Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 413: Eight Thousand Spiritual Stones, Baotu Visits

These more than one hundred magical weapons were carefully selected by Fang Yi.

Among the exterminated Lu family of Qingyan Valley, the Yuan family of Xuanshuangjian, and the Xu family of Yunshuibo, the marks were obvious, making it impossible to obtain the goods through formal channels.

"This is a batch of mid- and low-grade magical instruments consigned by a fellow Taoist. If you are interested, you can choose one yourself.

The price of low-grade magic tools starts from fifty low-grade spirit stones, and the price of medium-grade magic tools starts from two hundred spirit stones.

Of course, according to the rules of the dark market, these magical instruments are not legitimate, so they can be purchased at 70% of the price."

"This is?"

Jiushangren's eyes fixed as he looked at the character "Lü" engraved on a Qingyan sword.

"The Qingyan Sword, the standard magical weapon of the Lu family in Qingyan Valley?"

Qingyan Valley is rich in first-grade Qingyan spiritual ore. Therefore, the Lu family's weapon refiners mostly use Qingyan ore to refine portable magic weapons.

"Not only that, there's also the Xuanshuangjian Yuan Family's Cold Spirit Blade!"

"Is this the secret defensive magic weapon crafted by the Xu family of Yunshuibo, the Shuibo Sha?"

Looking at the magical weapons floating in the air, She Yuzhang, the Nine Old Demons, and the Master Huashi were shocked.

Greed immediately flashed in his eyes. It had been more than 10 to 20 years since the Lu family of Qingyan Valley, the Yuan family of Xuanshuangjian, and the Xu family of Yunshuibo were wiped out by the poison cultivator.

It was a major event that shook Fengling Fairy City at the time, but it has now died down on land.

The wages of avarice is death.

The Yuan family's Hanling Knife, the Lu family's Qingyan Sword, and the Xu family's Shuibosha, these magic weapons are famous.

This means that the quality is high, and if you buy it at 70% of the price, you can make at least 20% profit after reselling it.

Even if you don't resell it, giving it to your subordinates is still a very cost-effective way to go.

"I don't know who was so lucky to get the treasure left by the poison cultivator."

The corpse-transforming monk looked at him with envy.

In the past, there were lucky people who obtained the relics left by their predecessors. It was normal that they could not use the magic tools to exchange for resources for cultivation.

I just don't know how much the commission is from this Xiaoyuanling secret market.

I think it should be not low
If these magical instruments fall into his hands, he will be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building in ten years at most.

"I heard that Xuanyang Mountain dispatched two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators to surround and kill that poison cultivator."

"More than that, old ghost, you are so ignorant.

Xuanyan Mountain also sent out a celestial master to divine the whereabouts of the poisonous cultivator, and just now killed him."

"Brother Yin Gu, I want ten of these magical instruments."

While many cultivators were chatting, She Yuanzhang smiled slightly, waved his hand and sent out a ray of spiritual light, which attracted ten high-quality mid-grade magic weapons into his hand.

The old demon, who had transformed into a corpse, woke up the dreamer with a startled look. His expression changed slightly, and he made a huge gray handprint.

With a pinch of five fingers, ten medium-grade magic weapons fell into his hands.

At the same time, fourteen hundred low-grade spirit stones flew out of the storage bag, piled up like a mountain, and flew towards Fang Yi.

"Ten mid-grade magical instruments, one thousand four hundred low-grade spirit stones, Brother Yin Gu, keep them."

As the cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building were slower to act, each of them only got three or five mid-grade magic weapons.

Finally, more than ten cultivators in the early stages of foundation building either activated their spiritual veils or used magic to collect low-grade magical instruments one by one.
Fang Yi curled his lips slightly as he looked at the magic weapons that were constantly decreasing in the void, and the spirit stones that were piled up like mountains and glowing with five-colored spiritual light.

He waved his sleeves, put away the spirit stones, and made a rough estimate.

