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

Chapter 43 Trading Fair (Please Read!)
"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist!"

Fang Yi thanked him.

During this gathering with everyone, he demonstrated his skill in refining puppets, but he did not have high hopes of obtaining high-quality animal skeletons.

The inheritance of puppeteers is rare, so after monsters are hunted, their carcasses are often dismembered by cultivators, and few cultivators will preserve the complete skeletons.

Fang Yi's main purpose is to expand his social circle and make connections.

A first-rank, lower-grade puppeteer in his twenties is already qualified to make friends with inner disciples.

Different social circles have different statuses, and naturally the resources they have are different.

Just like the Xuanzhi Qi-boosting Pills that Fan Dacheng had been looking for for a long time, for Yang Caier, an inner disciple, she only needed to spend some spirit stones and ask a familiar alchemist in the same sect to make a furnace for them.

Similarly, although Fang Yi participated in several auctions hosted by Yunzefang Duobao Pavilion under the leadership of Li Qingsong, he gained very few spiritual materials for refining puppets.

But if it is a trade fair for inner disciples, the abundance and quality of the spiritual materials are at least one level better than those in ordinary auctions.

In the territory of Xuanyang Sect, at least 90% of the truly precious spiritual materials and objects are in the hands of the disciples of Xuanyang Sect.

You may not gain anything from one auction, but you will always gain something by participating in multiple auctions.

……

Three days later.

Yang Caier led Fang Yi into a rather quiet courtyard.

As he stepped through the gate, Fang Yi felt a burst of fragrance coming, which made his mind clear.

He looked in the direction where the fragrance came from, and saw a bronze censer with an animal head standing on a jade platform, with three incense sticks standing in it, and faint fragrant smoke rising.

Fang Yi understood.

"A first-grade, low-grade, refreshing incense that calms the mind and nourishes the spirit..."

At this time, a male voice came into my ears.

"Junior Sister Yang, long time no see..."

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Song."

"Senior Sister Yang, how are you lately..."

Yang Caier skillfully greeted the monks present.

Fang Yi stood beside him and carefully observed the monks present. He saw dozens of monks wearing brocade robes or monastic robes chatting with each other.

Judging from the cultivation level he displayed, he was at least at the middle level of Qi training. Occasionally, cultivators like Fang Yi were accompanied by inner disciples.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a bell rang.

All the monks fell silent and looked at the monk on the high platform in the courtyard.

The monk was a tall and strong man with golden hair draped over his shoulders. As soon as he opened his mouth, a powerful voice echoed in the courtyard.

"Welcome all fellow disciples to this Yunze gathering.

I am Xie Yan, and I have earned the trust of my fellow disciples to host this trade fair."

"The rules of this trade fair are as follows: First, collusion is prohibited; second, selling inferior goods as good ones is prohibited; third, once a spiritual object is purchased, there is no rescission... If any cultivator violates the rules of the trade fair, they will be expelled from the fair at the very least, or be taken to the Law Enforcement Hall for murdering a fellow disciple."

"All those who come here are disciples of Xuanyang Mountain. I don't think anyone would want to challenge the reputation of the Law Enforcement Hall..."

"Enough of the small talk, please welcome the first fellow Taoist to the stage..."

A graceful female cultivator in yellow walked up to the stone platform, took out a jade box from her storage bag and opened it.

"I have a first-grade anti-aging grass. I wonder if there are any fellow Taoists willing to work with me to refine a furnace of anti-aging pills."

As soon as the yellow-robed female cultivator finished speaking,
Fang Yi saw the eyes of the female cultivators in the audience light up, and even Yang Caier, who was always calm beside him, was ready to make a move.

The main ingredient of this beauty pill is rare. Although it only has the effect of keeping one young and can only last for ten years, it hits the vital points of the female cultivators present.

What female cultivator doesn't love beauty? "I'm willing to pay for the alchemist's invitation. Once the elixir is ready, I'll split the profits 50-50 with you..."

"Fifty-fifty split? This Junior Sister is so arrogant! Do you know that this single Rejuvenating Grass is worth a hundred spirit stones..."

"What the sister just said is right. I am willing to give her an additional thirty low-grade spirit stones..."

"A subsidy of fifty spirit stones..."

"I will make up for it with eighty spirit stones..."

The price of a first-grade, mid-quality spiritual herb was rising steadily, leaving many male cultivators present dumbfounded.

In the end, a female cultivator wearing a flowery robe and with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, paid a premium of 120 spirit stones to settle the deal, in front of the painful look of her Taoist partner.

The first spiritual object at each major trade fair is usually prepared by the organizer to warm up the atmosphere. This anti-aging grass was undoubtedly extremely successful and made the entire trade fair excited.

Then one monk after another came on stage.

A mid-grade magical weapon...

Breakthrough elixir...

Top-grade spiritual materials...

One after another, elixirs and spiritual objects that are almost impossible to find in the market appeared like water and were photographed.

Fang Yi did not take action, because he had limited spirit stones.

Secondly, his aptitude is already average. In order to reduce the difficulty of building the foundation in the future, improve the quality of the foundation, and avoid the harm of elixir poison, he must refine his magic power and take fewer elixirs.

Thirdly, he is now very wealthy. He has the top-grade magic weapon Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword for attack, the Yunyan Pot with Six Forbidden Laws for protection, and many other low-grade magic weapons.

The magic power of Qigong monks is limited, so having these two magic weapons, one for attack and one for defense, is enough.

……

Until half an hour later.

A tall and handsome monk came up to the trading table and took out a spirit corpse from his storage bag.

"The spirit bones of a top-grade demon beast, the Black Flame Tiger, start at one hundred spirit stones."

The Xuanyan Tiger Spirit Bone on the trading table was intact, red all over, and surrounded by fire-attributed spiritual energy. The tiger's power was still there even after its death, and one could still faintly sense a tiger's evil aura.

Fang Yi's eyes lit up. This was exactly the high-quality spiritual bone he had been dreaming of.

Although the flesh, blood and soul of the Black Flame Tiger were not preserved, this was still within Fang Yi's financial means.

A first-grade, top-grade demon beast with its skin, bones, flesh, blood, and soul intact is worth at least three hundred low-grade spirit stones.

If one also possesses some true spiritual blood, one can refine some rare magical instruments and unique elixirs, and it is not surprising that the price will increase several times.

However, the spiritual bones of the Black Flame Tiger were not valued by the cultivators present. After dozens of breaths, no one made a bid, and the atmosphere became a little cold.

A monk in a black robe below the stage seemed to be familiar with the monk on the stage and began to persuade him.

"Brother Gu, you are a very kind person. If possible, we are all willing to help you with your business. Normally, these spirit bones are top-quality goods and are not difficult to sell. But now, I think all of you fellow disciples present here have already known about that matter..."

"Yes, Senior Brother Gu, if you are short of spirit stones, come and find me privately. I can always find dozens of spirit stones..."

"That's right, Senior Brother, if you need any, who among you hasn't been taken care of by your Senior Brother? If we can just join in, there will always be enough..."

It can be seen that Senior Brother Gu is very popular. If the price of this spiritual bone was not over a hundred spirit stones, I think some cultivator would have bought it directly.

Senior Brother Gu smiled gently and spoke.

"Thank you all for your concern, fellow apprentices. This spirit bone was obtained while hunting in the Qingyun Mountains some time ago. If you don't need it, there's no need to force it..."

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