Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Su Chen turned around and glanced at the stall owner.

The stall owner's face turned black.

After all, the person in front of them was a Grandmaster of the Void Refinement stage.

If you offend them, you'll die without even knowing how.

Actually, the stall owner was somewhat wronged.

Even they themselves didn't know the ins and outs of it.

After all, how could a mere stall owner like him know the ins and outs of this place as well as Ying Ning'er?

Otherwise, even if he had ten thousand times the courage, he wouldn't dare to fool a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage.

"Replace that one."

Su Chen's voice was flat.

"It's better to replace it with a new plant."

"If not, return the spirit stones."

The stall owner's face turned from white to gray.

After a while, he pulled out another plant from the bottom of the stall, holding it up with both hands, not daring to lift his head.

Su Chen replaced the plant with the other one.

Then, I walked a few steps deeper into the stone corridor.

Turn around.

Ying Ning'er was half a step behind him, her hands hanging at her sides, her fingers still twisting inside her sleeves.

"You've got some skills."

Su Chen stared at her.

"Where did you learn that?"

Ying Ning'er was stunned for a moment.

Those eyes drooped.

"Master."

"Ying Ning'er...was not originally from the City of Never Sleeps."

Su Chen had already guessed this.

"Ying Ning'er's sect is in the Xuanhuang Continent."

"The sect is very small, with no more than two hundred people in total."

"The highest level he reached was only the mid-Nascent Soul stage."

Su Chen's brow twitched slightly.

About two hundred people, at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

On the Xuanhuang Continent, this is a gateway that even a remote peak cannot occupy.

"But my sect still has some reputation in the Xuanhuang Continent."

Ying Ning'er's voice was lower and slower.

"Our sect specializes in appraising treasures, and even major sects invite members of our sect to appraise their treasures."

"We also hired the auction house in Luoyan City in the past."

"Ying Ning'er... ranks third in the sect."

Su Chen's hand paused for a moment inside his sleeve.

The sect that is the best at appraising treasures on the Xuanhuang Continent, the one that ranks third.

She was treated like dirt and sold to a brothel in the Black Mountain Continent, where she was fed aphrodisiacs and branded with slave marks.

"And then what?"

"later..."

Ying Ning'er raised her eyes and looked at a lantern hanging on the top of the stone corridor.

The lantern paper wasn't pasted on tightly, and a little flame leaked out through the gaps.

"Later, you learned that Ying Ning'er was trapped here..."

Su Chen didn't respond to that.

He simply put his hands behind his back and walked forward.

He took seven or eight steps before speaking.

"From now on, follow Su."

"This skill is very useful."

Ying Ning'er bent down behind him.

...

Magical artifacts are easy to identify.

Whether a flying sword or a protective soft armor is top-grade or not, an ordinary cultivator can easily discern seven or eight tenths of its quality with a single probe of their divine sense.

But things other than magical artifacts are hard to say.

A piece of meteorite iron used for refining weapons, a star map of unknown age, a formation plate with a missing corner, and a fragmented manual of cultivation techniques without a beginning or end.

Whether these things are valuable or not depends entirely on whether you have the eye to spot them.

Some people treat priceless treasures like trash and sell them off.

Some people treat a pile of scrap metal as a family heirloom.

As Su Chen traveled along the way, he felt more and more that it was worthwhile to have this girl as a mentor.

The stall owner wanted five thousand spirit stones for a tattered scroll, but Ying Ning'er shook her head, saying it was a later imitation made with ancient characters and the characters were too new.

The stall owner casually pressed a dusty piece of meteorite iron against a corner as a paperweight. Ying Ning'er glanced at it twice and then had Su Chen buy it for 80,000 spirit stones.

"This is the outer shell of Falling Star Marrow."

The voice transmission came in.

"The shell is empty inside, and it makes a sound when you shake it."

"The essence of Falling Star is refined into the sword, which can suppress its sharpness to some extent."

Su Chen tossed the iron block in his hand.

There was indeed a sound.

As Su Chen continued buying things, his storage bag visibly became lighter.

There were fewer people on the middle floors.

The stall was set up quite nicely, with velvet underneath the silk.

As they walked to a certain spot, Su Chen's steps were stopped by Ying Ning'er.

This time, the girl held on much tighter than before.

Su Chen followed her gaze.

The stall was set up in a recess in the stone wall, and the stall owner was a thin old man who was sitting on a small stool peeling a spiritual fruit.

The peel was peeled until it was a single, continuous strip that reached down to his knees, without breaking.

There were seven or eight items on the stall, none of them quite presentable.

One of them was a disc.

The disc was about the size of a palm, bluish-black in color, with a small piece missing from the edge.

The surface of the plate is engraved with dense patterns, and the patterns are filled with dust.

Su Chen probed upwards with his divine sense.

dead.

There wasn't a single spark of inspiration.

"Old man."

Su Chen squatted down and picked up the disc.

"What is this?"

The old man stuffed half of the spirit fruit into his mouth and looked up at him.

"Array plate".

"Dead plate".

"Seventeen years have passed in my hands."

The old man spat the fruit pit onto the ground.

"Three Nascent Soul cultivators tried to drive it away, but none of them could."

"If you like this, senior, take it for fifty thousand spirit stones."

"I'm just clearing out the inventory."

Su Chen wiped his finger on the plate.

The gray layer has faded, revealing the underlying texture.

Ying Ning'er's telepathic message was more urgent than before.

"Master."

"This game isn't dead."

"These patterns follow the natural course of the universe, one circle inside another, up to nine layers."

"The spiritual power of a Nascent Soul cultivator is only enough to penetrate the outer three layers."

"If the container isn't filled to the brim, it won't spin."

"They then assumed it was a dead end."

"Ying Ning'er has seen this engraving method in the book of Shizhen Sect."

"There were only four words written on the booklet."

Su Chen lifted his eyelids slightly.

Which four?

"Priceless."

Su Chen held the disc in his palm and flipped it over.

Then, he stood up.

Thirty thousand.

"Senior, this..."

Just as the old man was about to speak, Su Chen flipped his hand, and a bag of spirit stones landed on his stall.

The stall shook from being smashed, and a corner of the silk was wrinkled.

"Old man."

Su Chen put the disc into his sleeve.

"Something missing a corner won't sell for 50,000."

The old man looked at the bag of spirit stones and swallowed the remaining half of the spirit fruit in his mouth.

"become."

"You're very kind, senior."

Su Chen put his hands behind his back and took two steps forward.

Then, it stopped.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I suddenly wanted to give it a try.

He took the disc out of his sleeve and held it in his palm.

A wisp of spiritual energy at the Void Refinement stage was poured in.

not much.

That's only about 10%.

The ash on the disc exploded first.

hum.

The plate spun in his palm.

Nine layers of patterns, one after another, transformed from bluish-black to gold after being burned.

A beam of light shot up from the center of the plate, struck the top of the stone corridor, and knocked the leaky lantern out of sight.

All the lights along the stone corridor flickered simultaneously.

The surrounding stall owners were all stunned.

A seller of elixirs dropped his porcelain bottle on the ground, where it rolled halfway before crashing into a stone wall and shattering.

The old man selling the array plates sat motionless on a small stool.

His mouth was open.

Su Chen clasped his hands together.

At this time...

The gold on the disc gradually faded to a bluish-black, lying quietly in his palm.

Su Chen accepted it.

There are too many people in this area.

I'll have to go back and close the door to figure out what this plate is for.

But regardless, this thing is definitely a treasure.

However, there are very few people who can activate this thing.

...