"How can your aptitude be mediocre?" Lu Heng could tell that Du Yichen on the opposite side was a fire-element cultivator, and his level was also at the fourth level of Enlightenment.
In their world, having such cultivation at this age was already considered average, and such a person was far from mediocre.
"Among the direct descendants of my Du family, my elders always nag about me every time I go home. Alas, my family is also a family of alchemists, but I only have one attribute, and it's red flame, which cannot be used to refine pills."
Du Yichen scratched his head and gave a simple smile. "However, after so many years, I've come to terms with it. I can't refine pills, but I do have some experience in business. I've been honing my skills at the Danyang Sect these past few years."
"Indeed, not everyone has to walk the same path. Life is different, and choices are not the same. Paths are forged by oneself," Lu Heng said with a smile, taking a sip of tea.
"Yes, at first, I didn't quite understand Elder Du's intentions when he said he wanted to send me to your shop. I felt it was a bit of a waste of talent, but after coming into contact with these crystals and knowing their uses, I feel truly honored to have followed Elder Du's arrangements."
Like many aristocratic families, their family also had many members with physiques that prevented them from cultivating, and those people were even more miserable compared to him, as he could at least cultivate.
But as he watched the crystals being sold one by one from his hands, Du Yichen felt that he was not just selling goods, but rather sending hope to those in despair.
Moreover, these crystals, sold in cooperation with the Danyang Sect, not only allowed the disciples of major families to re-embark on the path of cultivation but also gave hope to many poor disciples in the world to embark on the path of cultivation.
Those people had signed contracts with the Danyang Sect. Although they were bound for a few more years, after a few years, they would regain their freedom, and a new chapter would unfold before them.
"Has Wuchenzi come by recently?"
After a few pleasantries, Lu Heng finally asked about Wuchenzi's whereabouts.
"Half a month ago, Uncle-Master Liaowu did come here, but seeing that you weren't in the shop, he didn't linger and left," Du Yichen said, wiping a splash of tea from the table.
"Hmm, do you know where he's been staying lately?"
It was quite troublesome in ancient times; communication relied on letters. Lu Heng now intensely missed the technological products of the apocalypse.
"I heard that Uncle-Master Liaowu has invited a few friends recently and seems to have gone to the Danyang Sect to look at some secret medicine."
"Oh? Secret medicine?"
"Yes, it's all very mysterious, but we juniors can't find out what kind of secret medicine it is."
"Your information is actually quite well-informed. I suspect Du Feng told you this."
"Heh heh, occasionally. Elder Du does tell us some matters within the sect. We are managing the shop outside and rarely return to the Danyang Sect."
"I've finished my tea. You can continue with your work. As for the crystals, I saw Du Feng and he will hand them over to you." Lu Heng stood up and brushed the wrinkles from his robes.
"Oh, right, there's a letter for you at the shop. You said before to just leave it here, but we haven't seen you. Do you want to check it?" Du Yichen seemed to remember something and patted his head.
"Bring it here, I'll look at it when I get back."
In fact, Lu Heng had already read those letters, but he still had to maintain the pretense.
"Did the messenger leave any message?"
"No, different people deliver the letters each time. They deliver the letter and leave without saying anything extra."
Heh, well-trained.
He didn't expect Zhu Di to be so cautious, always sending different people to deliver letters. The characters in his letters were all simplified characters from the apocalypse. Unless someone else had also transmigrated from the apocalypse, even if these letters were placed before these ancient people, they wouldn't be able to understand what was written.
Not to mention, Zhu Di occasionally sprinkled in a few English sentences.
Shaking his head, Lu Heng put the letters brought by Du Yichen into his spatial storage.
"Are you going to the Danyang Sect to find Uncle-Master Liaowu?"
"By the way, are the mounts at your Danyang Sect only those big, clumsy eagle-beaked beasts?"
The eagle-beaked beast in the spatial dimension shivered. It shook its feathers and looked at the other animals around. Seeing that they were not like itself, it refocused its attention on the screen in front.
"Not entirely. Uncle-Master Liaowu and the others all have their own exclusive mounts. Only the disciples within the sect use those eagle-beaked beasts. Of course, as you've seen, the people in Jinyang City also use those eagle-beaked beasts as mounts. These mounts are not only cheap but also the most obedient and easy to tame."
"Where are their exclusive mounts usually kept?"
"They are kept in their respective courtyards. Those demonic beasts are quite proud, and we low-level cultivators can't get close to them."
...
Under the setting sun, in front of the Danyang Sect, Lu Heng dismounted.
Lu Heng did not put the eagle-beaked beast into his spatial storage. It had also been a long time since it had interacted with its companions, so Lu Heng let it play in the beast pens where the eagle-beaked beasts were kept.
The eagle-beaked beasts here all had their own markings. For example, the eagle-beaked beast that Lu Heng had now tamed had a different woven seat on its back than those of the Danyang Sect. Lu Heng was not worried that someone would mistake it and ride his eagle-beaked beast away.
At the Danyang Sect's main gate, disciples returning from training or errands were hurrying back. Lu Heng felt that the Danyang Sect now was much livelier than when he first arrived.
"Are you...?" The disciple guarding the gate bowed politely to Lu Heng, finding him unfamiliar.
"Lu Heng."
"You're Mr. Lu!" The inquiring disciple looked at Lu Heng in astonishment.
"Uh, perhaps." Lu Heng was unsure if the Mr. Lu this person was referring to was someone with the same name.
"Uncle-Master Liaowu of the Danyang Sect specifically instructed that you are a registered elder of our Danyang Sect and usually travel outside. I didn't expect to see you in person today. Please come in quickly."
The disciple bowed to Lu Heng again politely and then moved aside to let him pass.
"Where are you going? Shall I find a disciple to guide you?" As the gatekeeper, he was on duty and couldn't leave. In fact, he also wanted to guide Mr. Lu.
"Uh, is Wuchenzi within the sect?"
"Yes, a few of Uncle-Master Liaowu's friends have come to gather these past few days, so Uncle-Master Liaowu hasn't gone out."
That's good.
"Then please take me to Wuchenzi."
"Certainly, please wait a moment. Zhao Si, guide Mr. Lu." The disciple called out into the gatehouse, and then a young boy in a green robe walked out.
"Sir, please." The boy politely gestured for Lu Heng to follow and then bowed to the gatekeeper.