Ye Xiaocheng looked along the shelves.
Of course he wouldn't recognize the antiquities that even the treasure appraisal experts at Wanbao Pavilion couldn't identify.
But who told him that there were two great gods living in the sea of consciousness.
If these two great gods cannot recognize an ancient object, it must be a waste.
He walked around and browsed through thousands of ancient relics, but there was no movement from the two great gods in the sea of consciousness, and he felt a little panicked.
What's going on? Is there nothing you like here?
"It seems that everything displayed here is just rubbish, and there are no good things. Sure enough, Taobao is not that easy to find." He couldn't help but sigh.
Unexpectedly, just after sighing, Dao Jing said softly in his sea of consciousness: "Take it down, take it all down."
"What, all of them? Did I hear correctly?" Ye Xiaocheng was a little confused.
"Yes, take them all, don't hesitate." Dao Jing said solemnly.
Ye Xiaocheng's face was as if nothing had happened, and he pretended to be indecisive.
"Fellow Taoist, do you have a choice?" Upon seeing this, the Pavilion Master stepped forward and asked.
"It's not easy to choose. I like every one of these antiques. How about you set a price, Master, and I'll take them all." Ye Xiaocheng flicked his hand, pretending to be willing to bankrupt his fortune.
"Tao, fellow Taoist... you want them all?" The pavilion master almost thought he heard wrongly.
"I want them all, but if the price is too high, I will have no choice but to give them up."
"No, of course these ancient relics are valuable, but they are for others. If they are for fellow Taoists, they are not worth mentioning. Take all the five million middle-grade spiritual stones."
The pavilion master gritted his teeth and offered a high price that he didn't even expect.
Of course, he didn't dare to offer one million high-grade spiritual stones. He suspected that if he dared to offer such a price, this "eccentric" monk would probably chop him alive on the spot.
Although they are all in the Nascent Soul stage, the monks in the early Nascent Soul stage are like a frail child in front of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage.
In fact, no one cares about these ancient relics in Wanbao Pavilion, and they are worthless. They are displayed here just to show off and show their heritage.
The same is true for emperors and rich people in the secular world. Although they have mountains of gold and silver, they still have to use a few shabby antiques to decorate their appearance, otherwise people will call you a nouveau riche.
Now that the buyer has appeared and has enough ability to pay, pretentiousness is not so important. After all, the spiritual stone is the most important thing.
To be honest, Ye Xiaocheng didn't really want to buy it, but Master Dao Jing had already given the order, so he didn't dare to disobey and took out a ring with five million middle-grade spiritual stones in it.
The pavilion master glanced at it and knew that the number was correct.
He accepted the spirit stones, then personally put all the ancient objects into a ring and handed them to Ye Xiaocheng.
"Fellow Taoist, you are so brave. This is the collection of our Wanbao Pavilion that has been collected for thousands of years."
"Oh, there's no other way. To be honest with fellow Taoists, my quirks have made me bankrupt several times. I have these antiques all over the house, but I still can't help but take action every time I see them." Ye Xiaocheng shook his head. I sighed again and again, taking the art of pretense to the extreme.
"Fellow Taoist, this is your true nature. I admire you, I admire you." The Pavilion Master said quickly.
"I don't dare take it seriously." Ye Xiaocheng returned the greeting and then left.
The master of the pavilion personally sent Ye Xiaocheng out. When they arrived at the gate, the two of them bowed to each other and said goodbye. The people on the side looked at it and were surprised. I wonder which family this young man is a talented person, but he actually made the master of Wanbao Pavilion behave like this. courtesy.
Ye Xiaocheng knew that the pretense was a bit too much, so he had better run away quickly to avoid becoming the target of public criticism.
He didn't have time to visit the other half of the street, so he walked out quickly, regardless of whether anyone was following him, and entered the zero-dimensional space.
"Master Dao Jing, are those ancient relics really valuable?" Ye Xiaocheng asked.
"Of course they all have value, but these are the ones that are truly valuable."
Dao Jing took out all the ancient objects he bought from the ring and poured them on the floor of the space.
"Look at this round ball, do you know what it is?" Dao Jing asked proudly.
"I don't know." Ye Xiaocheng looked at the ball carefully. It looked like a rusty iron ball.
"Try squeezing it with your hands." Dao Jing said.
Ye Xiaocheng held the ball and squeezed it hard, but not a single fingerprint was left on it.
"It's too hard and can't be pinched." Ye Xiaocheng was shocked.
After all, Ye Xiaocheng is a physical cultivator of the third golden body. His physical strength is definitely no less than that of any monk who has established the Great Perfection of the Foundation. He can even compete with a real person in the early stage of the golden elixir.
