29: Chapter 29 This man is insane, he actually uses demon flesh to make compost!

These little trees that looked like morning glories were very common in the Xuan Sect, found almost everywhere.

Zhao Mo didn't even notice that the scientific name for this thing was actually Insect Cage Tree.

"I really don't know what to say; it was effortless to find."

Since he had found the Insect Cage Tree, all that remained was the monster meat.

This, however, stumped Zhao Mo again.

Marketplace.

"How much is this monster meat?"

"One hundred purple gold coins per catty."

"Damn it, why don't you just rob me?" Zhao Mo worked himself to the bone, and one catty of white orchid fruit only sold for one hundred purple gold coins. This unknown pig monster meat cost one hundred just by opening one's mouth; how was that any different from robbery?

"Robbery? You poor wretch, why ask the price if you can't afford to eat meat? Why aren't you at home honestly Cultivating instead of wandering around?"

Zhao Mo took a long look at the peddler selling the pig monster meat. "Damn it, I'll remember you."

Actually, it wasn't that Zhao Mo couldn't afford the monster meat; the key was that he was buying it to make compost. Using monster meat that cost one hundred purple gold coins per catty for compost—wasn't that insane?

"Hey, this Senior Brother, Old Hu is just like that, his mouth stinks. I have some cheaper monster meat here, do you want it?"

"Damn it, Black-hearted Zhang, your meat is already rotting, who are you trying to sell it to?"

Zhao Mo looked at the person who greeted him. The monster meat on his stall was indeed different from the others around it; other monster meat was bright red and shiny, while his was a purplish-black.

"How should I address you, Senior Brother?"

"How much is this meat per catty? How many catties are there?"

"Zhang Ke, everyone here calls me Old Zhang. Forget about the Senior Brother title; ever since I came down the mountain, I haven't been Cultivating."

Then he whispered: "This monster meat of mine is from a Foundation Establishment Stage elephant monster. Someone took its tusks, and I got lucky."

"Although it's a bit stale, rest assured, it won't make anyone sick."

"I have several thousand catties of this elephant monster meat. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but it spoiled simply because I didn't have anywhere to store it."

"If you buy a lot, it's only one purple gold coin per catty."

Hearing that it was only one purple gold coin per catty, Zhao Mo was a bit tempted.

"Be specific, how many catties do you have left?"

"Sigh! Three thousand eight hundred and sixty catties." Zhang Ke sighed. Because of this elephant monster meat, he had almost worried all his hair off.

Zhao Mo said: "Good, I'll take it all."

Three thousand eight hundred catties, plus some other miscellaneous things, should be enough for those ten mu of spiritual fields.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Great, great, let's go, I'll take you to see that elephant monster meat." Zhang Ke came up and grabbed Zhao Mo, fearing that Zhao Mo would change his mind.

Zhao Mo was so generous that the peddler who had been selling the pig monster meat almost popped his eyes out.

Although Zhang Ke's elephant monster meat was cheap, once the quantity added up, the price became quite substantial.

Three thousand plus catties of elephant monster meat would sell for over three thousand purple gold coins, which converted to over thirty Low-Grade Spirit Stones—enough to buy out all his pig monster meat.

Now, it had all gone to that Black-hearted Zhang.

"This is just good luck; finding a dead elephant can sell for dozens of Spirit Stones." No matter how envious the pig monster meat peddler was, Zhao Mo had already been dragged away by Zhang Ke.

...

"Come, come, it's not far."

From far away, Zhao Mo could already smell a stench.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhao, don't mind it. If it were good meat, it certainly wouldn't be this price, wouldn't you agree?"

Zhang Ke was afraid Zhao Mo would regret it, so he observed Zhao Mo's expression the whole way, wearing a fawning smile now.

"Fine, help me transport it to Wang Town, to True Person Tian Hua's spiritual field. You can just ask around in the town."

Zhao Mo, who originally planned to use his Storage Pouch to hold the elephant monster meat, changed his mind after seeing this foul-smelling meat. He certainly didn't want his Storage Pouch to carry that stench in the future.

