Nánquán City, Huá Xīng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall.

Zhang Fan stood by the window, watching the raging wind and rain outside. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, a scene like the end of days. His mind was a little dazed.

"Truly reborn! Soul transmigration?"

Zhang Fan sighed softly. He was once the strongest Supreme in the cultivation world, with an aura that intimidated all realms, treading on the heavens and earth, leading alone.

But precisely because he was too outstanding, he attracted the covetousness of other Supremes. A full thirteen Supremes made a move against him during his ascension to the Divine Tribulation. He fought valiantly but was ultimately overpowered and perished. He burned his soul and vanished into the boundless void.

An endless void, a deathly silence. Soul-devouring winds were everywhere, constantly eroding and wearing away at his very soul. He refused to let his soul be extinguished like this, gritting his teeth, he forced his soul to resist. In the end, all he remembered was tearing open a rift in the endless void, and then... nothing.

When I woke up again, I was already on Earth, attached to this body now.

"For the Divine Emperor's Cosmic Scripture, thirteen supreme beings joined forces, yet I never expected that my life wouldn't end.

"Moreover, this Sovereign had previously escaped into the boundless void with my soul. You haven't even obtained the Divine Emperor's Cosmos Scripture!

“When I was at the peak in my previous life, when I obtained the Divine Emperor’s Universal Sutra, I had already ascended to immortality. My foundation wasn't completely compatible with the Divine Emperor’s Universal Sutra back then. This time around, I will cultivate again and reach the pinnacle of power. When that happens, I will definitely settle the score with all of you!”

A hint of coldness flashed across Zhang Fan's eyes. Although his usually handsome face was slightly pale, there was an air of dominance in his every blink.

"This is genuine wild ginseng, over 100 years old! If it wasn't for needing money urgently, I wouldn't sell my family heirloom! Ten million won't do! One fixed price, one million two hundred thousand!"

"Ten million is already the most conscientious price. It could definitely sell for twelve million at an auction, but after deducting commissions and other miscellaneous fees, you might not even end up with ten million!"

"At the auction, it was over 1.2 million!"

"Ten million, I'll add another one million!"

The sound of haggling caught Zhang Fan's attention. Although a century-old ginseng was nothing special in the cultivation world, it was quite rare on Earth where spiritual energy was scarce. He couldn't help but step forward and glance at the ginseng contained in the ancient box.

However, Zhang Fan glanced at it and instantly put on a look of disdain, shaking his head slightly.

"What's wrong with your eyes? If you don't understand, just get out of here!" The ginseng owner saw Zhang Fan's disdainful expression and shaking head, his anger flared instantly.

Don't understand?

What a joke!

In his past life, he was not only the strongest Supreme Being in the Immortal Realm but also the number one alchemist in the cultivation world. He once concocted divine pills.

He couldn't tell the genuine from the fake in terms of medicinal herbs.

This wild ginseng is no fake, but it's only ten years old. It was treated with some special methods so that it looks like it's a hundred years old.

Just like how this ginseng owner pretends to be poor, it's all a ruse to deceive people.

"Get out, get out! Don't waste my time!" the ginseng owner shoved Zhang Fan.

"Don't touch him, there's no reason why you shouldn't let people see the things you're selling?" The old man who was bargaining with the ginseng owner spoke up for Zhang Fan and then looked at him: "Young brother, do you know ginseng?"

He had actually been paying attention to Zhang Fan for a long time. At first, he clearly entered the medical clinic just to take shelter from the rain, but later, for some reason, he seemed to have fainted, but he regained consciousness in the blink of an eye. Then, his entire aura seemed to have changed, and everything about him appeared extraordinary.

"I have a slight understanding!" Zhang Fan nodded lightly.

"How's this ginseng?" the old man casually asked.

"Fake!" Zhang Fan said faintly.

"Fake?" The ginseng owner angrily pointed at Zhang Fan: "Young man, you can eat the food, but you can't speak nonsense. This ginseng was personally appraised by Master Hua. Do you doubt Master Hua's skill level?"

“If I say it’s fake, then it must be fake!” Zhang Fan remained calm, his face full of confidence.

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! Old Hua, are you going to buy it or not?" The host's anger boiled over, and he decided to ignore Zhang Fan, turning instead to the old man.

Hua Lao's brows furrowed slightly, he appeased the owner of the ginseng, and then asked Zhang Fan: "This ginseng was indeed personally appraised by me. Little brother says this ginseng is fake, do you have any evidence?"

"Master Hua, you believe those ramblings from Huang Xiaoer?" A flicker of panic crossed the ginseng owner's eyes.

"Why not ask?" Hua Lao waved his hand, still looking at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan smiled faintly: "Just soak it in a basin of light salt water to know if it's real or fake!"

"Bring a basin of salt water!" Old Hua paused for a moment before giving the order.

Immediately, a staff member from the clinic came over.

"Old Hua, since you trust him and not me, then let's just call this deal off!" The ginseng owner's eyes showed even more panic. He suddenly grabbed the ginseng box and ran out of the clinic, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Hua Lao and everyone around him were instantly stunned.

Since the ginseng master chose this way, there's no need to verify further. This proves whether Zhang Fan's previous words were true or false.

"Little brother, thank you!" Old Hua's face was filled with shame. He had spent his whole life dealing with herbs, but he almost got caught. Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

Zhang Fan said calmly, "You're welcome."

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Hua Xing. Might I inquire about your esteemed name?" Hua Xing chuckled.

"Zhang Fan!"

"How did Zhang, your brother, manage to see through that the ginseng was fake?" Hua Xing still didn't understand how this had happened.

"No matter what kind of herbs, the more you see, the true and false will become apparent!" Zhang Fan's tone remained calm.

"That's easy for you to say, it's like you've seen a hundred-year ginseng before!" Hua Xing couldn't stand Zhang Fan's nonchalant yet arrogant demeanor and spoke up, sarcastically.

Zhang Fan smiled faintly. A century-old ginseng? He had previously not even glanced at it.

"Yun'er! Behave yourself!" Huaxing frowned and rebuked.

“Grandpa, I think he actually doesn’t understand anything. According to him, the more you see, the more apparent it is whether something is real or fake, and he doesn’t care about any herbs. That means he has a very, very deep understanding of them! Why don’t we let him take a look at your incomplete ancient prescription?” Huayun glanced at Zhang Fan who still looked indifferent, becoming increasingly upset.

"Damn it! Young Brother Zhang just helped us, he's done us a favor. Is this how you treat someone who has done you a favor?" Hua Xing scolded him more seriously.

Hua Yun pouted her red lips, but didn't dare to speak again.

Huaxing apologetically said to Zhang Fan, "I'm sorry, Yun'er is usually spoiled by me. But Brother Zhang seems to know a lot about medicinal herbs?"

"Not bad," Zhang Fan looked at the rain that was still falling, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Well, Young Master Zhang, could you please take a look at this?" Hua Xing said earnestly, taking out a yellowed piece of paper.

Zhang Fan glanced at it: "This prescription is missing three herbs, simple!"

"Simple? Even bragging has its limits!" Huayu couldn't help but sarcastically retort again when she saw Zhang Fan dare to say that after just a glance.

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