You practice immortality, I farm 2

Chapter 935 Zhengyang Sand Auction Begins

"Excuse me, fellow Daoist, what is the origin of this Black Nightmare Willow? This is the first time I have heard of it."

Lu Xuan asked softly.

He couldn't help but sigh at how big the world was and how full of wonders there were.

Even though he had cultivated countless spiritual plants and read a large number of spiritual plant books in the Tianjian Sect and the Hailou Chamber of Commerce, there were still some rare and unheard-of spiritual plants that appeared.

"The Black Nightmare Willow is a sixth-grade spiritual plant. I found it in a small, isolated realm when I was traveling."

"As the spirit plant grows, it will slowly breed special willow spirit essence in its body. When it reaches maturity, it will transform into a nightmare ghost."

"The Nightmare Ghost is connected to the mind of the Spiritual Plant Master who cultivated it. After refining it, the Spiritual Plant Master has a certain chance of comprehending the Nightmare Magic, communicating with certain beings in the special space, or using it to practice some unorthodox magical arts."

The young man said slowly.

"Thank you for clearing up my confusion, I understand now."

Lu Xuan remained calm and nodded.

"It looks like an evil spirit plant."

"To put it nicely, it's the unorthodox way. To put it bluntly, it's the devil's way."

Lu Xuan, who has rich experience in growing evil spiritual plants, secretly sighed in his heart.

"Your Black Nightmare Willow is not bad, but it is only a seedling after all. It is far inferior to my thousand-year-old tree."

"You know, this piece of ancient tree heart has a wide range of uses. It is of great benefit to the growth of wood-type spirits and spirit beasts. It can also be refined into a high-level puppet core or a wood-type magic weapon."

"You should be aware of the difference."

Lu Xuan said lightly.

He saw at a glance the young man's desire for the thousand-year-old tree heart and decided to give him a good beating.

"What my fellow Taoist said makes sense."

"How about this? In addition to this Black Nightmare Willow seedling, I will also add 200,000 low-grade spirit stones. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

"Okay! I like dealing with straightforward people like you the most in my life."

Lu Xuan immediately nodded in agreement.

This thousand-year-old tree heart came from the ball of light reward after the little tree mother grew up. He had previously obtained a new batch of little tree mothers from the Xuan Ji Tree Mother. After a while, it would not be a problem to open three or five pieces of the ancient tree heart.

If I could exchange it for a rare sixth-grade spiritual plant seedling, plus two hundred thousand lower-grade spiritual stones, there was no reason for me to refuse.

He did not hesitate and reached a deal with the dog owner in front of him. Both of them got what they wanted and were extremely satisfied.

In the following period of time, many cultivators came to inquire about the treasures on Lu Xuan's stall.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the spiritual seeds that Lu Xuan wanted.

In order to maximize the value of these treasures, Lu Xuan was not in a hurry to exchange them for other things.

About half a day later, a female cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage came to Lu Xuan's stall.

Perhaps she already understood Lu Xuan's needs before coming here, so she went straight to the point.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I have a large amount of fifth-grade spiritual soil and positive yang sand. I would like to exchange it for the fifth-grade sword talisman from you."

"Oh? Can you take it out for me to see?"

Lu Xuan asked curiously.

The female cultivator nodded slightly, and then a small pile of pure white spiritual sand appeared in front of her.

The spiritual sand emits a faint white light and is extremely hot. Even from a distance one can feel a burning sensation on the skin. When spiritual consciousness probes into it, one can feel an extremely yang and strong aura contained in it.

"Zhengyang Sand, a fifth-grade special spiritual soil, contains an extremely yang aura, which is of great benefit to the growth of those extremely strong and yang spiritual plants."

The female cultivator said slowly.

"How much Zhengyang Sand do you have, Daoist friend?"

Lu Xuan became somewhat interested. The spiritual plants he planted were all kinds of strange and wonderful. Whenever he saw one, he would put it into his spiritual field. Therefore, it was necessary to enrich the types of spiritual soil.

This will avoid the need to spend extra time and energy searching for spiritual soil and spiritual sand after finding the corresponding spiritual seeds.

"About twenty pounds."

"Okay." "But fellow Daoist, you should know that among treasures of the same level, spiritual soil is much lower than talismans, and the killing power of my sword talisman is the strongest among all talismans."