Eight thousand four hundred low-grade spirit stones almost doubled his wealth.

Even among the top fake dan masters, there are only a few who have such a wealth of spiritual stones.

If a Jindan spiritual object could be exchanged for it, a fortune of tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones would be more than enough to buy one.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi smiled, and a ray of light shot out from his fingertips. The bone altar suspended in the air inhaled and exhaled Yin energy and slowly sank into the market.

"My fellow Daoists, this Xiaoyuanling secret auction has come to an end.

After that, this secret auction will be held every August 15th in Xiaoyuanling. All people who have established their foundation can participate.
but"

Fang Yi's tone changed, and he warned again in a hoarse voice.

“However, this Xiaoyuanling market is ten miles in radius, and I don’t want to see any cultivators fighting.

If you are discovered by this old man, then come to my Netherworld Bone Banner and have a good reunion."

The shrill wails of evil spirits were heard, and the vitality of the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world was hidden, and the yin energy and ghostly aura were lingering.

The pressure of the top-grade magic weapon soared into the sky, stirring up the spiritual tide, without any concealment.

An hour later.

Inside the quaint box of Xuanshen Building.

A set of tea sets made of spiritual jade was suspended in the air, with steam rising and the aroma of tea rising.

Looking at Bao Tu, who has a fair face and no beard, wearing a green round-necked brocade robe and with a high protruding fontanel.

Next to him was She Yuzhang, who was wearing an ivory-white robe with mountain vine patterns, a green snake wrapped around his waist, and a gentleman's crown on his head. He had a handsome face.

Fang Yi's expression was calm. After the secret auction ended, many foundation-building masters came to Xuanshen Tower to buy spiritual objects.

Thanks to the Hanling Secret Realm, all the Wuying Cold-Removing Ointment was sold out, and he also gained a lot of second-level spiritual objects.

But Bao Tu, who was at the seventh level of foundation building, said to She Yuzhang, who was at the sixth level of foundation building, that they had something important to discuss.

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a green true fire appeared. The spiritual fire danced and ignited the charcoal made from the spiritual wood.

Tongues of fire leaped and licked the bottom of the jade pot.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

The boiling spiritual spring water brews the tender green spots in the jade cup.

"Two fellow Taoists, please!
This Bixueqing is a rare second-level spiritual tea. I got two taels of it from Chen Dayong after I killed him."

Bao Tu and She Yuzhang looked at each other, then took the jade cup handed to them by Fang Yi and took a sip of the spiritual tea.

“Good tea!
It leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth, nourishes the body and soothes the mind, and is worthy of its name, Bixueqing."

"Good tea, drink more. I, the two fellow Taoists, feel like old friends. It's so pleasant to drink tea and discuss Taoism." Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and continued to pour a cup of spiritual tea for Bao Tu and the other two.

There were two people on his left and right who had something to ask of him.

He was not in a hurry, and wanted to see what price a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator and a sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator could offer and what they needed.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a yellow gourd magic weapon tilted, and gurgling spiritual spring water fell into the jade pot.

Bao Tu's face was slightly tense. Although he knew that he would be at a disadvantage as soon as he opened his mouth, he had to speak.

"Brother Yin Gu, we'll have plenty of time to enjoy this spiritual tea later.

Bao, I do have a great opportunity to share with you, brother."

share?

Fang Yi sneered. If it was really a great opportunity, he and Bao Tu had no relationship, so why would he come to him?

He shook his head slightly, smiled bitterly, and spoke.

"My life is drawing to a close, and I am now focused on training disciples to inherit my legacy. I have no interest in this matter of chance.

Every bit of opportunity brings with it every bit of risk.

"The great opportunity that Fellow Daoist Bao mentioned must bring great risks, and I am not fortunate enough to enjoy it."

"This"

Bao Tu looked unhappy. Before Fang Yi opened his mouth, he was already prepared to be manipulated.

