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Cheng Xianmo said this with great confidence, but Chen Yuan did not reply immediately. Instead, he thought for a while before saying, "I naturally trust your strength, but I still need to think about it. I also ask Fellow Daoist Cheng not to disclose this matter."

Cheng Xianmo understood and answered respectfully, "I have also heard about the conflict between Elder Gu and you. Don't worry, we don't have close ties with Haoran Sect. After all, Haoran Sect has its own heritage and will not buy magic weapons from us."

"Nascent Soul cultivators like you are the most favored guests of our pavilion. If you want to go to the Jingzhou Main Pavilion to refine magic weapons, I am always here to serve you."

"With Shopkeeper Pan as your guarantor, I can give you a discount. After all, the price of refining high-level magic weapons is not low."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Cheng is well-informed. I will take my leave now."

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said, "If our pavilion wants to gain a foothold in Renzhou, we must pay more attention to the movements of the Haoran Sect. Senior, take care..."

Cheng Xianmo wanted to personally escort Chen Yuan out of the Treasure Pavilion, but Chen Yuan declined. He did not want to attract too much attention and thus avoid attracting the attention of Elder Gu.

After leaving Baibao Pavilion, Chen Yuan went straight to Sifang Pavilion, revealed his identity and cultivation level, and wanted to visit Mr. Qingliu.

The person in charge of Sifang Pavilion is still the middle-aged cultivator in the early stage of Jindan.

He still remembered Chen Yuan. Seeing that Chen Yuan had already conceived a baby, he was extremely respectful and immediately sent someone back to the mountain gate to report.

Jiang Yu was also in the Sifang Pavilion and wanted to pay his respects to Chen Yuan, but was stopped by Chen Yuan through secret communication, and did not reveal that he knew him.

Chen Yuan forced Yan Tongchun to death, and took away two kinds of top-grade spiritual materials and spiritual herbs from Elder Gu. Elder Gu must have hated him to the core.

If Jiang Yu had close contacts with him, he might be retaliated against by Elder Gu.

Even if Elder Gu is not a vindictive person, Yan Tongchun also has senior brothers and junior brothers, as well as disciples and grandchildren, none of whom Jiang Yu can afford to offend.

Chen Yuan waited in the Sifang Pavilion for about half an hour. A disciple of Master Qingliu who was in the middle stage of the Jindan realm came to the Sifang Pavilion along with the foundation-building cultivator who had returned to the mountain gate to report, and asked Chen Yuan to go to Mingliu Lake to meet Master Qingliu.

Chen Yuan followed the disciple into the gate of Haoran Sect and came to the island in the middle of Mingliu Lake, where he saw Mr. Qingliu fishing on the shore.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu put down his fishing rod and book, waved the disciple away, and said with a smile: "Daoyou Chen has returned, but what is the important matter?"

Chen Yuan briefly recounted the matter of Cheng Xianmo recommending him to compete for the Wanling Pavilion's magic weapon refining, and finally said, "I wonder how much Daoist Qingliu knows about the Wanling Pavilion, and how is its reputation?"

Mr. Qingliu nodded slightly and said, "Cheng Xianmo and Wushan have a close personal relationship. I have heard about this before."

"What he said is true. Wanling Pavilion is very powerful and skilled in refining equipment. Its branches are spread across the ten states. Although it is not as good as the ten major sects, it ranks first among the large sects in Jiuxianzhou."

“Although our sect has no business dealings with Wanling Pavilion, Wanling Pavilion’s weapon refining heritage is extensive and profound, and its reputation is outstanding.”

"Fellow Daoist, you can go to the Wanling Pavilion to refine magic weapons without worry. If you are short of spiritual materials, you can buy them from the Wanling Pavilion. It's just that it will cost a lot, so you must prepare in advance."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "I feel relieved after hearing what you said."

The two chatted for a while. Chen Yuan asked about the situation in Jingzhou, and Mr. Qingliu gave a detailed introduction.

It was not until dusk that he got up to say goodbye. Under the guidance of Qingliu Jushi's disciples, he left the Haoran Sect's mountain gate and returned to Chongde City.

He did not go to find Cheng Xianmo immediately so as not to appear too anxious.

In the next three days, he bought a lot of books recording the situation in Jingzhou and Wanling Pavilion from a shop specializing in selling jade slips in Chongde Market, and read them carefully.

Three days later, he went to Baibao Pavilion again and asked Cheng Xianmo to take him to see Manager Pan.

