Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

After a moment's hesitation, the woman answered honestly: Those old guys also appear frequently, and there are many new faces in the city.

Each of these people has strong cultivation base and seems to be newly transferred from the Seventh Place.

Hearing this, the Taoist nodded, as if he understood something.

He asked bluntly:
"It seems that it is not our illusion. Something is really going to happen. What do you think is the probability of the aliens attacking the city?"

The woman responded with a gloomy face:

"There is at least a 30% chance. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such an amazing change in the city."

Hearing this answer, the Taoist friend let out a long breath and muttered to himself:
"Thirty percent, that's already very high."

The situation in this city is becoming increasingly tense. The woman raised her head slightly and said calmly:
"Fellow Daoist, after completing this last transaction with you, I will not appear here again."

"Now that the foreign tribes are eyeing us covetously, if you want to save your life, you'd better find a way to leave this city as soon as possible."

"Once the alien race attacks the city, beings like us at this level will most likely not be able to escape this disaster."

Hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly and said slowly:

"What you said may seem simple, but as a cultivator in this city, how can I leave so easily? Moreover, every year I..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped talking.

The woman chuckled, then her expression straightened and she said:

"It is indeed very difficult to leave now. The situations of our tribes are different, and I am powerless to help you."

"Fortunately, even if the war breaks out, there are still several years to go. Fellow Daoist, you still have time to plan this matter."

"Now that the information has been communicated, you can start trading."

Yan Yun heard what the woman said, but did not object, and asked calmly:
"How many spiritual medicine seeds did the fairy collect this time? The few kinds that Fellow Daoist Yan found last time are quite rare, but only a few can be used."

The woman smiled faintly in the dark air and responded:

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Let's not talk about the other seeds this time. As for the several seeds you specifically requested, I have already collected 70% to 80% for you."

"To be honest, if the war wasn't coming and time wasn't pressing, I wouldn't have paid such a huge price to get these seeds. Now I don't have time to think about anything else."

"I wonder if the amount of the ten thousand year old elixir you brought with you is enough to meet our needs?"

Yan Yun smiled slyly and asked, "Fellow Daoist, you have traded with me many times. When have you ever seen me give you less than one spiritual herb?"

The woman giggled a few times, then turned her palm over, and an emerald green wooden box appeared in her hand and was thrown towards Yan Yun.

The wooden box was engraved with ancient patterns and faintly glowing runes, clearly showing that it was no ordinary item.

Yan Yun sucked the wooden box into his hand with a solemn expression. Without opening the lid, he penetrated the lid with blue light and invaded his spiritual consciousness to carefully investigate.

He stood holding the box, motionless.

The woman in the black air was not surprised by this, nor did she intend to urge him. She just stared in silence, as if she wanted to see Yan Yun's true appearance through the light.

After a while, she sighed and looked away. It was natural to be curious about Yan Yun. The person who could provide so many ten thousand year old elixirs must be extraordinary.

The woman guessed that the other party should be one of the most secretive true spiritual families among the human race, especially the Min family, which is famous for cultivating spiritual medicines, which is the most likely possibility.

However, the other party was extremely cautious and she was unable to find out her background after several contacts. Instead, he accidentally revealed his real surname, which made her very upset.

In this mysterious transaction, although the other party could not discern her true origins based on just a name, the woman decided to stop searching for the identities of both parties.

She knew that talking too much would do no good and might instead reveal more information about herself.

However, recalling every transaction with the other party, her heart was filled with excitement.

Especially those precious thousand-year-old elixirs. For her, who has a special background and a certain status in the clan, the value of these elixirs is self-evident.

Even if you have more spirit stones, it is difficult to collect so many spiritual medicines under normal circumstances.

The success of this transaction is crucial to her, because these spiritual medicines will be enough to support her to hire someone to refine several urgently needed elixirs to help her break through the current bottleneck of cultivation.

At the same time, she was also curious about Yan Yun's behavior of collecting elixir seeds.

As long as Yan Yun could deliver the elixir as promised, she had no intention of delving into the reasons behind it.

Just as the demon woman was feeling mixed emotions, Yan Yun on the other side had carefully checked the seeds in the box and nodded with satisfaction:

"Yes, these seeds are indeed the ones I mentioned to you before. This is the elixir you deserve, you may wish to check it out."