But he never expected that the old monster would refuse him before he even told him what the opportunity was.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his sleeves. Wisps of mist poured out, and the mist rolled and turned into a colorless ban, isolating the inside and the outside.

"Since Brother Dao is determined to train a successor, I will not force him.

I just wonder if you can recommend me the second-level poison master who can make the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Cream and the Green Snake Corruption Powder.

Bao, I have something important to discuss with him."

Bao Tu slapped his storage bag, and a soul-sealing box engraved with five-colored runes floated in the air.

"Crack!"

A ray of spiritual light fell, the yellow talisman ignited without wind, and the spirit sealing box slowly opened.

A unicorn horn with jade light and red mist lies in the jade box.

"How about this second-grade, top-grade Scarlet Blood Dragon Horn as your reward, fellow Daoist?"

Bao Tu waved his hand and pushed, and a ray of light pushed the soul-sealing box in front of Fang Yi.

"The eighth level of foundation building, not the seventh level."

Moreover, he is not far from the ninth level of foundation building.

Why would such cultivators come to a dark market like Xiaoyuanling if they are not focused on breaking through their realm and seeking the opportunity to form a pill?

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little apprehensive.

With the help of the ability to sense the energy of the [Life and Death Sutra], we can explore some of the foundations of Baotu.

He was confused.

The master in front of him, named Bao Tu, has reached the eighth level of foundation building and is not far from condensing the golden elixir.

These cultivators are either devoted to hard practice or seeking opportunities to form a golden elixir. This small Xiaoyuanling dark market is of no use to them.

Fang Yi's mind turned, and his eyes swept over the treasure map jade crown, robe, and rings.

'Each one is a top-grade magical instrument, and a top-quality one at that.

Are you a sect disciple?
I have never heard of such a cultivator in Xuanyan Mountain or Bishui Pavilion.

Fang Yi waved his hand and pushed the soul-sealing box back.

If it were Old Demon Jiu, he would definitely take action immediately without any hesitation against such a top-grade second-level fire-attributed spiritual object.

But the benefits of a cultivator at the eighth level of foundation building, who has a solid foundation, cannot be accepted casually.

"Fellow Daoist Bao, it's not that I'm unwilling to help, but that poison master is a loner and probably lives in seclusion.
This second-grade, top-grade red-blooded dragon horn, I am not fortunate enough to accept."

Bao Tu was also a little troubled when he saw that Fang Yi was unmoved and kept silent.

After a brief pause, he pushed the red-blood dragon horn, which was surrounded by mist, back in front of Fang Yi.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you to do anything. I'll just give you this dragon horn as a token of my friendship.

I wonder if Fellow Daoist Yin Gu has any second-grade, mid-grade Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment. If you have any, I'd be happy to collect as many as I can."

'Come for the Hanling Secret Realm?

Interesting, what kind of opportunity is there in this secret realm? There is actually a master of foundation building with such a high level of cultivation. It is really mouth-watering.

Fang Yi took out two bottles of pink ointment from his sleeve. A gray spiritual light passed by and the jade bottles opened.

The pink medicinal fragrance rose and spread into the box in the blink of an eye.

“I have a few of these second-grade, mid-grade Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointments.

Daoist Bao is sincere, so I will sell these two elixirs to you."

Bao Tu showed a look of joy and reached out to take the elixir.

"Brother Bao, let me do it."

She Yuzhang bowed slightly, a green and red light flashed on his face, and the rich fragrance of medicine was inhaled into his nose.

Feeling the warmth flowing through his limbs, She Yuzhang's face turned grim and he swallowed a pill that was emitting a cold air.

Pink aura and icy blue cold air flow.

A quarter of an hour later.

She Yuzhang let out a breath of foul air.

"it is good!

It's a second-grade, mid-grade spiritual medicine. It's even more effective in removing cold poison than the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Cream sold at Qingzhi Tower."

(End of this chapter)