Shopkeeper Pan is a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a thin appearance and a refined and elegant demeanor.

After Cheng Xianmo introduced them, the two sat down as host and guest and exchanged a few words.

During the conversation, Shopkeeper Pan gave people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze, which made people feel close to him.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Yuan finally got to the point: "I would like to ask you to refine a high-level magic weapon, but I have never been to Jingzhou before. Can Brother Pan give me some advice?"

Shopkeeper Pan said with a smile, "That's easy to say. I have a close personal relationship with our junior brother Qin Lian. Although he has only been in the infant stage for a few decades, he has already refined three high-level magic weapons without any mistakes. His weapon-refining skills are perfect."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you only need to prepare the spiritual materials and stones, and go with Pan's token. Junior Brother Qin will naturally help you to refine the magic weapon."

After saying that, he took out an ancient jade pendant, one side of which was engraved with a cluster of spiritual fire, and the other side was engraved with the word "Pan". He raised his hand, made a gesture, and injected a trace of true energy into the jade pendant.

Then he handed the jade pendant to Chen Yuan and said, "Fellow Daoist, just give this jade pendant to Junior Brother Qin, and he will naturally know the whole story and refine a magic weapon for you."

Chen Yuan took the jade pendant and bowed: "Thank you, Brother Pan."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while before Chen Yuan bowed and said, "I'll take my leave first. Fellow Daoist Pan should also know that there are some misunderstandings between me and Elder Gu of Haoran Sect."

"I asked your pavilion to refine the magic weapon, I hope you won't tell anyone."

Shopkeeper Pan said sternly, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I will never reveal the guests' affairs. I will keep my mouth shut."

Chen Yuan smiled, declined Cheng Xianmo's offer to see him off, and stood up to leave.

He still had doubts about the credibility of Wanling Pavilion.

But Mr. Qingliu once said that Wanling Pavilion and Haoran Sect had no business dealings, and Shopkeeper Pan had no relationship with Elder Gu, so there was no reason not to leak this matter.

After walking out of the Treasure Pavilion, Chen Yuan did not return to the cave, but quietly left Chongde City.

Three days later, he returned to his cave on the edge of Fengyuan Mountains.

Eight years have passed, and the formation left by Chen Yuan is still running. The spiritual energy here is thin, there are no monsters roaming around, and no cultivators coming and going. Everything in the cave is the same as before.

He spread out his spiritual sense and scanned Li Qingshan's cave, which was also intact, but he did not see Li Qingshan.

The spiritual consciousness continued to expand, covering the county town, and Chen Yuan saw Li Dalong and his wife and Qinglan.

They had all grown much older, but because they had taken elixirs, their bodies were strong and their old age was not very obvious. However, there was still no sign of Li Qingshan.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, took out a sound transmission talisman, put it to his lips, moved his lips, then raised his hand and threw it. The sound transmission talisman turned into a stream of light and flew into Li Qingshan's cave.

With a flash of light, Chen Yuan flew into the sky and flew westward.

He left a few words in the sound transmission note, saying that he was going to travel far and wide, and urged Li Qingshan to practice diligently and not slack off. If there was anything, he could go to Chongde City to find Master Qingliu.

He originally wanted to leave a low-level magic weapon and some high-quality spirit stones for Li Qingshan.

But on second thought, Li Qingshan is a sword cultivator, he needs to go through life and death trials to temper a clear sword heart, it is not advisable to support him too much, so he gave up the idea.

Li Qingshan already has a Huanzhen Pill, and Chen Yuan gave him thirty high-quality spirit stones, which are enough to support him in his cultivation to the Jindan stage. He has to rely on himself to walk the rest of the way.

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The Nine Immortal Continents are divided into thirteen states. Except for the Southern State which is the world of the demon race, the other twelve states are inhabited by human cultivators. The ten states of Heng, Jiang, Tan, Xi, Ning, Yue, Ren, Yi, Wei, and Li all have ten major sects in their jurisdiction.

Only Hanzhou and Jingzhou do not have the top ten sects. The reason is very simple. These two states do not have giant spiritual veins and cannot support a giant sect.

Hanzhou is a barren land, second only to Nanzhou in terms of barrenness.

However, Jingzhou is the richest among the Nine Immortal Continents.

The land area of ​​more than 200,000 miles is the smallest among the thirteen states, but it has six large spiritual veins, a total of six large sects, nearly forty medium-sized spiritual veins, and more than thirty medium-sized sects and immortal cultivation families, which is more than any other state.