"I'll pay for it as soon as you transport it. I'll wait for you over there."

After speaking, Zhao Mo channeled his True Essence and soared into the air, leaping and maneuvering over the treetops as he headed toward Wang Town.

Feeling the wind blowing constantly against him, Zhao Mo considered whether he should buy a flying boat himself.

But thinking of the Spirit Stones in his purse, Zhao Mo gave up the idea. He would wait until he earned True Person Tian Hua's ten High-Grade Spirit Stones first.

After returning to Wang Town, Zhao Mo did not rest but instead dug a pit.

The giant Iron Shovel descended fiercely in mid-air, the shovel blade sinking completely into the ground, and then large chunks of soil were dug out.

Zhao Mo took a look; this one shovel-full could rival a giant excavator from Blue Star.

In nearly two hours, Zhao Mo had already dug a large pit of over one hundred cubic meters; storing three thousand plus catties of elephant monster meat was no longer a problem.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

Just as Zhao Mo's large pit was finished, Zhang Ke came running over, covered in sweat.

"Um, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that a Storage Pouch would be so hard to borrow. I didn't delay your time, did I?"

Zhao Mo: "No, no. The sun hasn't set yet, and this large pit was just finished. You came at the perfect time."

"Come, pour it all in."

"Ah? This?" Zhang Ke hesitated.

"Senior Brother Zhao, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Although this elephant monster meat is a bit smelly, if you add some strong seasonings, it's perfectly edible."

"Moreover, the Spiritual Qi in this elephant monster meat hasn't completely dissipated. Eating it is completely comparable to Cultivating on a first-grade Spiritual Vein."

Zhao Mo: "Are you selling it or not?"

"I told you to pour it, so just pour it. Why so much nonsense?"

"Ah, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?"

Once Zhao Mo released his Aura, Zhang Ke finally realized Zhao Mo's true cultivation level.

"Yes, yes, Senior Zhao, I'll pour it right away~"

Zhang Ke took out the Storage Pouch and, as Zhao Mo said, poured the elephant monster meat into the pit. His form of address also changed from Senior Brother Zhao to Senior Zhao.

As Zhang Ke continuously dumped the elephant monster meat from the Storage Pouch into the pit, in the blink of an eye, it filled up the large pit Zhao Mo had dug.

"Senior Zhao, a total of three thousand eight hundred catties, it's all here."

Zhao Mo said: "Isn't it three thousand eight hundred and sixty catties?"

Zhang Ke laughed awkwardly: "It's a gift. Consider those sixty catties a gift to you, Senior."

Zhao Mo said: "Do I look like I'm lacking a few measly scraps from you?"

"Here are thirty-eight Low-Grade Spirit Stones and sixty purple gold coins. Count them, make sure nothing is missing."

Originally, Zhao Mo was just being polite, but he didn't expect Zhang Ke to actually start counting them right in front of him.

"Hehe, it's exact. Thank you, Senior Zhao."

After Zhang Ke finished speaking, he didn't show any intention of leaving; instead, he looked at Zhao Mo.

"Something up?"

Zhang Ke was full of curiosity.

"I wonder why you want to pile this elephant monster meat in a pit, Senior?"

Zhao Mo: "For compost."

"What?" Zhang Ke suspected he had misheard.

"For compost," Zhao Mo said again.

"You..."

"How can you be so wasteful?"

Zhao Mo said: "What do you mean, wasteful? This meat is already ruined. You didn't think I bought it back to eat, did you?"

"Crazy, crazy."

"You really are crazy, actually using monster meat for compost?"

Almost forty Spirit Stones' worth of monster meat was being used by Zhao Mo for compost; Zhang Ke's worldview was about to shatter.

How much can one mu of spiritual field harvest? Isn't this a guaranteed losing business?

Zhao Mo didn't care about what Zhang Ke thought.

He was currently using the Iron Shovel to cover the elephant monster meat with soil.

When he saw Zhao Mo's Magical Artifact clearly, Zhang Ke was petrified again. Using a shovel as a Magical Artifact?

"This is really..."

He didn't know what else to say.