Cultivating Immortals in the Family: Rising from Beast Familiarity

Chapter 6 Sell Magical Artifacts, Buy Spiritual Ginseng

Compared to a small place like "Qingyun Valley", Hongyafang City is much bigger.

This Fangshi was built on a mountain peak as high as two to three hundred feet high. The entire mountain, including several nearby hills, was included in the Fangshi, and there were hundreds of various shops in it.

Zhou Chun walked into it, and looking around, he could easily see the silhouettes of immortal cultivators walking up and down the mountain.

Such a scene of people coming and going is truly worthy of the word "Fangshi".

The inside of Fangshi is naturally safe. After Zhou Chun looked around, he slowly wandered around in Fangshi, looking for opportunities to inquire about the whereabouts of Zhou's family.

After being attacked and killed before, Zhou Chun must pay more attention to inquiring about the news.

It must no longer be so easy for people to think of his relationship with the Zhou family, so as to be malicious towards him.

After wandering around in Fangshi like this, Zhou Chun quickly found a shop that looked okay and walked in.

This shop named "Wu Ji Grocery Store" is not big, and there is not even a clerk in it, only an old man in Tsing Yi who is sitting on a chair and reading a book.

After seeing Zhou Chun enter the door, the old man in Tsing Yi raised his head and glanced at him first, and found that he was not a regular customer in the store, then said lazily: "Fellow Daoist, please, all the things sold in this store are written there, the price is fair, and the price is fair. Old man is not deceived."

After speaking, he pouted at a white cloth covered with black characters on the wall next to him.

Look at him like this, how can he have a sense of "the customer is God".

But Zhou Chun knew that this was the normal situation in this world.

Those who can open shops in Fangshi must either have advanced cultivation, rich net worth, and skills.

Either it is a shop opened by a sect or a family, and the people in charge of it are also disciples of these sects and families.

No matter what the situation is, they are much more noble than ordinary casual cultivators.

Under such circumstances, how could it be possible to expect them to treat the monks who came to the store during the Qi refining period as "Gods".

What's more, even in the world of his previous life, there were not many street shops that could do this.
Of course Zhou Chun didn't care about the old man's attitude.

He didn't look at what was written on the white cloth, but just cupped his hands at the old man and said, "The shopkeeper is very polite. I have a few obsolete magical artifacts in my hand. I wonder if your store is willing to take back these things?"

"You want to sell the magic weapon?"

The old man in Tsing Yi stared blankly, then couldn't help but put down the book in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Chun.

Looking at Zhou Chun's young and handsome face, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe that such a young junior monk would be the kind of bandit cultivator whose career was to kill people and seize treasures.

But if it wasn't a bandit cultivator, how could Zhou Chun have extra magic weapons for sale at Zhou Chun's age and cultivation?
Various thoughts swirled in the old man in Tsing Yi's mind, and after a while, he nodded slightly and said: "Then take the things out and have a look, if there is no problem, the shop can take it back depending on the situation."

Grocery stores like them sell and accept everything.

Zhou Chun didn't say much immediately, and directly took out the magical artifacts obtained from the two casual cultivators, as well as the two low-grade first-grade magical artifacts on his body.

The instruments, spells, talismans, pills, and formations used by immortal cultivators are all graded.

Generally speaking, they are divided into first-tier, second-tier, and third-tier, and then subdivided into three small levels: first-tier low-tier, first-tier mid-tier, and first-tier high-tier.

Basically, the first-order magical tools are used by the immortal cultivators of the Qi refining stage, the second-order magical artifacts correspond to the immortal cultivators of the foundation-building stage, and the third-order magical artifacts correspond to the immortal cultivators of the Zifu stage.

As for the value of a magic weapon, in addition to its grade, it also has a lot to do with its use, performance and other factors.

The few magic weapons that Zhou Chun took out at this time were all single-purpose attack magic weapons, and they didn't have any outstanding special abilities. They were just magic weapons for novices who had just entered the world of cultivating immortals.

So after some appraisal, the two magical weapons he obtained by killing two casual cultivators were returned to him by the old man in Tsing Yi, leaving only the two magic weapons that he and Li Han really eliminated.

Then he looked at him and said: "The quality of these two magical artifacts is not bad. It can be seen that the level of the craftsman is not bad. Our shop is willing to use [-] spirit coins to recycle each."

"As for these two magical artifacts, fellow daoists should take them to the market stalls in Fang City. There may be some fellow daoists who have just stepped into the world of cultivating immortals who are willing to buy them as the first magical artifacts in their lives. "

This result somewhat made Zhou Chun feel heartbroken for those two casual cultivators who died under his hands.

It turns out that the magical artifacts used by those two guys are not even recycled by the grocery store, which shows how miserable the two of them are.

At the moment, he could only accept the two returned magical artifacts as the old man in Tsing Yi said, and then counted and accepted the forty spirit coins given by the old man in Tsing Yi one by one.

After leaving the "Wuji Grocery Store", Zhou Chunzhen went to the street stall market in Fangshi as the shopkeeper suggested.

The street stall market is a must-have place in every market in the world of cultivating immortals. It is a place where cultivators trade freely, and it is also a place where fake goods run rampant.

