James Bolton picked up the purple coffin, held it in his hands and observed it for a moment. His expression grew somewhat grave, and he nodded, saying, “I like it.”

　　“……”

　　Henry Clark looked at James Bolton as if he were looking at an idiot. He couldn’t understand—were people’s tastes in this other world all so peculiar? Was there really someone who liked coffins?

　　James Bolton, holding the purple coffin, seemed reluctant to part with it. His bright, spirited eyes shifted toward Henry Clark, and he tentatively asked, “Little brother, is this purple coffin for sale?”

　　Henry Clark curled his lips and said, “It’s for sale.”

　　James Bolton hurriedly asked, “How much?”

　　Henry Clark narrowed his eyes like a sly fox and countered, “How much do you think it’s worth?”

　　James Bolton’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly realized that his display of interest had been noticed by this obviously clueless young man. Maybe, in a moment, the boy would ask for an outrageous price and ruthlessly fleece him.

　　How careless!

　　James Bolton sighed inwardly, held up one finger, and said, “One hundred taels of blue silver.”

　　Henry Clark put on airs and feigned displeasure, saying, “You know the Poison Demon William Parker, right? If he finds out you bought the purple coffin he treasures for just one hundred taels of blue silver, he’ll be so mad he’ll roast a lamb leg at your family’s ancestral grave! You’re a wealthy man from the county city—aren’t you ashamed to be so stingy?”

　　“Gulp…”

　　James Bolton swallowed hard, fear flickering in his eyes. Only now did he remember—this was the Poison Demon’s turf, and this sickly-looking youth was one of his people. He could swindle anyone, but absolutely not him! If the Poison Demon ever found out, the Zhang family would be in big trouble.

　　“You…”

　　David Bolton showed anger, but at the mention of the infamous Poison Demon William Parker, his rage instantly dissipated.

　　Henry Clark waved his hand. Although he had lived for over a hundred years, he was now in a young man’s body, so he said, “Elder Zhang, I don’t have much discernment, so there’s no need to fool me. If you want to buy this purple coffin, offer a price you think won’t anger the Poison Demon William Parker. If I’m satisfied, we’ll make the deal—money for goods—and I guarantee that old man won’t come looking for trouble with your Zhang family.”

　　James Bolton was silent for a while before slowly saying, “Five hundred taels of blue gold.”

　　Five hundred taels?

　　That’s quite a lot!

　　Henry Clark showed a hint of a smile and was about to agree when his expression suddenly changed. He looked at James Bolton strangely and asked, “Are you sure it’s blue gold? Not blue silver?”

　　You see—

　　The exchange rate between blue gold and blue silver was ten to one. In other words, the five hundred taels of blue gold James Bolton mentioned equaled five thousand taels of blue silver. Even with the money left behind by the Poison Demon, Henry Clark was nowhere near that amount!

　　James Bolton said seriously, “That’s right, five hundred taels of blue gold. Just as you said—if you’re satisfied, we’ll make the deal, money for goods.”

　　Henry Clark suppressed his excitement and waved his hand, saying, “The purple coffin is already in your hands. Apothecary Servant, collect the money.”

　　Suddenly!

　　His expression shifted slightly, because he vaguely realized that the influence of two personalities had truly changed his character. If it were before, he would never have gotten excited over something like this. After all, in his previous life, he’d seen and owned far more visually impressive gold bars—wealth meant nothing to him back then.

　　A satisfied smile appeared on Apothecary Servant’s aged face, and his hunched back straightened considerably. He took the five gold notes handed over by David Bolton, then nodded to Henry Clark and said, “The amount is correct.”

　　A smile curled at Henry Clark’s lips. He turned and glanced around, faintly sensing that there must be quite a few treasures hidden among these ruins. That old man might have disappeared, but with his status and taste, he wouldn’t have kept any trash! Thinking of this, Henry Clark called out loudly, “Apothecary Servant, go hire some masons and carpenters to rebuild this Rare Medicine Shop. Also, gather up everything at home that isn’t damaged and put it away for me.”

　　“Alright!”

　　Apothecary Servant had lived here all his life and felt a strong sense of belonging. Hearing this, he answered excitedly and hurried out.

Chapter 0005: Setting Up the Array

　　As the saying goes: Joy brings vigor.

　　Henry Clark unexpectedly came into a windfall, so his mood was especially good. With this money, not only could he rebuild the Rare Medicine Shop, but he could also buy life-extending medicinal herbs.

　　And also…

　　In Henry Clark’s mind appeared the gleaming display cases of “Treasure Pavilion,” filled with those crystal-clear silver crystals. Back on Earth, he had obtained spirit stones containing spiritual energy, but the silver crystals in this world were even purer than Earth’s spirit stones, and they had no attribute restrictions—any cultivator could absorb their spiritual energy to speed up cultivation.

　　In Henry Clark’s original memories, there were even higher-quality gold crystals above silver crystals. At the same time, silver and purple crystals were also the circulating currency used by powerful cultivators.

　　One tael of blue gold could be exchanged for ten taels of blue silver.

　　One silver crystal could be exchanged for one thousand taels of blue gold.

　　“Seems like… I still don’t have enough money.”