Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

In this way, Yang Qian walked forward slowly and passed by these stalls one by one.

Whenever he came across an object that he couldn't name or that aroused his interest, he would pause slightly, frown slightly, and study it carefully with full concentration, his eyes flashing with curiosity and inquiry.

However, from beginning to end, he never said a word, as if he didn't see these stall owners and completely ignored them.

Yang Qian's face was always tense and his expression was cold, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Soon, Yang Qian checked all the stalls carefully, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

His eyes dimmed a little, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned down slightly.

The items on the stalls were indeed rare, but the treasure that could really make his heart beat fast did not appear.

Some of these things, although originating from the wilderness, are extremely obscure and seem to be useful only to certain special groups of people.

Coincidentally, during this period, he met the ascended female cultivator named Biyou.

The moment Biyou saw Yang Qian, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Yang Qian just nodded slightly, without much change in expression on his face.

However, there was not much verbal exchange between the two. They just looked at each other briefly and then looked away.

At this moment, Yang Qian quickly glanced around and was hesitating whether to leave Taixuan Palace. Suddenly, he heard light footsteps behind him and someone was walking towards him.

The white mist on his body shook slightly, and Yang Qian suddenly faced backwards in a strange way.

The man who had already walked over suddenly stopped, as if he was quite surprised by Yang Qian's quick reaction.

The person who came over was a demon who was shrouded in black air. He looked quite slim and was looking Yang Qian up and down.

However, both of them were obscured by the secret technique. Apart from the vague and unclear figures, it was naturally impossible to see any specific facial features clearly.

"What advice do you have?" Yang Qian asked calmly. There was a strange look in his eyes as he stared at the demon in front of him.

If his guess was correct, the person in front of him should be the female cultivator who turned into a goddess from the demon race and appeared in the original novel.

"Did you find something suitable?" The demon in the black air laughed softly. Her voice was pleasant to the ears, like a spring flowing in the mountains. She was obviously a woman. There was a bit of curiosity and temptation in her tone. Through the black air, one could vaguely see the agility in her eyes.

"Yes, there is indeed nothing here that I like. What is the purpose of asking this question, fellow Taoist?" Yang Qian frowned slightly, his eyes revealing confusion and vigilance, and asked back.

"It seems that this is your first time to visit Taixuan Palace. In fact, the things exchanged between your clan and mine, except for those things displayed openly, the real good things were all exchanged secretly one-on-one." The woman said calmly, her demeanor was calm, as if she was accustomed to all this.

"Why do you do this! Wouldn't it be easier to find a suitable buyer if it were made public?" Yang Qian frowned, a puzzled look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, you really don't know, or you are pretending to be confused! If you take out the real good things for exchange, even if they are concealed by the Light-Blocking Pendant and the Miyun Banner, they will still be easily coveted by others. What's more, some things are very hot to the touch, and it is not suitable to let too many people know their whereabouts. Well, stop talking nonsense, do you want to exchange things?" The demon woman seemed a little impatient, her voice became three points colder, and a trace of irritation flashed in her eyes.

"As long as you really have good stuff, I am naturally willing to exchange it. But why did you come to me?" Yang Qian agreed readily, but suddenly asked another question. His eyes were fixed on the other party, as if he was observing something.

"This is easy. The way you look at the things on the stalls so carefully, you are most likely a newcomer to Tianyuan City. Although your cultivation is restricted, careful observation shows that you are a Jindan cultivator. You are just the right person for me to exchange with. Besides, you are not the first person I have looked for. Tell me what you have that is suitable for our demon race. In addition to some of my own things, I also have items entrusted to me for exchange on behalf of many of my fellow tribesmen. So if you have good things, just take them out." The demon woman didn't care at all and said frankly, with her hands folded in front of her chest, looking very confident.

Hearing this, Yang Qian raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and said casually: "I naturally have some items suitable for nobles. But shouldn't you also reveal some of the items in your hands to me first?"

"Hmph, I have everything from rare elixirs and scarce materials to materials that you humans dream of and ancient magic weapons. What exactly do you want?" The demon woman snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"I have no demand for finished magic weapons, but I am quite interested in the materials. Fellow Daoist, do you have the spiritual blood of a real toad beast? It is what I need right now." Yang Qian's eyes flickered, like the stars that flickered in the night sky, and he asked lightly.

"Real toad spirit blood? Hehe, fellow Daoist, you are really good at choosing carefully. Real toad liquid is not only useful to you humans, it is also a rare treasure for us demons. Who would trade such a treasure in Taixuan Palace?" When the demon woman heard this, she was stunned at first, and then she shook her head like a rattle.

"If that's the case, the following things are available, including golden grass that is more than five thousand years old..." Yang Qian didn't care about the woman's sarcastic remarks at all. He listed the missing materials of the other pill recipes one by one in an orderly manner, as if it was a gentle breeze blowing on his face.