"Haha, don't talk about you. Even if a god-incarnation supreme appears in Tianfeng Continent, I'm afraid he won't be able to crush this iron ball." Dao Jing said with a smile.
"Then let me try." Ye Xiaocheng rolled his eyes.
"Haha." Dao Jing gently opened a page, only to see a blank character pop out from it.
This virtual character was amazing. A ray of light was seen coming from the virtual character, and the iron ball immediately turned into a pile of rubble.
Ye Xiaocheng didn't understand what kind of magic operation this was, and was dumbfounded.
In a trance, I saw ten more sparkling sands floating out of the gravel and suspended in the air.
"What kind of sand is this? It's so beautiful." Ye Xiaocheng couldn't help but feel excited.
In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a series of stars hanging in the sky, and he seemed to be in the starry sky outside the territory.
"This is the sacred sand of the galaxy."
"Galaxy God Sand?"
"Yes, this is the Godly Sand of the Galaxy. Do you think this is a piece of sand with the properties of the starry sky, right? In fact, it is not the case. Each piece of sand is the concentration of a galaxy. Galaxy also has life, and sometimes it will weaken and die."
"Can the galaxy be condensed into a grain of sand?" Ye Xiaocheng's mind was suddenly opened.
"When a galaxy dies, all the energy and essence of the galaxy are condensed in this sand, so each galaxy can only produce one such sand."
"Oh, how do you use this thing? Is it a weapon refining?"
"No need, it is a divine weapon in itself. As long as it is refined and shot out, it will become a galaxy. There is a great power in the outer starry sky. He spent millions of years collecting 3,000 pieces of galaxy sand. He casts it every time. If you take action, you will see three thousand galaxies. The power and sight are simply..." Dao Jing was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
"It's too difficult to collect three thousand Galaxy Sands." Ye Xiaocheng shook his head, feeling incredible.
He does not have a lifespan of millions of years, nor does he have the ability to be powerful.
"Who said you have to collect three thousand pills? One pill is useful, and ten pills are useful. As you are now, you can't use any of them." Dao Jing was so angry that he wanted to give him a slap in the face. .
"How to refine this thing?" Ye Xiaocheng changed the subject.
"Of course you can't completely refine it now. First soak the sacred sand with blood, and then use the soul to nurture it all the time. After you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can try to use it."
"Oh, they are all things that you can't even touch." Ye Xiaocheng muttered.
"You silly boy, you got a bargain and acted like a good boy. Do you know how much a piece of Galaxy Sand is worth? Let me tell you, you couldn't even exchange it for an Imperial Weapon, but you got ten of them all at once. Oh." Dao Jing was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
"Okay." Ye Xiaocheng smiled bitterly.
But having said that, this Galaxy Sand is so beautiful. Even if it cannot be used, just looking at it makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if their mood has been liberated.
He cut his palm, let the blood flow out, formed a blood pit in the palm of his hand, and soaked ten pieces of sacred sand in the blood.
Then he released ten strands of his spiritual consciousness to sense and touch the divine sand.
After being touched by divine consciousness, the divine sand suddenly began to devour his blood like crazy.
"Not good." Ye Xiaocheng wanted to get rid of the divine sand, but couldn't get rid of it at all.
The blood in his body was being sucked madly by the divine sand, and it was useless even if he disconnected the divine sense induction.
These ten sacred sands absorbed almost half of his blood before they stopped. Then, with a swish, they all got into his Dantian and floated above his Dantian, making his Dantian shine as brightly as the starry sky.
Ye Xiaocheng felt a little weak and could hardly stand.
He immediately took two blood-replenishing pills and felt slightly relieved. Then he sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath for two hours, gradually regaining consciousness.
The blood that was sucked away has not been completely recovered, and it will take a few days to return to normal.
He used his spiritual consciousness to bring out the divine sand, but unfortunately the divine sand did not bother him at all and remained motionless in his Dantian.
This is embarrassing. There are many treasures in his Dantian, but unfortunately few of them can be mobilized by him. They are all invited by great gods, and he has to constantly support them with his soul and blood.
Doesn’t he become the most miserable migrant worker?
Those who were invited were all bosses, exploiting his soul and blood all the time.
"I am such a miserable child." Ye Xiaocheng lamented.
Seeing him like this, Dao Jing really wanted to slap him to death. He had no idea what an incredible opportunity he had gotten.
Could this kid really be the son of the Holy Spirit?
Otherwise, where would this tremendous luck come from?
Regarding Ye Xiaocheng's identity as the son of the Holy Spirit, Dao Jing originally didn't believe it at all, but now he somewhat believes it.
