"Oh, Liu Daoyou, a local, knows the exchange meeting very well. I'm not asking for spiritual materials, so I might as well go and participate." Xue Tong said with an expression.
"That's great. To be honest with fellow Taoists, I am the broker of the exchange meeting. Most of the spiritual materials that fellow Taoists are looking for are refined materials, which are not common. You may be able to buy one or two at the exchange meeting. I can introduce people to the meeting, so I can Get some benefits." Liu Jingping said openly without hiding anything.
Liu Jingping handed Xue Tong a piece of green bamboo and said, "Tomorrow night at Xu Shi, Ziyun Garden will be entered with this piece of bamboo and three hundred spiritual stones."
The green bamboo piece is engraved with "Yun" on the front and "Liu" on the back, which refers to the participants recommended by Liu Jingping.
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"Exchange meetings are mostly about exchanging things for things. I have nothing and can only buy it with spiritual stones."
"Things like stone marrow and ink crystal are not rare, they are just temporarily out of stock. Uncle Wang's refining materials are rare. I have to hurry up and get one or two rare things to exchange for replenishment."
"It's not easy to talk about it for a while. If you search carefully in the market in front of you, you might be able to find something."
Xue Tong picked off the animal skin, blended in with the crowd, and started shopping in the market again.
After all, Donglaifang City is still a market mainly for casual cultivators. The items are mixed and the levels vary greatly. Some items are not spiritual materials. They are also sold because they look weird and are old. The stalls in the main hall of the market need to be rented by Hua Lingshi. Those who cannot afford the rent set up stalls along the corner streets outside the market to sell miscellaneous things.
Xue Tong saw a young man squatting at the foot of the wall. In front of him was a piece of yellow cowhide, and a black metal ring one foot in diameter and five inches wide. The ring was engraved with complex concave and convex patterns, and marked with an eye-popping high price. A piece of three thousand spiritual stones. Most of the people passing by shook their heads and left when they saw the sign, and very few spoke to it.
There is no shortage of Xue Tongling Stones. When you see this weird metal ring and the price tag, you have to ask, "Little brother, what is this? Why are imitations so expensive?"
"This object is a ring on a magical instrument. The pattern on the instrument looks like French writing." The young man said.
Xue Tong observed carefully that the lines on the vessel were dense and complex, seemingly composed of ten areas. Although it was said that the French text was not entirely true, it was difficult to judge whether it was entirely false. He knew the French text of the Thousand Talisman Scriptures Lei Zi List the most and recognized it. Six, none of them are so complicated.
"Three thousand crosses, if it is true French, it will make a lot of money, but if it is not French, it is not worth a penny. I spent hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones refining the Three Elements Jue, so this small gamble of three thousand is insignificant."
"Uncle Wang is good at refining weapons. French is a must. Maybe he is also interested."
"Where did this ring come from?" Xue Tong asked.
"It is passed down from my ancestors that my grandfather once said that the patterns on the ring are full of profound meaning and are worth a lot of money." The young man replied.
In the early days of young martial arts, the ring made of Wuyi gold must have an origin, so Xue Tong asked.
"Okay, let's bet on our eyesight and luck and get three thousand copies of one piece."
Xue Tong wandered around the market for another hour until sunset, buying more than a hundred soul-growing grasses and nothing else.
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At night, Xue Tong practiced for a while and thought about the exchange meeting the next day.
"I leave empty-handed, is it appropriate..."
Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes.
On the west side of Donglai Long Street, there is a shallow lane with deep walls and ancient trees. Only the mottled tree shadows are scattered on the road.
At the end of the alley, there is a green-lacquered courtyard gate, stone lions on the left and right, a light gray tile roof, and a plaque under the eaves with the words "Purple Cloud Garden" written on it.
The warrior guarding the stone lion stopped Xue Tong.
Xue Tong showed the green bamboo pieces and handed over three hundred spirit stones before entering and finding a seat in the exchange meeting hall.
The Ziyun Exchange Meeting is held by the owner of "Ziyunzhai", the largest spiritual materials shop in Donglai Town. The exchange meeting is medium in size, with a limit of fifty people.
