Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

Yang Chan covered her ears, her face filled with bewilderment.

She had spent three years in the Ten Thousand Mountains, accustomed to the roars of monsters and the sound of mountain winds rustling through the forest. Suddenly being thrown into this environment of crowing roosters and barking dogs left her completely bewildered.

Yang Jian's reaction was more subtle.

His right hand clenched involuntarily—a conditioned reflex he had developed over the past three years.

If there's any unusual movement around him, his first reaction is to throw a punch!

But he quickly relaxed.

This is the human world!

"Where is this?"

Yang Jian looked around.

"Yan Kingdom," Zhong Lingyun said, "one of the eight hundred vassal states of the Shang Dynasty, a small country in the east, with a small territory and a small population."

Why did you come here?

"Because it's a small matter with few things to do, it's a good time for you to take it easy."

Yang Jian did not refute.

Yang Chan had already recovered, but her attention was drawn to a sugar figurine stall by the roadside.

"Second brother! Look at that! It looks like it was made by a person!"

"That's called a sugar figurine," Yang Jian glanced at it.

How did you know?

"I've seen you before."

Yang Jian's tone softened.

I saw it when I was very young, when my mother was still alive!

As for Yang Chan, after the family tragedy, she selectively forgot all her childhood memories, sealing them away deep within her memory.

Therefore, Yang Chan actually doesn't know much about the human world.

This is probably why Yang Chan descended to the mortal realm and married another mortal in the original storyline!

Yang Chan keenly sensed the change in her second brother's emotions and wisely refrained from asking further questions. Instead, she silently walked to Yang Jian's side and reached out to tug at his sleeve.

The brother and sister walked forward along the dirt road.

The city of Yan was not large, and the city walls were low, only a little over two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) high. They were made of rammed earth, and in places that had been neglected for many years, weeds were already peeking out from the gaps!

At the city gate, two soldiers were dozing off against the wall, their armor askew and their spear shafts lying to one side.

As Yang Jian and Yang Chan walked over, one of the soldiers lifted his eyelids slightly, mumbled something, and then turned over to continue sleeping.

There were no checks upon entering the city—it's unclear whether this was the rule of the Yan Kingdom, or whether these two soldiers simply couldn't be bothered to check.

The streets in the city were more bustling than Yang Jian had expected.

Although it is a small country, it is located along the eastern trade route and has a considerable number of merchants coming and going.

There were cloth shops, grain shops, blacksmith shops, and a pharmacy that looked quite respectable on both sides of the street.

Yang Chan stopped in front of the pharmacy.

She didn't go in; she just glanced inside through the curtain.

She recognized most of the medicinal herbs on the shelf—but their quality was terrible, and their spiritual energy was pitifully thin.

Even a handful of wild grass picked from the Ten Thousand Mountains is better than these.

"Rough stuff," Yang Chan muttered, somewhat disappointed.

"Do you think human pharmacies can compare to those in the Ten Thousand Mountains?" Zhong Lingyun said in Yang Jian's mind, with a hint of sarcasm. "But let her go and look around; she might find some good stuff. Human medicines excel in their compatibility and prescription experience, while the demon race doesn't value elixirs, so in this respect, they are inferior to human doctors."

Yang Jian thought for a moment and then relayed these words to Yang Chan verbatim.

Yang Chan's eyes lit up, and she indeed became interested. She lifted the curtain and slipped inside.

"Um...shopkeeper, do you have any He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) that's over a hundred years old?"

"A century-old He Shou Wu?" The middle-aged shopkeeper behind the counter looked up and glanced at Yang Chan—a little girl with a dusty face, rough clothes, and a faint air of worldly life.

The shopkeeper's eyelids drooped.

"Yes, we do. It's thirty taels of silver per plant. Can you afford it?"

Yang Chan touched her pockets—she didn't have a single penny on her.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are free.

"Um... I don't have any money, but I can exchange it for something!" Yang Chan took out a Rejuvenation Pill from her animal skin pouch. "Look at this, I refined it myself..."

The shopkeeper glanced down at the pill that emitted a faint blue light, then looked up at Yang Chan with the same look he had given her as a con artist who had come to perform tricks.

"Young lady, this is a legitimate pharmacy. We don't accept wild herbs of unknown origin. You outsiders..." The shopkeeper shook his head, his tone as if he were shooing away an uninvited stray cat, "Go away, don't delay my business."

Yang Chan's hand, clutching the pill, froze in mid-air, her face slowly turning red—not from embarrassment, but from holding it in.

Just then, the curtain in the back room of the pharmacy was lifted.

A gaunt old man came out, dressed in faded linen clothes, slightly hunched over, and leaning on a wooden cane about half a person's height in his right hand.

His gaze bypassed the shopkeeper and landed directly on the pill in Yang Chan's hand.

The old man twitched his nostrils and took a sniff.

Then his eyes lit up—the same way Yang Chan did when she saw the new medicinal herbs.

"Girl." The old man walked around the counter to Yang Chan, bent down, and approached the pill. "Did you refine this pill?"

"Yes!" Yang Chan nodded vigorously.

The shopkeeper's expression changed: "Grandpa... why are you out here? This girl is from outside, isn't she..."

"Shut up!"

With just one word, the shopkeeper's mouth immediately shut.

The old man took the Rejuvenation Pill and examined it in his palm.

His hands were steady, with large knuckles and thick calluses on his fingertips—just like Yang Chan's hands, which were used to handling medicinal herbs year after year.

"The medicinal properties are pure, and the cooking time is precise. The main ingredient is... Soul-Shattering Grass? Moon Spirit Vine? There's another ingredient I don't recognize. Where did this prescription come from?"

Yang Chan opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Zhong Lingyun's voice that suddenly rang in her mind.

"Don't say it's your own creation, just say it's a family heirloom."

Yang Chan immediately changed her tune: "It's a family heirloom!"

The old man said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

A sensible person naturally knows how to maintain appropriate boundaries.

"Alright! Here's a century-old He Shou Wu for you. This pill... is worth fifty taels of silver. The remaining twenty taels will be on credit."

The shopkeeper's face flushed red, and he opened his mouth but then swallowed it back.

Fifty taels! That pill is worth fifty taels?

His gaze towards Yang Chan changed rapidly—from chasing away a stray cat to examining a gold mine.

Yang Chan didn't notice the shopkeeper's gaze.

She happily accepted the he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum), examining it from all angles, clearly delighted with it.

"Thank you, grandpa!"

"Hmm, what's the girl's name?"

"Yang Chan!"

"Not bad." The old man slowly walked back to the back room with his cane, uttering these words before the curtain fell.

"If you stay in Yan for a long time, please come and visit when you have time. My surname is Xu."

The curtains were closed.

Yang Chan, carrying the he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum), jumped out of the pharmacy and almost bumped into the door frame.

Outside the door, Yang Jian leaned against the wall, waiting for her with his arms crossed and his face expressionless.

But the moment Yang Chan appeared, his gaze softened for a fleeting instant, changing from casual to gentle.

very short.

It was so short that Yang Chan herself didn't even notice.

"Did you buy it?"

"I got it! That old man was so kind! He said my pills were worth fifty taels of silver!"

Yang Jian's lips twitched slightly—he didn't tell Yang Chan that the actual value of that pill, in the circle of cultivators, was far more than fifty taels of silver.

But the human world is not the realm of spiritual practitioners!