After hearing the first few, the demon woman's face, which was shrouded in black air, began to look ugly, like a dark cloud. After Yang Qian finished speaking, she said unhappily after a long while, "Don't be wishful thinking. These medicinal materials that can improve cultivation are like pearls hidden in the deep sea. They can only be found in the wild world. We demons also have very scarce materials. Even if we have them, we will never trade them with you humans."

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be so anxious. I don't necessarily want the finished elixirs. I am also willing to pay a high price for the seeds or young grasses of these elixirs." Upon hearing this, Yang Qian did not show any disappointment. Instead, he spoke slowly as if he was strolling in a garden.

"If that's the case, it's not necessarily impossible to find it. But it's also quite tricky, and I don't have it at the moment." The demon woman frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately reject the words, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"As long as I can really collect this item, I will definitely come here again to exchange it with fellow Taoist." A bright smile bloomed on Yang Qian's face, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Well, I can only try my best in this matter. After all, the wild spiritual herbs, even the seeds and seedlings are usually extremely scarce, as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and few people are willing to sell them. However, if I really find these things, you are going to exchange them with me. As for spiritual stones, please don't ask for them. Even high-level spiritual stones are not lacking in me." The demon woman raised her chin and said proudly.

After hearing this, Yang Qian's expression remained calm, but his lips moved slightly, and he suddenly sent out a few words using the art of voice transmission.

"What, you really have a thousand-year-old elixir!" The woman in the black air trembled, her face full of disbelief and surprise, and her voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees.

"As long as fellow Taoist can find what I need, I can naturally take out such spiritual objects." Yang Qian smiled slightly, his expression revealing confidence.

"If you have such elixirs, why don't you use them to make pills yourself? Why do you have to exchange these things with me?" After the surprise, the demon woman frowned, and her eyes were filled with suspicion.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't ask too much about my affairs. If you think it's appropriate, please collect some of the things I need. Next time I come here, I can directly exchange with you. This elixir will be considered as my deposit." Yang Qian's tone sank and his expression became serious. Then he flicked the storage bracelet lightly with one hand, and with a flip of his palm, a half-foot long exquisite wooden box appeared in his hand, and then he threw it over seemingly casually.

The demon woman in the black air was startled for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed the wooden box. With an uncertain expression, she carefully opened a crack in the wooden box, and her mind swept through it as fast as the wind.

A slight exclamation came out, and the woman looked at the contents of the box for a long time without blinking, and then slowly closed the wooden box, but her face suddenly became solemn. "Are you really going to use this as a deposit? Aren't you afraid that I will take the things and never come back?" The demon woman said coldly with a cold look in her eyes.

"It's just a mere three thousand year old elixir! Firstly, I believe that with your status, you would not do such a despicable thing. Secondly, this also proves that I really want to do this business with you. As long as you can find the thing as promised, I will never go back on my word about the elixir I promised you." Yang Qian replied calmly without commenting, his eyes full of determination.

"It seems that you are indeed sincere. But the things you need cannot be obtained in a short period of time. Give me a few years, and I will help you collect two or three kinds." The woman was not polite at all. She flipped her palm and quickly put away the wooden box, saying with a confident look on her face.

"Okay, then I will wait for good news." Yang Qian was delighted, an expectant look appeared on his face, and he clasped his hands together.

To him, this kind of thousands-year-old elixir is commonplace and nothing rare, and using it to gain the other party's trust is definitely nothing.

Moreover, Yang Qian was also fully confident that the thousand-year-old elixir he promised was enough to make this transformed demon wholeheartedly look for what he needed.

After all, this method was successfully used in the original work.

This was a perfect and clever trick for Yang Qian, who did not want to attract too much attention from others on the human side.

The demon woman nodded slightly, said no more, turned around and left with light steps.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and stared at the slender figure that was looming in the black air until it disappeared. Then, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the entrance, as if he was going to leave this huge hall.

But when he walked to the first human monk's stall, his eyes swept lightly at the emerald green branch, and his steps subconsciously paused. A gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes. After a slight hesitation, he turned and walked towards the stall.

"What is the origin of this thing? Can you tell me something about it?" Yang Qian walked to the stall and asked calmly. At the same time, he gently grabbed in the air with one hand, and immediately the emerald green branch was taken into his hand. He gently stroked it with his fingers.

"Origin? This thing was formed when I witnessed a bolt of lightning from the sky falling directly onto a dead spiritual tree, and then it miraculously sprouted and grew, forming this spiritual tree. As for its specific origin and purpose, I really have no idea." An unusually hoarse and old voice came from the white mist. It seemed that the stall owner was an elderly man.

"Thunder turns into wood. This thing is quite interesting." Yang Qian turned it over and over with one hand, examining it several times, muttering to himself.

