Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Brother Huanglong, I don't have anything special to offer. I know you cultivators are very interested in spiritual roots. I snatched this from a Taiyi Realm demon. The fruit it bears is bright red, and its flavor is even more explosive than your Crimson Blood Wine!"

As Wu Tong spoke, the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed, as if recalling that unforgettable taste.

"Unfortunately, no one in my witch clan is skilled at cultivating this thing, so I simply ate every last bit of it, from the branches and leaves to the trunk!"

"All that's left is this unpalatable tree stump. I left it in the cave and forgot about it."

"It still looks somewhat alive. Do you think it's still useful? If it is, consider it an exchange for wine!"

He stared longingly at Huanglong.

"If it's useless, you wait in the tribe, I'll go to the demon realm and steal a few more!"

Huang Long didn't pay much attention at first. Looking at the tree stump, whose spiritual energy was almost completely dissipated, he saw nothing special about it; it was just a dead tree stump.

What good things have the Wu tribe people eaten?

However, when he took the section of tree stump from Wu Tong's hand, he sensed a fleeting, unusual Daoist aura.

A thought struck him, and he focused his mind and spirit, a faint light emanating from his fingertips as he slowly probed the tree stump.

A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up with surprise!

Within this withered tree stump, there was a scorching source of fire element, and within it, a faint wisp of life was deeply locked away!

A tree stump with such energy is definitely not an ordinary innate spiritual tree. It should be the remnant of a high-grade spiritual root. As for innate spiritual roots, they are not something a Taiyi Realm demon could possess!

However, the source of life has been lost too severely, and the vitality has almost completely withered. It is unknown how long it will take to revive it.

Looking at the teeth marks on it, Huang Long's lips twitched slightly. How many good things had been wasted!

However, obtaining a spiritual root is worth any amount of time.

"It works! I like it very much!"

Suppressing his excitement, Huang Long said to Wu Tong, "Although he only has a sliver of life left, he won't die once he's in my hands. After I successfully nurture him, I'll treat you to this spirit root fruit, Wu Tong!"

Huang Long then took out a jar of Crimson Blood Wine and handed it to Wu Tong, saying, "If you have something like this, Brother Wu Tong, feel free to find it. I won't let you suffer any losses."

Wu Tong was overjoyed and couldn't stop smiling as he hugged the wine jar.

This tree stump made Huanglong realize something!

The Wu tribe cultivates by absorbing the earth's turbid energy to strengthen their physical body and refine their blood and qi, but they do not cultivate their primordial spirit or absorb spiritual energy. In their eyes, all things in the world are generally divided into "edible" and "inedible".

They hunted and killed demonic beasts, as well as those spiritual roots and immortal herbs, which they basically consumed directly to enhance their qi and blood.

They would casually discard anything that couldn't directly increase their qi and blood, or anything that didn't taste good, leaving it to be forgotten in a corner.

These things, which the Wu tribe considers "useless," may be priceless treasures to beings who cultivate immortality!

Looking at the wine jars in his Xuanhuang Realm, a get-rich-quick idea quickly formed in Huanglong's mind.

The next morning, he set up a large platform on a relatively open lawn in the tribe and set up a simple "stall".

He didn't shout out, but simply took out a dozen or so smaller stone jars, each containing about ten catties of Crimson Blood Wine.

Wu Tong was hired by him to oversee the place at a rate of one jar per day.

He opened the lid of one of the jars, and instantly, the domineering and alluring aroma of the wine seemed to come alive, filling the nostrils of the surrounding witch clan members.

The rich aroma of fruit wine stirred the blood and energy of the entire witch clan.

Soon, one, two, ten... more and more Wu Clan warriors were attracted by this unfamiliar fragrance and gathered around, swallowing their saliva as they looked at the crimson liquid rippling in the stone jar.

"Ahem. Listen to me, everyone. This is my Crimson Blood Spirit Wine, brewed using my unique secret method. Not only does it taste excellent, but it can also aid the cultivation of the Witch Clan warriors. Even the Great Witch Hou Yi praised it after drinking it!"

Seeing that the crowd had gathered, Huanglong spoke loudly, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every member of the Wu tribe.

Upon hearing this, the members of the witch clan looked at each other, somewhat bewildered, not knowing what Huanglong was talking about.

Seeing this, Huang Long took out several stone bowls and poured the blood-red wine from the stone jar into them. As the wine flowed out, the enticing aroma became even stronger, and some of the witches kept swallowing their saliva.

If Wu Tong hadn't been there, Huang Long suspected they would have just grabbed it directly.

"Please try some, everyone!"

The poured wine was distributed to the first few members of the witch clan.

The group, who had been waiting impatiently, took the cups and drank them down in one gulp. Their faces turned red instantly, and they all stared intently at the other stone jars.

Huang Long looked at the eager crowd and said: "If you have any strange or rare items, whether it's fragments of spiritual roots or refined gold and spirit ore, you can bring them to exchange with me."

Just then, Wu Tong, standing to the side, pointed smugly at the stone jar in front of Huang Long and shouted, "See that! Even though I ate my old tree stump down to nothing, I still got dozens of these stone jars in return!"

One stone caused a thousand waves!

"What?! That damn tree stump of Wu Tong has been replaced dozens of times?"

"I think I also have a few old bones that I can't chew..."

"I still have a few rock stones in my cave, so hard they're hard they'll break your teeth, and I haven't been able to bear throwing them away..."

"Quick! Go back and look for it!"

The words and living examples of Wu Tong, a member of the Wu clan in the Taiyi realm, are more effective than any explanation.

In an instant, the onlookers, the witch warriors, were in an uproar, and then scattered in a rush, scrambling to get to their own quarters...!

The first trade in the primordial world has begun!

Soon, Huanglong's surroundings were filled with various things: there were strange vines that were dry and twisted, but with a faint luster; there were animal bones engraved with natural Dao patterns; there were strange minerals containing wisps of different innate primordial energy; and there were dozens of plants that were left with only broken roots and stems, mostly the parts left over after the Wu Clan had eaten the parts with the most spiritual energy, and were casually thrown in a corner.

Unfortunately, after Huang Long's identification, only a few of them still had any vitality, and even fewer had reached the level of spiritual root, with only two remaining.

For the next few months, Huanglong set up a stall here almost every day.

After tasting the Crimson Blood Wine, the witches of the Houtu tribe could not resist its allure, and every day tribesmen would come to exchange it with all sorts of strange and wonderful items.

After careful examination, Huanglong would exchange a small jar or several jars of Crimson Blood Wine for any trace of extraordinary vitality or special energy that he detected within.

His stored Crimson Blood Wine was being consumed at an alarming rate, and soon more than half of it had been traded away.

However, compared to his achievements, it was nothing.

Countless rare and precious herbs and medicinal plants, and the remains of more than ten spiritual roots that still retain a trace of life!

There is also a complete acquired spiritual root, which was obtained by a Great Luo cultivator of the Wu Clan after he drank Crimson Blood Wine and heard that he needed spiritual roots and immortal medicines in exchange.