There is a very large table in the hall, and the number of people in a circle, excluding the principal and auxiliary seats, is exactly fifty.
More than ten people have entered, tall and short, fat and thin, men and women. Xue Tong is dressed as an ordinary cultivator. When he entered, he called himself Wei Wuchang. He was from Wangzhang Mansion in Dengzhou. He was unremarkable in appearance, temperament, and age.
Warriors entered the scene one after another, all dressed in casual clothes. Xue Tong knew that there was no need for members of the Blood Sword Sect, Dayue Sect, Qisha League, and even Yunxiao Sect like him to reveal their true identities here.
"Fellow Daoist Zheng, you are here too!" Miao Zhanfeng, an elegant man in white, greeted.
"Brother Zhan Feng has become even more charming after not seeing you for many years. It's a pleasure to meet you." A tall middle-aged man on the right side of Xue Tong stood up and said with cupped hands.
"Oh, the man named Zheng is in his forties, but he calls Zhan Feng his brother. The man in white has good looks and is at the peak of martial arts. Judging from his behavior, he seems to be very familiar with Ziyun Society." Xue Tong muttered in his heart.
It should be noted that monks at the pinnacle of martial arts do not travel much outside. Most of them practice in seclusion and try to make breakthroughs.
When the room was almost full, three women walked into the exchange hall. The leader was a beautiful middle-aged woman whose face was covered with gauze, her hair was in a high bun, and she wore a pale blue robe with a red poisonous scorpion embroidered on her chest.
"It's unusual for a Houtian warrior from the Seven Evils Alliance to be so unabashed about his identity."
But more people’s eyes undoubtedly stayed on the young women on her left and right sides.
The young woman's robe didn't seem to fit her body, and her plump figure was perfectly outlined. The woman's eyebrows were affectionate, her waist and hips swayed, and she sat diagonally across from Xue Tong's left side with the middle-aged beautiful woman.
"The third acquired warrior on the field" Xue Tong's heart moved slightly.
The seats were full, and an old man with a pale appearance took the main seat. His lightning-like eyes swept across the hall and announced the rules of exchange.
"You are free to display your items and exchange them freely. You can exchange items or spirit stones. For every transaction, Ziyunzhai will receive five hundred spirit stones."
"The exchange meeting emphasizes first come, first served, and the one with the highest price gets it. No matter what the reason is, it will be regarded as an enemy of Ziyunzhai. Hehe, although Ziyunzhai is not a Taoism, it has been working in Jiayuan for more than two hundred years, and has cooperated with various people. Friendship between sects is not a place where you can do whatever you want!"
The person who spoke was Wu Sanchun, the owner of Ziyunzhai, with a middle-level cultivation level the day after tomorrow.
"Fellow Taoists, do you have any objections?" Wu Sanchun said loudly.
Naturally, no one would object, and the exchange meeting officially began.
"I brought a root of a thousand-year-old fernwood that has sprouted, and a seven-hundred-year-old mushroom, in exchange for three octagonal icethorn flowers." A black-faced man spoke first.
"I have twenty kilograms of early-acquired Lingxue spider silk. I would like to exchange it for a fire python inner elixir of the same level."
"Mid-grade magic weapon, two phoenix-ring swords, plus ten thousand spirit stones, and a piece of top-grade armor."
The trading hall immediately became lively, and Xue Tong pricked up his ears until he heard someone report: "Fifty kilograms of fine sand, please exchange for three 'Daoyuan Pills'."
Xue Tong was secretly ecstatic. The fine sand from the needle was one of the items on Wang Ke's list. It was used as a mold for refining the weapon. The sand from the needle was finer than the tip of the needle and was used to create extremely precise metal instruments. Wang Ke should have asked for at least forty kilograms, and fifty kilograms would be considered an overfulfillment.
He immediately sent a message, "I am willing to buy Taoist friend's fine sand for 30,000 spiritual stones."
