Weird Cultivation, I am surrounded by bad women

The swordsman, who had been stared at by Su Chaoxi for a long time, wanted to get angry.

But after seeing Su Chaoxi's clothes, his expression immediately changed to a fawning and ingratiating one.

There was also a monk whose entire body was pale, and at first glance, he looked like a corpse.

Su Chaoxi suspected that he had turned himself into a corpse.

"This group of independent cultivators are really hard-working." Su Chaoxi sighed.

Yan Ange beside him said calmly: "The cultivation world today is like this, where the strong prey on the weak. If you want to become stronger, you have to be tougher on yourself."

"How can I be like you, hiding in the sect all day long and not thinking about making progress?"

"They don't have good teachers, they don't have enough resources, they can only do this."

"That's what I call steady." Su Chaoxi laughed and retorted. "The way they practice is just gambling on luck. It feels like it could backfire at any time."

"The path of spiritual practice is like walking on thin ice. How many people can reach the other side?" Yan Ange frowned slightly, his voice a little sad.

During the conversation, she thought of herself.

She was one of those who fell through the ice and was trapped in the river.

"Gentlemen, are you disciples of Qinglan Sect?" The appearance of the two attracted the attention of the market manager, and the cultivator in the late foundation building stage came forward to greet them.

The attitude is very enthusiastic.

After all, the owner of the market town has a particularly good relationship with the number one sect in Cangzhou.

"That's right." Su Chaoxi took out the round token of Qinglan Sect. "Thank you."

The foundation-building monk took it solemnly, and after confirming that it was correct, he smiled respectfully: "You two do not need to queue up, please come this way."

So, amidst the envious or jealous gazes of the other cultivators, Su Chaoxi and Yan Angge cut in line and walked into the market town.

Among the people queuing, there are independent cultivators in the late crystallization stage. Even they need to queue up obediently. This is the importance of having a big backer.

"My name is Kong Er. You can tell me if you need anything."

As soon as you step into the market, you can hear the loud and vigorous hawking sounds.

Many monks gathered in front of the stalls, bargaining.

"You two are strangers. I wonder what you would like to buy this time?" Kong Er asked politely.

"I am more familiar with this place, maybe I can help you two."

"I want to buy some Soul-Suppressing Pills and Evil-Relief Pills." Yan Angge spoke slowly.

"Yes, there is." Hearing this, Kong Er nodded. "But."

"Neither of these two are flesh pills, both are spiritual medicines, and they are very expensive, especially the Zhenling Pill, which is quite expensive."

"Why don't you two buy some meat pills with similar effects? They are more reasonably priced."

Su Chaoxi answered for Yan Ange: "Thank you for your kindness, but we only want these two types. As for the price, don't worry, we can afford it."

Yan Ange nodded. To be honest, she had considered taking the more expensive meat pills.

But she still had a glimmer of fantasy in her heart, hoping that one day she would be able to practice again.

Taking too many meat pills may affect the breakthrough of realm.

"Well, please follow me first. This shop just received a few Ease-Relief Pills a few days ago. They are of good quality." Kong Er said nothing more and led the way for the two.

The two followed Kong Er through the streets paved with bluestone slabs. This market town was built in an antique style, with a bit of the flavor of an ancient town.

When the monks who were setting up stalls on both sides of the street saw Su Chaoxi and the other person, especially when they saw Su Chaoxi's clothes, they immediately greeted them warmly.

"Two Qinglan Sect masters, come and take a look. These are all first-hand good stuff."

Led by Kong Er, the two came to a storefront on the street and he pushed open the door.

Compared with those monks selling goods on the street, the goods here are of higher quality and more expensive.

Su Chaoxi lowered her voice and asked quietly: "Senior Sister, do you have enough money?"

"I remember you were the type who couldn't even afford to buy candy floss."

Yan Ange's pretty face blushed under her veil, and she reached out and squeezed his hand.

"If the money is not enough, I will sell you."

"I believe that senior sister will not be willing to part with it." Su Chaoxi touched his nose and counted the treasures in his pocket.

I'm ready to pay for my poor sister, Yan Ange.

"Shopkeeper Xia, these two distinguished guests from the Qinglan Sect want to purchase some Ease-Relief Pills." Kong Er spoke on their behalf.

"Hello, distinguished guest. How many do you need?" Shopkeeper Xia smiled with a bloodshot face. Su Chaoxi discovered that this man was actually a blood magician who practiced blood magic.

"How much do you have?" Yan Ange asked with a somewhat cold voice.

"Twenty-two pieces. The price is according to the rules. I'll give you a 10% discount." Shopkeeper Xia looked very friendly.

"You need to pledge a treasure equivalent to two spirit stones."

Yan Ange took out a scimitar and handed it to him.

"Okay, sir, that's enough. I'll give you some blood-replenishing herbs for the extra portion." As soon as he took the scimitar, Shopkeeper Xia nodded quickly, and was very satisfied with the deal.

Chapter 57: Yan Ange's Situation

The scimitar that Yan Angge took out was originally owned by the Holy Maiden of Cangzhou Huanling Sect.

This is her trophy.

During an exploration of the island, this man tried to launch a sneak attack on her, but she successfully killed him.

The path of cultivation of the Huanling Sect is painful illusion.

After inflicting pain on yourself, you will lock onto your opponent and create an illusion of pain.

This scimitar can increase the pain of the injured person and can also be used as a torture instrument.

"Do you have the Soul-Suppressing Pill?" Yan Angge continued.

"We don't have such good jobs here." Shopkeeper Xia waved his hand. "You have to go to the auction in Fangshi?"