"Hehe, it's indeed rare. But to be honest with you, the thunder power contained in this thing is too strong and overbearing. It can neither be forcibly absorbed and refined into the body, nor can it be used to refine weapons. We can only see if anyone from the demon clan is interested in it. How come, fellow Daoist, you like this thing?" The old man smiled and said slowly.

"Oh, nothing. I have also cultivated some power of thunder and lightning, so I am naturally curious about this thing. Fellow Daoist, do you plan to exchange this thing for something?" Yang Qian played with the thunder wood in his hand for a long time and responded calmly.

Hearing that Yang Qian really wanted to exchange the willow branch, the old man in the white clouds was startled. He carefully looked Yang Qian up and down, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Although I have not yet found the true use of this thunder wood, the value of this spiritual wood created by heavenly thunder is really hard to estimate. Let me put it this way. I am refining a furnace of 'Qianyuan Pills' these days, and I am still short of a five thousand year old spiritual herb of any kind. If you can provide one, you can take this spiritual wood. Of course, if you have top-level spiritual stones or other objects of equal value, I will not refuse them either."

"How do you know that I have a magical medicine?" Upon hearing this, Yang Qian's expression suddenly changed, and his face in the white mist suddenly became gloomy, but in fact, there was no fluctuation in his heart. He had expected this. The magical power cultivated by this person was different from that of ordinary people. He would definitely know that he had a magical medicine. This was also within Yang Qian's plan.

"Don't be surprised, fellow Daoist. I have cultivated some minor magical powers, and my sense of smell is far superior to that of ordinary people. I smelled a little bit of the medicinal fragrance emanating from the wooden box that you took out when you traded with the demon woman just now. Is that a spiritual medicine that is about three thousand years old? If you can take out such a spiritual medicine so easily, I think there is a high possibility that there are some that are more than five thousand years old." The old man said in a low voice.

When Yang Qian heard this, he nodded and thought to himself that it was indeed true.

In Buddhism, there are indeed some similar magical powers that can greatly enhance the five senses of the monks. The legendary telepathy, clairvoyance, and super hearing are such magical powers. Speaking of his clear and bright eyes, in a sense, it is also a concrete manifestation of this magical power, but it has not yet reached the incredible realm in the legend.

Thinking like this in his heart, Yang Qian slowly said: "I see! Since you have already specified that you want a spiritual medicine, I actually have one in my hand. Please take a look and see if it is suitable for you."

Yang Qian had no intention of bargaining. He raised his hand, a white light flashed, and a rectangular wooden box emerged and he gently threw it to the other party.

The old man was a little surprised. He never thought that Yang Qian would really agree to his conditions. Naturally, he was overjoyed. He took the wooden box, opened the lid, took a quick look, and immediately closed it again.

"Yes, it is indeed a five thousand year old elixir, just right for me to use in refining the elixir." The old man put the wooden box away, his face beaming with joy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian showed a faint smile on his face, which revealed a sense of calmness and composure.

The willow branch in his hand swayed slightly, as if blown by an invisible breeze, and disappeared in an instant without a trace.

Then he clasped his hands together in a casual motion, and then turned and left without hesitation or saying a word.

He knew very well that in front of these shrewd and scheming guys, talking too much would inevitably bring unexpected troubles. The saying "too much talk leads to mistakes" is true.

After leaving Taixuan Palace, there were a few light clouds floating in the sky outside. The sunlight shone through the clouds, casting a layer of mottled light and shadow on the entire market.

Yang Qian walked at a leisurely pace and strolled slowly around the rest of the market.

However, you have to know that he possesses extremely precious spiritual treasures, as well as countless spiritual medicines and materials. His wealth is staggering.

Therefore, how could the ordinary things displayed in these shops easily arouse his excitement and make him fall in love with them?

Soon, several hours passed and the sky gradually darkened.

Yang Qian immediately decided to return to the bluestone tower. As soon as he walked into the quiet room in the hall where the team was, a stale atmosphere hit him in the face.

The room was dimly lit, with the oil lamps on the wall emitting a faint light.

Yang Qian raised his hand without hesitation, and a spell containing thunder attributes quickly hit the stone door of the quiet room. In an instant, the restrictions of the entire quiet room were temporarily activated, as if forming a solid barrier to prevent being disturbed by others.

But even so, Yang Qian did not relax his vigilance at all. He raised his hand again, and in an instant, several rays of light of different colors shot out from his fingertips. These rays of light flashed like meteors and accurately sank into the four corners of the quiet room, and then disappeared without a trace.

Yang Qian's hands, with a solemn expression, quickly moved the magic formula, and a layer of white light curtain slowly emerged on the stone wall like a veil. This light curtain exuded a soft and mysterious light, tightly covering the stone wall, completely blocking any possible prying eyes.

Only then did Yang Qian feel at ease walking to the cushion in the middle of the room and slowly sitting down cross-legged.

He flicked his hand gently, and the half-foot-long thunderwood appeared in his hand out of thin air as if being pulled by an invisible hand. (End of this chapter)