The Daoyuan Pill is a third-grade elixir, which is taken by mid-to-high-level warriors when refining their qi the day after tomorrow. When changing to the top of the Sandman martial arts disciples, he must have been unable to seek the Heavenly Perfect Pill, so he wanted to use the Daoyuan Pill instead, in an attempt to break through the level.
"No change!" The man said firmly and coldly.
The Zhaoji Pill that Xue Tong took was about one thousand two hundred spirit stones. The price of Daoyuan Pill was three times higher, up to five thousand. Xue Tong's price was already double the normal price.
"My price has doubled, why don't fellow Taoists sell it?" Xue Tong continued to transmit the message unwillingly.
"It's not a problem with the spirit stone. The Taoyuan Pill is hard to find in the world. Unless you go to Xuanmen to customize it, what's the point of asking for the spirit stone? I can't buy the spirit pill back." The man refused.
"Add another box of six Zhaoji Pills. Brother, you might as well ride on a donkey to look for a horse. Take Zhaoji Pills and look for Daoyuan Pills at the same time. This condition is very favorable." Xue Tong gritted his teeth and said.
"That's nonsense. The Zhaoji Pill is useless to me. My cultivation level will not rise but will fall!"
What the man said was true. Taking elixirs across different levels often leads to more haste than haste. Xue Tong's special constitution was not harmful to taking Zhaoji elixir, but it was indeed harmful to the man.
As for Daoyuan Dan, because the medicinal material "Fuyangcao" in the formula is consistent with Tiancheng Dan, there is a saying that it should be tried as a last resort.
"Okay, I guess none of the monks present have three Taoist Pills. I will consider it after the fellow Taoist exchange meeting is over. I am willing to buy the Taoist needle sand for 37,000 spiritual stones."
Xue Tong's price is already very exaggerated. The needle sand is worth about 20,000 yuan, so he can no longer raise the price.
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"Three sets of refined materials, each set worth fifteen thousand!"
A man of similar age to Xue Tong took out six spiritual materials from the storage bag.
Xue Tong's chest felt hot, and he stared at the countertop, stone marrow, ink black crystal; torch wood, fierce iron; ice pepper bamboo, seven-winged frost cicada cocoon.
What he wanted was clearly listed.
"I bought Stone Marrow and Mo Xuanjing!" The man took out the third item, and Xue Tong raised his hand and shouted.
"I want all six things, the total price is fifty thousand!" Zhen Xuan, a beautiful woman from the Seven Evils League, suddenly said.
The price of stone marrow and moxuan crystal alone did not exceed 5,000, because the price increase in groups was barely within the normal range. Zhen Xuan raised the price again and bought all three groups, which was beyond Xue Tong's expectation.
"Senior, I have already bought the stone marrow and Mo Xuanjing according to the quoted price. For the other two sets of spiritual materials, senior, you might as well..." Xue Tong faced Zhen Yan and said respectfully.
"Bold! Do you dare to fight for what Senior Aunt Zhen likes?" Xuan Hefeng, the woman next to Zhen Chen, glared and shouted.
"This fellow Taoist is selling in groups. I am the first one to buy a group of stone marrow and enjoy the right of first refusal. Since Senior Zhen has quoted a higher price, according to the rules of the exchange meeting, as long as I can afford this price, I will still have priority. Buy it." Xue Tong was neither humble nor arrogant, and argued hard according to reason.
"My master first quoted the price of the whole set. According to the rules of the exchange meeting, he has priority to purchase the whole set. You ungrateful piece of shit, how dare you compete with the people of the Seven Evils Alliance?" Cen Qing, a master of martial arts, shouted.
As soon as the two people from the Seven Evil Alliance shouted, the place immediately fell silent. Everyone stopped talking and watched the excitement.
Among the four major Xuanmen, the Seven Evils Alliance is the closest to Donglai and has the greatest influence and power. How can a casual cultivator like "Wei Wuhuang" be able to compete with the acquired warriors of the Evil Alliance?
Xue Tong turned to look at Wu Sanchun who was in charge, and asked: "Senior Wu, is my first right to purchase valid?"
Xue Tong thought to himself, if no one came forward, he would swallow his anger and give up the spiritual materials.
