted seeds and fruit. She dawdled around for a long time, and she refused to leave no matter what. In the end, Zhu Lian was the one who became so annoyed that he told Pei Qian to hurry up and take the trinkets and leave.

In the end, with the addition of the four spirit tools from Chen Ping'an's room, Pei Qian managed to gather ten low-grade spirit tools. Cultivators at the Middle Five Tiers wouldn't care about attractive but useless spirit tools like these, while those at the Lower Five Tiers couldn't afford to stay at inns like this to begin with. As a result, Pei Qian became filthy rich in a single night. Her treasure box could no longer house so many treasures, so she could only leave them in Chen Ping'an's minimization treasure for the moment.

This was an inn for powerful esteemed immortals, so the atmosphere of the inn was naturally calm and peaceful. Moreover, after forging a good relationship with the local government, the Hundred Flower Inn was allowed to set up a formation that could gather spiritual energy from the wind and water, allowing the spiritual energy in the inn to be far more abundant than the spiritual energy in the prefectural city outside.

In addition to this, there were also two colorful door gods plastered on the front doors of the inn. They were genuine talismanic door gods, and divine warriors suited in golden armor would step out if sinister entities dared to approach them, wielding weapons and capable of vanquishing ghosts.

Apart from this, the inn would also provide guests with a small plate of immortal fruit every day. These were the best and freshest produce of an Agrarian cultivator in the Hundred Flower Garden, and they were one of the main drawing points of the inn.

While transcribing texts, Pei Qian paused and put her calligraphy brush down several times. When she rotated her wrists to loosen them up, she would always see Chen Ping'an staring at the plate of jujubes and pears in a daze.

Pei Qian was slightly puzzled.

It seemed like her master was being reminded of something unhappy.