In addition, there are countless small spiritual veins in Jingzhou, and spiritual stone veins and spiritual material veins are everywhere. Even the concentration of spiritual energy is richer than that in other states.

Such a prosperous place, but without a giant sect in charge, will naturally attract the attention of the top ten sects.

But Jingzhou is located in the center of Jiuxianzhou, and borders the other nine states except Hanzhou, Nanzhou and Weizhou.

The ten major sects were unwilling to see other sects swallow up Jingzhou, and as they were restraining each other, no sect could control Jingzhou.

Of course, this is also because the Jingzhou sect itself is quite powerful. Although there is no giant sect, there is no shortage of great cultivators. If the six large sects join forces, the ten major sects will also be at a disadvantage.

However, there are many conflicts among these six large sects, and there are also ten major sects secretly infiltrating. The independent cultivators from various states also yearn for the prosperity of Jingzhou and gather here.

Over time, Jingzhou became the most chaotic place in Jiuxianzhou, with various sects, many independent cultivators, and calamity cultivators everywhere.

On this day, in the eastern part of Jingzhou, hundreds of miles east of the Wanling Mountains, three monks, one in front and two behind, flew across the sky.

The two sides were more than a hundred feet apart. The person in front was still young, looking only in his twenties, and had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building.

He was standing on a gray flying boat, his face was ashen, there was blood at the corners of his mouth, and he looked very anxious.

The person leading the group was a burly man in the late foundation building stage, standing on a green gourd.

Behind him followed a boy in the middle stage of foundation building, with a yellow flying boat under his feet. His face was fierce and one could tell at a glance that he was not a good person.

Suddenly, the young monk who was fleeing in front trembled all over, his speed dropped sharply, and the distance between him and the two people behind him was shortened to more than thirty feet.

The boy laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have been poisoned by Han's Heart-drilling Gu. You can't escape even if you have wings. If you hand over your storage bag obediently, my two brothers can still spare your life!"

He has a childish face, a pair of big bright eyes, and a soft and tender voice, but his expression is ferocious and his tone is cruel, which makes people shudder.

The big man said loudly: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, we two are only after money, not killing people. If you take out the storage bag, we two will stop immediately and will never break our promise!"

The boy advised again: "Daoist friend, don't be stubborn. If you don't take the antidote within two quarters of an hour, you will die of the poison, and even the gods can't save you..."

But no matter how they tried to persuade him, the young monk ignored them, madly mobilizing his true energy and gritting his teeth to escape.

Although he looks young, he has been in the world of immortal cultivation for more than a hundred years and has encountered Tribulation Cultivators. He knows very well that he must never believe the words of Tribulation Cultivators, otherwise he will die.

Unfortunately, he was careful all his life, but he was careless for a moment and was exposed in the Wanling Market. He was targeted by the two robbery cultivators and was chased for more than 200 miles. He was poisoned and his life was at stake. But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

But at this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, the true energy in his meridians dissipated, his whole body trembled, and his escape speed dropped sharply, leaving only forty feet away from the two people behind him.

The young monk was horrified and tried to increase his speed, but he had reached his limit and could no longer increase the distance.

The two robbers behind him were about to succeed, and they couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The boy laughed shrilly: "Boy, accept your death... uh uh!"

Before he could finish his words, two golden rays of light fell from the sky and pierced into his and the big man's hearts!
The two robbery cultivators' eyes bulged, their vitality faded, and their bodies fell down.

The young monk's spiritual consciousness had been covering the two of them. When he saw this scene, he was so shocked that he even forgot to escape for a moment.

After flying over a hundred feet, he finally reacted, turned around and flew towards the two men, catching their bodies, the flying boat, and the gourd.

Only then did he see clearly that what pierced the two men's hearts were two golden spikes about a foot long.

The young monk's pupils shrank. These two golden thorns were very familiar to him. He was practicing the gold-attributed technique, which was a high-level spell called the Golden Thorn Spell that he was very good at before he built his foundation.

But even if he used the Golden Thorn Technique now, the condensed golden thorn would only be three inches long.

These two golden spikes were actually about a foot long, and after killing someone, the golden light was still dazzling and condensed without dissipating. What kind of cultivation level must the person who performed this technique have?
He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sky was high, the sun was bright, white clouds were floating, and it was quiet and peaceful.