"Twenty kilograms of Zhengyang Sand in exchange for two fifth-grade sword talismans, what do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Lu Xuan nodded and said.

The female cultivator pondered for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to agree.

"make a deal."

Although Zhengyang Sand is a rare spiritual soil with powerful effects, it still has great limitations. The sword talisman in Lu Xuan's hand can save his life at a critical moment.

Although she could only exchange it for two sword talismans, she was already extremely satisfied.

She picked up one Xuanyin Sword Talisman and one Zhensha Sword Talisman from Lu Xuan's stall, and then left with satisfaction.

"My dear friend, how do you exchange this great scholar?"

Not long after the nun left, a scholar with a feather fan and a silk scarf and an elegant temperament came to the stall.

"Reporting to the senior, all the treasures on the stall can only be exchanged for high-level spirit seeds, seedlings, spirit beast eggs, or seed-condensing methods, spirit springs and spirit soil, etc."

Lu Xuan felt the powerful aura in the scholar's body and said respectfully.

"I have a seventh-grade Bi Tao Spiritual Sword in my hand. How about exchanging it for your great scholar Wen Gong?"

The scholar asked with a smile, and with a casual grab, a blue flying sword shot out from the void.

The rich spiritual energy on the sword turned into blue waves, surging endlessly, and the sound of waves could be heard faintly in the ears.

"Please forgive me, senior. I only need spiritual seeds and other treasures at the moment."

Lu Xuan had the Yin-Yang Yuanci Divine Needle, Nanming Thunder and Fire Mirror and other rare seventh-grade treasures in his hands. He no longer had the extra energy to refine this ordinary seventh-grade flying sword. He pretended to hesitate for a moment, but finally declined.

"The Great Confucian Palace is only of some use to Confucian and Taoist practitioners. This Bi Tao Spiritual Sword is more than enough to exchange for it."

"My friend, you can use this seventh-grade flying sword to exchange for the spiritual seeds you desire from other Taoist friends later."

The scholar looked calm, but there was a hint of threat in his tone.

The Great Confucian Palace in Lu Xuan's hand is extremely rare. It can only be formed after a great Confucian in the Nascent Soul stage passes away. It is priceless to Confucian and Taoist practitioners. Once you have it and pass it on to the most talented descendant in the clan, there is a high possibility that it will grow to the level of a great Confucian.

He has always been a man of self-cultivation, but after seeing the great scholar Wen Gong and the seemingly lonely Lu Xuan, he couldn't help but have other thoughts in his mind.

"Junior Brother Lu, why are you setting up a stall here alone? The auction will start soon."

"Brother, if you want any treasure, just ask Uncle Huanzhen directly."

The scholar was about to ask Lu Xuan for the Great Confucian Palace, when suddenly, a gentle voice came into their ears.

Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man with sword shadows behind him came to the stall.

"Friend Daoist Mo."

The scholar bowed and saluted.

"Oh, it turns out to be Fellow Daoist Chen from the Chen family in Daxia Realm."

Mo Yuanfeng nodded to the scholar, and then his eyes fell on Lu Xuan, with a clear different kind of intimacy in his eyes.

He had a good impression of this junior brother who had just joined the Sword Sect, and since Jian Huanzhen really loved him, he took extra care of him.

"Brother Mo, I will go to the auction with you right now."

Lu Xuan flashed his spiritual light, and several treasures on the stall, including the Great Confucian Wen Palace, immediately flew into the storage bag.

Mo Yuanfeng nodded to the scholar, and a sword light flew out from behind him, wrapping up Lu Xuan and disappearing instantly.

"Brother and fellow apprentice? What is the origin of that cultivator? Why did he call the disciple of the Dongxuan Sword Sect "brother"?"

The scholar stopped and stood still, feeling confused and uncertain.

Although he is at the Nascent Soul stage, there is a huge difference between him and other cultivators of the same level. Compared with Mo Yuanfeng, the true sword disciple of the Sword Sect, his strength is far inferior.

As for the forces behind it, there is no need to compare them.

One is one of the most powerful sword sects in the world, and the other is just a Confucian and Taoist family with considerable reputation in Daxia. There is a huge difference between the two.

Thinking of the huge chasm between the Dongxuan Sword Sect and his own family, his eyes suddenly became extremely clear and he flew in the opposite direction of the two people.

(End of this chapter)