As he spoke, he took out several jade boxes from his body and handed them to the other party one by one.

The woman did not take it lightly and examined it carefully after taking it.

After the demon woman put away the elixir, a smile appeared on her face and she said softly:

"That's right. What we are trading this time are all precious spiritual medicines that have grown for about ten thousand years. Fellow Daoist, this may be the last transaction between you and me in the near future."

"However, if you can really escape this catastrophe, we may have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Yan Yun nodded slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes:
"I hope so. Now that the things have been cleared, I should also go and see if the other Taoists have any treasures worth noting. Under the current circumstances, I am sure that many rare treasures will be taken out."

After saying this, he slowly glanced around at the stalls filled with a wide variety of goods, his eyes thoughtful.

The demon woman sneered slightly, with a sly look in her eyes:
"You are indeed very thoughtful, my friend. I just noticed that there are indeed many rare items. But I have something important to attend to, so I'm sorry I can't continue to accompany you."

After saying this, she hurriedly said goodbye.

"Fairy, please do as you please!"

Yan Yun looked calm and saluted with his fists clasped in silence.

The female cultivator was quick and decisive. She turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance of the demon clan opposite. Her figure soon disappeared in the black air.

Yan Yun quietly watched the woman's back as she left. After she left the hall, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.

It turned out that after several transactions with this female cultivator, he had finally collected two kinds of elixirs that were very beneficial to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

In this way, in the short term, he no longer has to worry about the shortage of elixirs.

With the important matter in his mind resolved, Yan Yun felt relieved and walked leisurely into the nearby human race stall. After looking around, he frowned slightly.

Although the rare treasures displayed by the cultivators of the two tribes were dazzling and far exceeded those in the past, with his current vision, ordinary magic weapons and materials were no longer worthy of his attention.

The secret techniques that really interested him were rarely demonstrated, and when they did appear, they were not to his liking.

So he shook his head, stopped lingering, and slowly walked out of the hall.

As soon as he left Taixuan Palace, Yan Yun immediately drove the escape light and headed straight for his stone tower residence.

Half a month later, the elders of Tianguang Temple would give a sermon, and he would not miss it. Even if there was no such event, he would not leave Tianyuan City immediately if he had other important matters to attend to.

After returning to the stone tower, Yan Yun first exchanged the merit jade card in his hand for a token in a hall, then returned to the team's base and chose a quiet room to close his eyes and rest. Three days later, a green rainbow rushed out and pointed directly to a place outside the city. Half a day later, the green rainbow appeared above a valley outside the city.

This valley was lush and green, and seemed to be nothing special. However, Qinghong suddenly swirled down and fell into the valley.

With a flash of light, Yan Yun appeared in front of a stone wall more than 30 feet high. He looked around, confirmed that there was nothing unusual, and then flicked his sleeves to shoot out a golden talisman, which sank into the stone wall and disappeared.

Afterwards, Yan Yun stood quietly in front of the stone wall.

After a moment, a layer of gray light appeared on the surface of the stone wall, and then a two-meter-high passage appeared in front of Yan Yun.

This passage was square, with four walls made of green stone, flickering with a faint spiritual light. Yan Yun smiled slightly and walked into the passage.

The passage was forty to fifty feet long, and at the end was a white jade door covered by a white light curtain. Yan Yun did not hesitate to chant the spell, and the light curtain in front of him suddenly split into two.

He walked in leisurely and found that behind the door was a hall of thirty meters in size. There was nothing else in it except more than twenty stone chairs and a huge stone table.

There were already eight or nine monks sitting on the stone chairs.

Among them, there are both men and women, with various clothing styles, and their cultivation is all above the Spirit Transformation Realm, with a calm and powerful aura.

When Yan Yun stepped into the hall, several monks immediately smiled and greeted him:

"Friend Yan is here too!"

"Brother Yan came early this time."

“I heard that Fellow Daoist Yan captured a green shadow this time. It really adds luster to our ascended monks!”

Yan Yun smiled and returned the greetings one by one, then chose a stone chair in the corner and sat down.

As for the other monks who had not spoken, some remained silent, some had no expression on their faces, and some even ignored Yan Yun.