You only need to pay one spirit coin to the street stall market manager as a stall fee, and you can stay in the street stall market for a day, and you can even meditate.

The premise is that there are really people who can meditate in such an environment with a big heart.

After Zhou Chun came to the street stall market in Hongyafang City, he found that there were indeed a lot more immortal cultivators here. Among them, the number of cultivators who set up stalls and the cultivators who patronized this place was almost evenly divided.

Because most immortal cultivators like to be clean, unless the price is difficult to negotiate, otherwise the street stall market is not so noisy.

Zhou Chun really saw a few casual cultivators who put things in front of the stalls and meditated with their eyes closed.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Chun pondered for a while, and then paid a spirit coin to set up a stall, put two magical artifacts and a few miscellaneous items, and set up a stall here.

Of course, Zhou Chun's real intention was not to set up a stall, but in the name of setting up a stall, chatting with some casual practitioners who also set up a stall here, trying to find out the news he wanted to know.

In less than two days after setting up a stall in the street market in Fangshi, Zhou Chun successfully sold two magical artifacts at the price of [-] spirit coins and [-] spirit coins.

But the matter of inquiring about the news was not smooth. Many casual cultivators who set up stalls here heard about the split of the Sanjue Sect, but no one knew exactly where the Zhou family went after they left the Sanjue Sect.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun could only endure and continue to wait for the opportunity in Fangshi.

On the third day after he came to Fangshi, a casual cultivator with a tenth-level cultivation in the Qi refining period suddenly came to the stall market.

As soon as the old man with white hair appeared on the stall, he put more than a dozen items on it, including newly picked elixir, some elixir dug out from nowhere, and slightly damaged elixir. magic weapon.

Seeing this situation, many stall cultivators looked at the old man with strange eyes.

Generally speaking, this kind of cultivator who sells everything is most likely the kind of bandit cultivator who specializes in killing people and stealing treasures.

Or even if he is not a bandit repairer, he has a great relationship with the bandit repairer and is responsible for helping the bandit repairer to deal with the looted treasures.

But after thinking about it this way, unless there is something at the booth that they have a good relationship with wants to do, no one will meddle in their own business.

On the contrary, most of the time, the items handled by bandit repairs will be slightly lower than the market price, which will also cause many monks who want to take advantage of them to rush to buy them.

However, when these monks who wanted to take advantage came up to ask the price, they immediately left in a huff.

Because although the old man set up a street stall, the price is really not much cheaper than the market price, and there is not much room for reselling to get the difference.

In this way, the people who gathered in the past quickly dispersed.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun on the side suddenly moved his eyes, but he also stepped forward and asked about the price.

"Fellow Daoist, how can I sell this spiritual ginseng?"

He pointed to a yellow-white ginseng with some soil on its ginseng whiskers on the stall, and asked the price in a low voice.

"Wild spirit ginseng with a medicinal age of more than 150 years is only sold for 24 spirit coins, and no bargaining will be made!"

The old man looked up at Zhou Chun, and said the price lightly.

Zhou Chun couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, and said, "The turbidity of the wild spirit ginseng is stagnated. If you want to use it as medicine, you have to get rid of the turbidity first. More than 20 spirit coins are really a bit high!"

Hearing his words, the old man immediately snorted coldly with a full face of displeasure: "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that the methods to get rid of the evil spirit in these spiritual things are in the hands of those sects and families, a hundred-year-old spiritual ginseng can only Do you sell such a few spirit coins?"

After finishing speaking, he glared at Zhou Chun and said, "Young man, if you want to buy it, you can buy it, if you don't buy it, just watch it from the sidelines, don't come here to amuse the old man!"

"Hey, I'm just talking, why should fellow daoist be angry, this is a business, you have to ask people to bargain."

Zhou Chun shook his head, then glanced at the other elixir plants on the stall, and said, "How about this, boy, you have rounded up these elixir plants from you fellow daoist, and you can also give the boy a profit, and get a few elixir pieces cheaper." How about coins?"

Hearing this, the old man said with a cold face, "No, you can't lose a single spirit coin. If you lose one, the old man will send it to the pharmacy to deal with it!"

Seeing this, Zhou Chun's tone suddenly softened, and he looked at the old man with pleading eyes and said: "You can do it, can't you just support the younger generation? It is not easy for the younger generation to earn spirit coins with this level of cultivation. The monk who came over should understand!"

"Heh, this old man supports you, so who is willing to support this old man?"

The old man said with a sneer on his face.

Then he looked at Zhou Chun with sarcasm in his eyes and said: "Don't act pitiful in front of the old man. It seems that you have this level of cultivation at a young age. You should be a child of a certain family of cultivators. If you want to use a low-level Buying elixir at this street stall market and then selling it to the family at a high price, you old man understood it more than ten years ago!"

"Ahem, friend Daoist, you are thinking too much, I have absolutely no intention of doing so."

Zhou Chun coughed twice in embarrassment, and quickly denied it.

Although he did have this idea, it was completely different from what the old man said.

But the old man obviously wouldn't believe him, he just sneered and didn't say any more.

In the end, Zhou Chun could only buy the spiritual ginseng at the price of 24 spiritual coins.

(End of this chapter)