Cultivating Immortals in the Family: Rising from Beast Familiarity

Chapter 6 Selling magic weapons and buying spiritual ginseng

Compared to a small place like "Qingyun Valley", Hongyafang City is much larger.

This market is built on a mountain with a height of two to three hundred feet. The entire mountain peak, including several nearby hills, is included in the market. There are hundreds of various shops in it.

Zhou Chun walked into it and looked around, easily seeing the figures of immortal cultivators walking back and forth on the mountain.

Such a scene of people coming and going is truly worthy of the word "Fangshi".

Fangshi was naturally safe. After Zhou Chun looked around, he slowly wandered around Fangshi, looking for opportunities to inquire about the Zhou family's whereabouts.

After experiencing the previous incident of being attacked and killed, Zhou Chun must pay more attention when inquiring about information.

It must no longer be so easy for people to think of his relationship with the Zhou family and thus harbor ill will towards him.

After walking around the market like this, Zhou Chun quickly found a store that looked good and went in.

This shop called "Wu Ji Grocery Store" is not big. There is not even a clerk inside, only an old man in Tsing Yi sitting on a chair reading a book.

After seeing Zhou Chun enter the door, the old man in green first looked up at him. After realizing that he was not a regular customer of the store, he said lazily: "Fellow Taoist, I invited you. All the items sold in our store are written on it. The prices are fair. Tong

No one can be deceived."

After saying that, he nodded towards a piece of white cloth with black writing on the wall next to him.

Looking at him like this, he doesn't have any sense of "the customer is God".

But Zhou Chun knew that this was the normal situation in this world.

Those who are able to open shops in the market must have advanced cultivation, rich wealth, and skills.

Either it is a shop opened by a sect or a family, and the people responsible for managing it are also disciples of these sects or families.

No matter what the situation is, they have a much nobler status than ordinary casual cultivators.

Under such circumstances, how is it possible to expect them to treat the Qi Refining Stage monks who come to the store as "gods"?

What's more, even in the world of his previous life, there weren't many street shops that could do this. It would be nice if they didn't bully customers!

Zhou Chunya certainly didn't care about the older man's attitude.

He did not look at what was written on the white cloth, but just cupped his hands to the old man and said: "The shopkeeper is very polite. I have a few obsolete magic weapons in my hand. I wonder if your shop would be willing to recycle these items?"

"You want to sell the magic weapon?"

The old man in green looked startled, then couldn't help but put down the book in his hand, and looked at Zhou Chun with squinted eyes.

Looking at Zhou Chun's young and handsome face, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe that such a young junior monk could be the kind of bandit cultivator whose profession is to kill people and seize treasures.

But if he were not a bandit cultivator, how could someone of Zhou Chun's age and with such a level of cultivation have extra magical weapons for sale?

The old man in green clothes had various thoughts in his mind. After a while, he nodded gently and said: "Then take the things out and take a look. If there are no problems, our store can recycle them according to the situation."

A grocery store like theirs sells and accepts everything.

Zhou Chun immediately took out the magical weapons he obtained from the two casual cultivators, as well as two first-level low-grade magical weapons.

The magic weapons, spells, talismans, elixirs, and formations used by cultivators all have different levels.

Generally speaking, they are divided into first-order, second-order, and third-order, and then subdivided into three smaller levels: first-order low-grade, first-order middle-grade, and first-order high-grade.

Basically, first-level magic weapons are used by those who cultivate immortals in the Qi-refining stage, second-level magic weapons correspond to those who cultivate immortals in the foundation-building stage, and third-level magic weapons correspond to those who cultivate immortals in the Zifu stage.

The value of a magic weapon is not only closely related to its grade, but also closely related to its use, performance and other factors.

The few magic weapons Zhou Chun took out at this time were all single-purpose attack magic weapons, and they did not have any outstanding special abilities. They were just magic weapons used by novices who had just entered the world of immortality.

So after some appraisal, the two magic weapons he got from killing the two casual cultivators were returned to him by the old man in green, leaving only the two magic weapons that he and Li Han had truly eliminated.

Then he looked at him and said: "The quality of these two magic weapons is pretty good. It can be seen that the level of the weapon refiner is pretty good. Our shop is willing to use twenty spiritual coins to recycle each one."

"As for these two magical artifacts, fellow Taoists should take them to the street market in Fang City to deal with them. There may be fellow Taoists there who have just entered the world of immortality who are willing to buy them as the first magical artifacts in their lives.

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This result somewhat made Zhou Chun feel heartbroken for the two casual cultivators who died at his hands.

It turns out that the magical artifacts used by those two guys are not even recycled in grocery stores, which shows how miserable the two of them are.

At the moment, I could only do what the old man in green said, collect the two returned magic weapons, and then count them one by one and accept the forty spiritual coins given by the old man in blue.

After leaving "Wu Ji Grocery Store", Zhou Chun did as the shopkeeper suggested and went to the street stall market in Fangshi.

