Zhao Yisu went non-stop and visited all the shops in Kaiyuan Street that needed purple feathers. After a long time, the news that there were monks selling purple feathers in large quantities spread throughout the street.
——"I heard that Ziyu's price has dropped! Lingyun Clothing only sells one middle-grade 8 spirit stone. Should we take advantage of the price and buy some?"
——"Why are you anxious? A monk said that he has found the nest of colorful spiritual birds, with many purple feathers. Just watch, they will definitely come down again."
——"The price of Ziyu in the Jinge Jewelry Shop has dropped to a mid-grade 7 spirit stone. Go buy it quickly!"
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Zhao Yisu felt a tail following him.
She entered a shop, quickly put away her purple feathers, erased the disguise technique, and left through the back door of the shop without anyone noticing.
Duan Jue is indeed a good treasure. It can not only restrain the aura and enhance the effect of the disguise technique, but also block other people's spiritual consciousness from probing over, creating an illusion that one's own cultivation is unfathomable.
There must be other treasures in Jiang Yunchen's storage bag. I'll have to get them to open my eyes if I get the chance in the future.
On the same day, because of her commotion on Kaiyuan Street, the price of Ziyu fell by 30%.
Zhao Yisu was still dissatisfied. A few days later, he appeared again as a bearded monk and sold Ziyu in large quantities.
——"That monk is indeed here, look! Zi Yu brought more than last time!"
I saw that Zhao Yisu was struggling, dragging a sack in his left and right hands, and carrying another one on his back. Zi Yu walked through the market in a swaggering way, which was three sacks.
She quickly walked into [Lingyun Clothing] and said with a wry smile: "Shopkeeper, why did Ziyu drop the price? If I had known this, I wouldn't have stocked up. Look, I still have a Dongfu Ziyu. Now it's 7 yuan." A medium-grade spiritual stone, will you accept it?"
The shopkeeper was speechless and waved his hands repeatedly: "I've offended the immortal master. The store's strength is limited and it really can't afford it."
At any rate, the immortal master was sent out.
As soon as he left, the shopkeeper shouted quickly: "Xiuchi, lower the price quickly, otherwise all our Ziyu will be lost!"
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By the third time he appeared on Kaiyuan Street, the number of sacks on Zhao Yisu's body had increased from three to seven.
One for each hand, one tied around the waist, one on the back, two under the armpits, and one on the head.
She was shambling, more like a purple-feathered mountain than a human being.
As soon as this Ziyu Mountain appeared on the streets of Kaiyuan and slowly moved forward, Lingyun Clothing Shop immediately closed its door.
Later, all the shops selling purple feathers quickly closed their shops, for fear that if the monk entered their home, they would have to waste time asking him to leave.
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Zhao Yisu moved his eyes with difficulty in Ziyu Mountain, and couldn't help but smile when he saw that the shop in front was crossing out the price of Ziyu and changing it to the latest one - 80 yuan for a low-grade spiritual stone.
It’s done.
She pursed her smile and moved the Ziyu Mountain to slowly disappear at the end of Kaiyuan Street.
Behind her, Jiang Yunchen casually dealt with a young monk who was following her, and said disdainfully: "It's unreasonable to waste so much time just to buy cheap purple feathers."
Having said this, when he left, he couldn't help but secretly praise Zhao Yisu's cleverness.
A white wolf with empty gloves, let her play clearly.
That night, Zhao Yisu repeated his old trick and put Ziyu back in the Qiao family's warehouse. With Duanjue's cover, she returned to Fuxi Mountain smoothly without being discovered.
The price of purple feathers plummeted, and the prices of bird feathers of other colors also dropped accordingly. Zhao Yisu easily bought a batch of colorful spiritual feathers with the four mid-grade spiritual stones he earned by using talismans, and then placed an order at Lingyun Clothing.
