Douluo Starting with the Chaos Divine Examination

"My cultivation level is only at Dou Qi Level Five?" Mu Chen's expression was strange, yet his heart remained calm.

Mu Chen's personal information interface now included a new section: Qi Cultivation Level, which displayed Dou Qi Level Five. However, his Soul Realm reached an astonishing Level 100, equivalent to the Emperor Realm in the Battle Through the Heavens universe.

"Ding-dong!"

"The system has issued a new task: Teach that arrogant Xiao Yan from the transmigrators' army a lesson."

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Ya Fei asked, noticing Mu Chen's absent-minded smile.

"Nothing," Mu Chen replied with a light smile.

"Master, forgive me for asking, but how do you plan to guide me into becoming an exceptional merchant?" Ya Fei asked curiously.

"Ya Fei, is becoming a merchant truly your only dream? Is that all you aspire to be?" Mu Chen asked.

"I... If I had a choice, why would I pursue a profession that people look down upon?" Ya Fei responded with a bitter smile.

The Jia Ma Empire adhered to a feudal social structure, where merchants were often seen as opportunistic and regarded as a lowly profession.

"If I could choose, I would naturally wish to become a glorious Dou Huang. Unfortunately, I'm already sixteen, and my Dou Qi is only at Level Three, making me unsuitable for cultivation. For women, lacking strength leads to a bitter life, where even one's marriage is not their own choice. Since I cannot become a Dou Huang, my only option is to carve out a place for myself in the business world. Master, I am ready for your guidance," Ya Fei said resolutely, her tone resembling someone confiding in a close friend.

"Ya Fei! If you wish to become a Dou Huang, why bother with business? If I had a way to make you suitable for cultivation, would you be willing to try?" Mu Chen asked.

"Master, are you serious?" Ya Fei asked, her eyes lighting up with hope.

"Of course," Mu Chen nodded.

"You haven't been drinking, have you?" Ya Fei asked again, her tone suspicious.

"Drinking?" Mu Chen was momentarily stunned but quickly understood her implication—she thought he might be spouting drunken nonsense.

Raising his hand, Mu Chen lightly flicked her forehead.

"Ouch!" Ya Fei yelped, rubbing her head.

"Watch your words. I'll ask you again: Do you want to try?" Mu Chen asked seriously.

"Master, do you really have a way?" Ya Fei's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Of course. Three parts destiny, seven parts effort. A person's talent isn't set in stone. I know a few methods to enhance innate talent. It's up to you if you want to try," Mu Chen explained.

"You mean... pills?" Ya Fei speculated.

"No, it's a medicinal herb," Mu Chen clarified.

"Master..." Ya Fei hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I both train under you for cultivation and inherit your business knowledge?"

"Why are you still interested in business?" Mu Chen asked.

"Well, I never felt this way before. A few days ago, I watched an auction and found it fascinating to see items sold at high prices. It has become a personal hobby of mine," Ya Fei admitted.

Mu Chen looked at Ya Fei and fell silent.

In the original storyline, Ya Fei became an auctioneer due to her poor constitution, which made her unsuitable for cultivation. Now, it seemed that her choice was not entirely out of necessity. Becoming an auctioneer was her personal passion.

"Is that acceptable?" Ya Fei asked hopefully, her eyes fixed on Mu Chen.

"Fine," Mu Chen nodded.

"Master, you're the best!" Ya Fei beamed with joy.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Follow me."

Following Mu Chen, Ya Fei arrived at an inn decorated predominantly in pink hues. Standing at the entrance, Ya Fei hesitated and didn't step inside.

"What's wrong?" Mu Chen asked.

Blushing, Ya Fei reluctantly followed him into the inn. Having lived in Wu Tan City for some time, she knew this particular inn was notorious as a rendezvous spot for couples and wealthy merchants engaging in clandestine affairs.

Inside the inn, Mu Chen booked a room. Once inside, he stood in the center of the room and instructed, "Sit cross-legged."

Obediently, Ya Fei sat gracefully on the floor, her legs crossed.

Mu Chen reached into his spatial ring, and with a flick of his finger, a golden ginseng plant appeared in his hand. He handed it to Ya Fei.

"This is ginseng. Judging by its appearance, it's at least a thousand years old," Ya Fei remarked, her sharp eye for value immediately recognizing its rarity.

"This is a ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng King," Mu Chen replied.

"A Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King?" Ya Fei exclaimed.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King was a priceless treasure. Yet Mu Chen had produced it without batting an eye.

Ya Fei looked at Mu Chen again, her curiosity about his background deepening.

"What is it?" Mu Chen asked.

"Master, just who are you? Even the core members of the Mittel family don't possess such a treasure, yet you casually bring it out," Ya Fei asked.

"You'll learn about my background in due time. It's just a Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King—nothing worth making a fuss over," Mu Chen said with a calm smile.

This ginseng was a gift from Da Ming and Er Ming during Mu Chen's time in the Douluo universe. It was part of the materials for refining the Bone-Melding and Blood-Forging Pill. Now, Mu Chen intended to use it to help Ya Fei cleanse her constitution and awaken her potential.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King, when evaluated by the standards of the Battle Through the Heavens universe, would be classified as a rare Ninth-Grade Herb, far superior to Nalan Jie's Seven Illusions Green Spirit Saliva. It was no wonder Ya Fei was so astonished.

"Peel off the skin and drink the essence within. That's the true power of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King," Mu Chen instructed.

Following his guidance, Ya Fei gently peeled the ginseng's skin with her fingernail. Her rosy lips pressed against the plant as she began to drink its golden essence. Soon, the ginseng's body shriveled as its essence was completely absorbed.

"Master..." Ya Fei handed the remaining skin back to Mu Chen. Even without its essence, the skin of a Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King remained incredibly valuable.

"Keep it," Mu Chen said indifferently.

"Thank you, Master." Ya Fei carefully stored the ginseng skin in her bosom.

"Don't you have a storage ring?" Mu Chen frowned.

Ya Fei shook her head.

With another flick of his finger, Mu Chen sent a storage soul tool flying toward her. It was a bracelet made of high-quality icy jade with natural golden threads runni

ng through it, elegant yet noble.

"This... Thank you, Master!" Ya Fei's face lit up with gratitude.

(Chapter End)