Yan Yun didn't care about it. Instead, he closed his eyes and started practicing.

Not long after Yan Yun took his seat, more monks entered the hall one after another, and those who were familiar with each other came forward to greet each other.

Another two hours passed like this, and there were already fifteen or sixteen monks in the hall, and no one came in or out.

However, everyone did not discuss it privately, but sat quietly in their seats.

A moment later, an indifferent male voice was heard from outside the hall.

At this gathering of newly ascended monks, most of the invitees were present, with only a few unable to arrive on time due to missions.

Zhao Wugui looked at everyone and said:
"It seems that all the Taoist friends who can come have arrived, so let's get started."

"That's right. Almost everyone has arrived. Let's do as Brother Wen says." Another person echoed.

At this moment, a familiar voice came into Yan Yun's ears. His heart moved and he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw two middle-aged men walking side by side into the door.

One of them was dressed in a white robe, with a faint smile on his face and a calm demeanor; the other was pale and beardless, with a stern expression.

Yan Yun took a closer look and found that the two people were the monk surnamed Wen and Zhao Wugui whom he had met not long ago. They were responsible for assessing Yan Yun's merit card.

The appearance of these two Nascent Soul cultivators caused a slight commotion among the people in the hall.

Obviously, most of the people present knew these two people.

Zhao Wugui glanced around and said calmly:
"Originally, Fellow Daoist Fan was supposed to host this gathering of newly ascended monks, but he had important matters to attend to, so the two of us will host it on his behalf. Do you have any objections?"

When the monks heard this, they were shocked and fell silent.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in white robe smiled amiably and said slowly:
"As a general rule, it would be enough for Daoist Zhao to be here to preside over the event."

"It's just that the recent situation is special, and there are some important matters that need to be discussed with you fellow Taoists, so Wen Mou has come along as well."

"What you said, Senior, does it involve the possibility of alien races launching an attack on the city?"

An old man with a red face and rosacea suddenly asked.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became alert and their eyes suddenly focused on the cultivator surnamed Wen and Zhao Wugui.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. According to custom, we will hold an exchange meeting and share our cultivation experiences."

"If you encounter difficulties in your cultivation, the two of us can provide guidance as appropriate."

"But just like Fellow Daoist Fan, the price you have to pay is absolutely necessary."

"Finally, if you have any valuable information or intelligence, you can report it to us. As long as the information is useful, we will not be stingy with miraculous medicines such as Dust Elimination Pills."

Zhao Wugui responded in a cold tone.

Zhao Wugui's words convinced all the cultivators, so Zhao Wugui and the cultivator surnamed Wen looked at each other and walked to the huge stone table in the middle.

Several monks immediately stood up and respectfully made room for the two Void Refining monks.

The two nodded and sat down casually on two stone chairs.

With the two Void Refining monks in charge, the exchange went extremely smoothly.

Yan Yun exchanged a piece of ten thousand year old black jade for several rare talismans.

Although these talismans are not silver tadpole talismans, they are unique and may bring him inspiration if he studies them carefully.

After the exchange was completed, everyone began to share their own experiences in cultivation or their unique insights into certain secret techniques.

Although most people explained it simply or vaguely, some explained it in detail but deliberately stopped at the key points.

Those who are truly interested in this are not impatient. They will later communicate through voice transmission and conduct a one-on-one alternative exchange of treasures or other experiences and skills.

The monk surnamed Wen turned a blind eye to this and continued to focus on his own affairs.

Yan Yun has been immersed in the study of talismans recently, and shared his initial insights and understandings with everyone.

However, among the ascended monks present, only a few were interested in this path, and they did not pay enough attention to Yan Yun's story.

Only the cultivator surnamed Wen and Zhao Wugui showed a look of surprise when they heard Yan Yun mention the silver tadpole talisman.

As we all know, although silver tadpole script is not rare, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to conduct in-depth research on the art of talismans without careful guidance and opening the door to understanding.

After Yan Yun finished speaking, everyone asked questions, eagerly seeking answers to their cultivation problems. The cultivator surnamed Wen only gave brief answers to some of the questions;

As for some questions, he just smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Wugui exchanged a few words privately with the questioner through voice transmission.

No matter what response the questioner gets, he will quickly sit down again and say no more. (End of this chapter)