Xiuchi received her and said, "Nowadays, the price of Colorful Lingyu is not as good as before. Many customers feel that this kind of fabric is no longer up to standard and are unwilling to order it. Does Zhao Tianshi mind?"
Zhao Yisu: "It doesn't matter, do you still have any extra purple feathers in your shop?"
Xiuchi replied: "There are many. After the price of Ziyu was reduced, Qiao Pengyi, the young master of Qiao Mansion, also took out the Ziyu he had hoarded for sale. He was a regular customer of our store, and the shopkeeper took a large batch from him out of favor. Purple Feather, one Purple Feather only sells for eight low-grade spiritual stones."
Zhao Yisu felt strange: "Don't they all say that Qiao Pengyi likes Ziyu the most?"
"Ye Gong is just a dragon. Rich people like them just need an expensive thing to show off their worth, and they don't necessarily love Ziyu that much."
Zhao Yisu nodded: "In that case, then I will order a colorful spirit feather hat and a pair of shoes. They must be made exaggerated and gorgeous."
Xiuchi quickly wrote down the order: "The construction period will take about five days. You can pick up the goods with the receipt at that time."
Zhao Yisu returned to Fuxi Mountain and looked at the fortune chart in the cave.
Lei Mang did not take another step forward and was in a stalemate with her fire.
She deliberately did not practice in the past few days, and all the spiritual energy she breathed into her body escaped because of the fragmentation of her spiritual roots.
Her cultivation level has always been maintained at the level of the second grade and tenth grade, and there has been no breakthrough.
The same should be true for Jiang Yunchen.
It seems that within the same level, the two of them are superior to each other. But when you advance, you must advance at the same time.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand.
Each time a monk advances to a higher level, his lifespan will increase. Since the two of them are going to live and die together, their longevity should be about the same.
For the first time, Zhao Yisu felt less anxious about practicing. She walked out of the cave and saw that Jiang Yunchen was not next door, and she didn't know what he had been busy with recently.
On the other side, Jiang Yunchen was sitting cross-legged in meditation deep in Fuxi Mountain.
The different-looking monster was looking for food around him, its head stuck in the ground and greedily eating something, and it let out excited growls from time to time.
The foodie is the spiritual beast he made a contract with. It helped him resist the thunder tribulation when he was going through the tribulation, so he was also knocked back to the primary form and became like this.
Spiritual beasts are also part of his strength. Since he has been unable to advance recently, he took the time to take foodies out to have a tooth festival.
There are many spiritual grasses in Fuxi Mountain, but the foodie is too greedy. If he is not watching next to him, he will probably eat up a piece of mountain skin.
Destroying the environment is the next best thing. He has only seen this kind of monster that can directly eat everything and turn it into spiritual energy.
If word gets out, it might cause trouble.
Therefore, after meditating for a long week, Jiang Yunchen took the foodie with him and changed places, making sure to eat evenly and without leaving any traces.
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Five days later, Zhao Yisu picked up the ordered things and went straight to the ancestor's mountain.
The old man is still hanging on the tree. From a distance, he looks like an insect wrapped in a cocoon. He hangs silently on the tree, only swaying gently in the wind.
He's not dead, is he?
As soon as this thought came to Zhao Yisu's mind, he was lifted up by a burst of spiritual power and fell heavily to the ground.
"Hey, why are you so stingy, senior? I care about you." Zhao Yisu covered his butt and got up, wondering how many times has this happened?
It’s okay to pay a lot of money to become a disciple.
But this old man is so magical that he can sense other people's thoughts?
A hole opened in the "callus" on the tree, and the old man's eyes emerged from the gap: "It's not that I can feel it, but your thoughts are written on your face. Old man, I'm not blind. Where are the things?"
Zhao Yisu curled his lips and took out something from the storage bag: "A colorful spiritual feather robe, as well as matching shoes, hat, and sachet."
The sachets are made from leftover materials from Lingyun Clothing and are given free of charge.
The old man stretched himself and finally jumped down from the tree.