"How much does it cost?" Su Chaoxi asked.

"There are too few people who can make elixirs of spiritual medicine nowadays," Shopkeeper Xia explained.

"These are all our previous stocks. This kind of pain-relieving and injury-suppressing elixir has no side effects. As for the price, it depends on whether anyone wants to compete with you."

Yan Ange nodded, she knew what was going on.

"Do you two want to go to the auction in Fangshi?" Kong Er waited quietly for the transaction to be completed and made the invitation at the right time.

"Can I buy it without going?" Su Chaoxi asked back.

"I just sent someone to check, and it's only being consigned at the auction, so the starting price is still acceptable." Kong Er shook his head and gave the information he knew.

"Probably two, with the starting price being the value of one spirit stone."

Hearing this, Su Chaoxi sighed and thought that it would be great if he could bring back the spiritual stones from the ruins.

Sister Yan can buy all the painkillers for her life.

At this moment, he also understood why Yan Ange was particularly frugal when it came to spending money.

The medicine she needs to take is really too expensive.

"Let's go. Please lead the way." Feeling Su Chaoxi's gaze, Yan Angge nodded.

Shopkeeper Xia politely saw the guest off.

"Senior Sister Yan, could the medicine the sect gave you be the same?" Su Chaoxi thought of something and asked in a low voice.

"It was free at first, but then my value gradually disappeared and I had to pay for it." Yan Ange's tone was a little lonely, and there was a self-deprecating look in her beautiful eyes.

"But it's okay, it's cheaper than buying it outside."

"Luckily I worked hard and saved up a lot of money, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

"Senior Sister, what will happen if I don't take the medicine?" Su Chaoxi asked weakly. These were things that Yan Angge had never told her.

"It will be very painful, so painful that you will want to crush your own blood pill and be done with it." When saying these words, Yan Angge's tone was very flat.

As if it is irrelevant and I am talking about other people's business.

Hearing this, Su Chaoxi was silent for a moment. He reached out and held Yan Ange's slender hand.

Yan Ange touched two spirit stones, which were given by Su Chaoxi.

Her heart felt slightly warmed, and her eyes became gentle as she looked at Su Chaoxi.

But she still didn't accept it, and hurriedly wanted to return it to Su Chaoxi: "This is for your practice, I can't take it."

"I can exchange the pills for magic weapons, so you don't have to worry."

"Senior Sister, just take it. I have more." Su Chaoxi wanted to explain, but Yan Angge stuffed it back into her hand in a tough manner.

"I exchanged it for your future as a cultivator, I don't want to eat it." Yan Ange spoke in a soft and arrogant tone.

Soon, the two came to a three-story building with a plaque on it that read.

The three words "Lingheju".

"This is your first time, so I need to explain the rules." Kong Er turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Entry into Lingheju requires capital verification. If you can't prove that you have enough purchasing power, then I'm sorry."

"How much do you need?" Yan Ange nodded. This was the rule and she did not object.

"At least the value of four spirit stones."

Su Chaoxi quickly took out the two spirit stones in his hand, and Yan Angge also took out another ancient-looking walking stick.

Kong Er nodded. He didn't even take the cane. He pointed to the entrance respectfully: "Please come in, both of you."

As soon as you step into Lingheju, you can see that its decoration is extremely exquisite.

The servants who serve are all handsome men and beautiful women, most of whom are mortals who cannot practice cultivation, and there are also a small number of Qi-refining monks.

These are the souvenirs given by the boss to the guests. As long as you spend enough, the boss of Lingheju will give them to you without hesitation.

On the first floor of Lingheju, most of the people are cultivators wearing the uniforms of the major sects in Cang and An states, and it is rare to see independent cultivators.

There were monks who were familiar with each other talking to each other, and they were having a great time.

Those who had hatred were relatively restrained in this area. They only provoked each other with their eyes and did not dare to engage in direct conflict.

When Su Chaoxi, dressed in white, walked in with Yan Ange, many people's eyes were focused on him, causing everyone to murmur.

"A foundation-building cultivator dares to come to Lingheju to participate in the auction?"

"Even if it's the Qinglan Sect, they wouldn't dare to do this."

"Gentlemen, can you recognize any genius from Qinglan Sect?" Someone asked about the two crystal monks from Qinglan Sect.

"There are so many Foundation Establishment cultivators in my Qinglan Sect, how can we know them all?" The two answered with a smile, not taking Su Chaoxi's appearance to heart.

"Don't worry, that idiot Li Yue will take good care of them."

Because they were quite far away, they didn't take a close look at Su Chaoxi's appearance.

Naturally, no one would have thought that Su Zhenchuan, who usually didn't like to leave the sect, would appear here.

However, a Qinglan Sect cultivator in the middle stage of crystallization took the initiative to step forward and say hello. He was dressed in blood sword attire and carried a spine sword on his back.

He is the fool Li Yue mentioned by the monks of Qinglan Sect.

"Friends of the same sect."

"Hello, senior brother." Su Chaoxi didn't know what kind of person this was, but he still greeted him without hitting anyone who smiled at him.

"My two fellow Taoists, you know that a gentleman is innocent until he is guilty of possessing a treasure." Li Yue looked around, lowered his voice, and spoke in a very urgent tone.

"The fact that you can pass the capital verification and enter Lingheju shows that you two have treasures in your hands, but your realms are too low."

"I'm afraid someone will target you."

"I suggest you seek help from the sect leader. Do not attend this auction and take you away as soon as possible."

Li Yue's concern left Su Chaoxi speechless for a moment.