Fairy Cultivator took the script of White Moonlight after pairing with salted fish

Chapter 14 014 Fusheng Wanxiang, Reselling Spirit Soil
Fusheng Wanxiang
If Ji Qingwu hadn't accidentally saved someone back then, she wouldn't have known that in Floating Cloud City, at the foot of the number one immortal sect in the cultivation world, there would be such a place entrenched.

There is no distinction between good and evil, and there is no taboo between immortals and demons. Once you enter, you must be prepared to come out dead.

Ji Qingwu's spiritual soil can only be sold here, and only dare to sell it here, otherwise, if she is discovered, even if she has ten lives, it will not be enough for the punishment of the Fuyun Sect.

"There is such a bold little girl, how did she know about this place?"

The light was dim, and the man in the mask was leaning on the slab, tapping the edge of the slab with his fingertips.

The man in the cloak stood beside him, looking at the little girl in the mirror who had already put on the unique cloak of Fushengwanxiang, a trace of doubt flashed across his covered eyes.

Just now when the other party came in, he bumped into himself, as if he knew him.

But he obviously...has never seen her.

Wan Teng Linfeng shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know."

*
Ji Qingwu randomly found a corner to set up a stall, and when she took piles of spiritual soil out of the storage bag, the passers-by inevitably paused.

Even though everyone was wearing cloaks, Ji Qingwu could still imagine the weird eyes of these people.

But it doesn't matter, someone will always buy her spirit soil.

The fact is exactly as she thought, after she sat quietly and waited for two hours, a slender figure stood still in front of her.

"Where did this come from?" The man whose voice was changed was hoarse.

Ji Qingwu looked up and knew that this person was asking this question just to inquire about the value of the spiritual soil.

"From the great sect." The old male voice came from her mouth, followed by a series of demonic low laughs.

"Yeah." The man knelt down, stretched out his hand and picked up a pinch and squeezed it. After a pause, he asked, "How do you sell it?"

Ji Qingwu: "Three hundred spirit stones, these."

"Heh." The man suddenly stood up, "Your Excellency, the lion opened his mouth."

"Inferior grade." Ji Qingwu closed her eyes and added helplessly.

The man froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected such a turnaround.

Or maybe he had misunderstood himself.

He didn't say a word after that, put down three hundred low-grade spirit stones, carefully put the spirit soil into his storage bag, got up and left.

Ji Qingwu put away the spirit stone, and she earned only one spirit stone from the soil she dug from the sect.

Afterwards, Ji Qingwu wandered around in the alley, trying to minimize her sense of existence, and got a general understanding of the prices of pills, talismans, and seals here, before preparing to leave.

Floating life and alleys are mostly vicious and evil people, there are many immortals and demons with great powers, ordinary pills can't catch their eyes.

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When Ji Qingwu returned to the mountain, it was already dawn.

There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps from the foot of the mountain to the outer gate. It would take at least six hours for a mortal to climb up.

Obviously, Ji Qingwu didn't need to use it for so long. She returned along the same route, planning to use today's three hundred spirit stones to retreat for half a month.

Squeak, squeak!

When passing the corner of the mountain, several spirit monkeys tried to attract her attention by gesturing.

Needless to say, there is no need to talk about the spirituality of the Monkey King of the Floating Cloud School.

She looked in the direction of the monkey's finger, and there was a group of white shadows huddled in the dense roadside bushes.

For some reason, Ji Qingwu thought of Gu Rong reflexively.

No...is it such a coincidence?

(End of this chapter)