"I don't know which senior came to my rescue. I, Che Ling, am grateful to you!" the young monk shouted loudly.

He waited for a while, but no one responded. He could only bow deeply three times to the sky, and then took the storage bags and flying instruments of the two robbery cultivators into his hands.

He searched carefully in the boy's storage bag, found a jade bottle, hurriedly poured out a scarlet pill, swallowed it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After putting away the jade bottle and storage bag, the young monk released two fireballs, burning the bodies of the two men to ashes, and then he flew away on the flying boat.

Thirty miles away, Chen Yuan flew thousands of feet into the sky and withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the young cultivator.

Nine days ago, after leaving a sound transmission note for Li Qingshan, he rushed to Jingzhou, flying all the way.

Three days ago, he finally entered Jingzhou. Including this young monk, he had rescued four monks who were being hunted by the robbers.

Mr. Qingliu once told him that the robber cultivators in Jingzhou were extremely rampant, but encountering four groups of robber cultivators in just three days was still a little beyond Chen Yuan's expectations.

In addition to the robbery cultivators, there were also two small sects fighting for the spiritual mine, and two immortal cultivation families in a mountain range fighting each other...

All Chen Yuan saw along the way was chaos. It seemed that there was no peaceful place in the entire Jingzhou.

But after rescuing this young cultivator, Chen Yuan never encountered a robbery cultivator again, nor did he encounter any fighting between cultivators.

As they flew further forward, other cultivators began to appear below, and the lights of their flight became increasingly dense.

Chen Yuan easily surpassed these cultivators and flew more than three hundred miles until he arrived at a mountain range.

Looking around, the mountains stretched endlessly and were majestic. Even when Chen Yuan released his spiritual sense, he could not see the end of the mountains.

A huge city that is no less than Chongde City, majestically located in the mountains, surrounding a three thousand foot high peak, and encompassing several high peaks within a radius of a hundred miles.

But unlike Chongde City, this city has no walls and no gates, but there is an obvious light blue curtain that covers the entire city.

This is the mountain gate of Wanling Pavilion and also the location of Wanling Market, the most prosperous place in Jingzhou.

There are no Tribulation Cultivators within three hundred miles of Wanlingfang City.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed and came to a passage. There were already cultivators queuing up there, and a young foundation-building cultivator was handing out tokens to them.

There are dozens of passages on the formation curtain, scattered around, about ten feet in size, like white stripes scattered on the light blue formation curtain.

Most of the passages are unobstructed and cultivators can fly in directly. Only in front of a few passages, there are cultivators lined up, waiting for the foundation-building cultivators to issue tokens.

There are several passages on the ground, which should be for Qi-refining monks to pass through. Each passage is built at the foot of a mountain. Monks come and go continuously, and the monks entering the market town form several long queues.

There were less than ten people in front of Chen Yuan, and the young monk was distributing tokens quite quickly, so it was soon his turn.

The young cultivator looked at Chen Yuan with pride and said, "One token and twenty mid-grade spirit stones will allow you to enter and leave the Wanling Market freely from now on..."

Before he could finish, Chen Yuan revealed the aura of the middle stage of Jindan.

The pressure from the Jindan cultivator dissipated, and the young cultivator was caught off guard. His face turned pale and he subconsciously retreated a few feet.

The people queuing behind Chen Yuan were all foundation-building cultivators. Upon seeing this, they all stepped back, with awe on their faces, and saluted to him with their fists clasped.

Chen Yuan restrained his aura, and the arrogance on the young cultivator's face had disappeared without a trace. He quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior is a Jindan cultivator. You can enter and exit the Wanling Market freely without paying any spirit stones..."

As he spoke, he took out a jade token from his storage bag, bowed slightly, presented it to Chen Yuan with both hands, and said respectfully: "Senior, please keep this token. From now on, you can move freely in Wanling Market."

Chen Yuan nodded, put away the token, and flew into the passage.

The young monk breathed a sigh of relief, and when he distributed tokens to the foundation-building monks behind him, there was no trace of arrogance on his face.

Flying is prohibited on Wanling Peak. Chen Yuan came to the foot of this three thousand foot tall towering peak and lowered the escape light.

Looking around, the mountain road is extremely wide, slightly inclined, winding upward, and bustling with people.

Countless buildings are lined up one after another, winding up along the mountain road and straight into the clouds, stretching as far as the eye can see.

As soon as Chen Yuan landed, several Qi-refining monks came up to him, saluted with fists, and asked Chen Yuan if he needed a guide.

Different from the guides in other markets, these Qi Refining monks have at least the cultivation level of the middle stage of Qi Refining, and two of them are even cultivators of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The price they asked for was not low either, and the first price they asked was ten low-grade spirit stones.

Jingzhou is prosperous, and it is easier for cultivators to improve their cultivation. Spiritual stones are also less valuable here than in other states.

Chen Yuan naturally didn't care about these spirit stones. He randomly chose a young cultivator with the lowest cultivation level and said calmly, "Take me to the Wanling Pavilion."

When the young monk heard this, a hint of depression flashed across his eyes, but his attitude was still very respectful: "Yes, senior, please follow me."

Chen Yuan stepped out and followed the young monk up the mountain.

Wanling Pavilion is different from other sects. It built a market town directly in the mountain gate, and at least half of the shops in the market town were opened by the weapon refiners of Wanling Pavilion.

Ninety percent of them are outer disciples of Wanling Pavilion. They have not yet established their foundation and the weapon refining techniques they have mastered are the simplest, and they can only refine magical weapons.

The inherited skills of Wanling Pavilion are extremely special and closely related to the art of refining artifacts. One needs to constantly refine magical weapons and spiritual artifacts in order to improve one's cultivation.

When these outer disciples refine a spiritual weapon and become weapon-refining masters, they will have the possibility of building a foundation and automatically be promoted to inner disciples.

When an inner sect disciple refines a magical weapon and becomes a weapon-refining master, he will have the opportunity to form a golden elixir.

Only when a Jindan cultivator refines a high-level magical weapon and becomes a weapon-refining grandmaster will he have the opportunity to form an infant.

The weapon refining tradition of Wanling Pavilion is extremely advanced, and its disciples are good at refining weapons for others.

Over time, Wanling Market became more and more prosperous, even surpassing the markets established by several of the top ten sects.

However, a sect cannot have only weapon refiners. There are also disciples who practice normal skills in Wanling Pavilion, such as Cheng Xianmo, Pei Song, and Shopkeeper Pan.

Moreover, since the core skills of Wanling Pavilion are too difficult to practice, there are more disciples who practice normal skills than weapon refiners.

But everyone knows that weapon refiners are the core of Wanling Pavilion. The magic weapons and spiritual weapons they refine are exchanged for countless elixirs and spiritual stones, which support this large sect.

Even many cultivators believed that the strength of Wanling Pavilion was not inferior to that of the top ten sects, and it was only one giant spiritual vein away from becoming the eleventh giant sect.

Chen Yuan recalled the introduction of Wanling Pavilion in the classics and by Mr. Qingliu, and his eyes swept across the shops on both sides of the street.

The young monk respectfully introduced all the shops he passed along the way, but his tone was a little low.

Chen Yuan knew what he was thinking. The guides in the local markets would cooperate with the shops in the markets and would get spirit stones for every customer they attracted.

But he went straight to Wanling Pavilion, so the young monk couldn't take Chen Yuan to other shops, which inevitably made him feel depressed.

The enthusiastic young man Chen Yuan met in Shuofeng City, who accompanied him all over Shuofeng Market, was still as enthusiastic as ever. In fact, he was an outlier. Young cultivators were the norm.

After walking for two quarters of an hour, the young monk could no longer hold back and said, "Senior, although the magic weapons and spiritual tools of Wanling Pavilion are good, they are too expensive."

"I know a few shops. Although they are not well-known, the magic weapons and spiritual tools they refine are also very good..."

However, although he advised Chen Yuan to change his mind, he did not slow down and his attitude remained as respectful as ever.

Chen Yuan did not interrupt, but just listened quietly, finding it quite interesting.

The young monk talked for a while, and seeing that Chen Yuan did not respond, he knew that this senior was determined and stopped trying to persuade him.

He quickened his pace, trying to complete the deal as quickly as possible so that he could return to the foot of the mountain and wait for the next customer.

The two of them walked all the way to a height of a thousand feet. At the edge of the clouds, a grand hall stood majestically. On the plaque were inscribed the three words "Wanling Pavilion", which was ancient and grand.

Chen Yuan stopped, took out a medium-grade spirit stone from the mustard seed ring and handed it to the young cultivator.

The young monk was overjoyed, and the depression in his eyes was swept away. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for the reward, senior!"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the hall. (End of this chapter)