The street stall market is a must-have place in every market in the world of immortality. It is a place where immortality practitioners trade freely, and it is also a place where fake goods are rampant.

You only need to pay a spiritual coin to the market manager of the street market as a stall fee, and you can stay in the street market for a whole day and even meditate.

The premise is that there are really people with a big heart who can meditate and practice in that kind of environment.

After Zhou Chun came to the street stall market in Hongyafang City, he found that the number of cultivators here was indeed much larger. The number of monks setting up stalls and the number of monks patronizing this place was almost evenly divided.

Because most immortal cultivators like to be clean, unless it is difficult to negotiate a price, this street market is not very noisy.

Zhou Chun actually saw a few casual cultivators who put some things randomly in front of the stalls for show and meditated with their eyes closed.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Chun pondered for a moment, then paid a spiritual coin to set up a stall, placed two magical artifacts and a few sundries, and set up a stall here.

Of course, Zhou Chun's real intention was not to set up a stall, but in the name of setting up a stall, he chatted with some casual cultivators who were also setting up stalls here, trying to find out the information he wanted to know by making some insinuations.

In this way, Zhou Chun successfully sold two magical artifacts at the price of thirteen spiritual coins and fourteen spiritual coins in less than two days at the street stall market in Fangshi.

However, the search for information did not go smoothly. Many casual cultivators who set up stalls here had heard about the split of the Sanjue Sect, but no one knew exactly where the Zhou family went after leaving the Sanjue Sect.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun could only endure and continue to wait for the opportunity in the market.

On the third day after he arrived at Fangshi, a casual cultivator who was at the tenth level of Qi Refining stage suddenly came to the street market.

As soon as the old man with white silk hair spread out the stall, he put a dozen things on it, including newly picked elixirs, spiritual mines dug out from nowhere, and slightly damaged ones.

Magic weapon.

Upon seeing this situation, many monks running stalls looked at the old man with strange eyes.

Generally speaking, this kind of monk who sells everything is most likely the kind of bandit cultivator who specializes in killing people and grabbing treasures.

Or even if he is not a bandit cultivator, he still has a great relationship with the bandit cultivator and is responsible for helping the bandit cultivator deal with the looted treasures.

But thinking about it this way, unless there is something in this stall that someone they have a good relationship with wants to do, no one will meddle in other people's business.

On the contrary, most of the time, because the items handled by bandit cultivators are slightly lower than the market price, many cultivators who want to take advantage of them will rush to buy them.

However, when these monks who wanted to take advantage came up and asked the price, they all left in anger.

Because although the old man was setting up a street stall, the price was really not much cheaper than the market price, and there was not much room for reselling it to obtain the price difference.

The people who gathered there quickly dispersed.

When Zhou Chun on the side saw this, his eyes suddenly moved, but he also stepped forward and asked about the price.

"Fellow Taoist, please tell me how to sell this spiritual ginseng?"

He pointed to a yellow-white spiritual ginseng with some soil on the ginseng tendrils on the ground stall, and asked the price in a low voice.

"Wild ginseng that is more than 150 years old is only sold for twenty-four spiritual coins, and there will be no counter-offering!"

The old man looked up at Zhou Chun and said the price calmly.

Hearing this, Zhou Chun couldn't help frowning and said: "The turbid and evil energy in wild ginseng is accumulated. If you want to use it as medicine, you must first remove the turbid and evil energy. More than twenty spiritual coins are really a bit high!"

When the old man heard what he said, he immediately snorted with a look of displeasure on his face and said: "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that the methods to get rid of the evil spirit in these spiritual creatures are in the hands of those sects and families, a hundred-year-old ginseng can only

Are you selling so many spiritual coins?"

After saying that, he glared at Zhou Chunyi and said: "Junior, if you want to buy it, just buy it. If you don't want to buy it, just watch from the sidelines. Don't come to amuse me!"

"Hey, I'm just saying this. Why should you be angry, fellow Taoist? When doing business, you have to have someone make a counter-offer."

Zhou Chun shook his head, then glanced at the other elixirs on the stall, and then said: "Let's do this, I'll wrap up all the elixirs you have, fellow Taoist, and you can also give me a profit and get a few elixirs for free.

How are the coins?”

When the old man heard this, he still said with a cold face: "No, not even one spirit coin is missing. If one is missing, I will send them all to the drug store for processing!"

Seeing this, Zhou Chun's tone suddenly softened, and he looked at the old man with pleading eyes and said, "Just do it, why don't you just help this junior? It's not easy for this junior to earn spiritual coins.

The monks who came here should understand!"

"Oh, I support you, but who is willing to support me?"

The old man said with a sneer on his face.

Then he looked at Zhou Chun with sarcasm in his eyes and said: "You are so pitiful in front of me. Seeing that you have such cultivation at such a young age, you should be a descendant of a certain immortal cultivating family. If you want to use a low-level

You buy elixirs at this street market at a high price and then sell them to the family at a high price. I have known this trick for you more than ten years ago!"

"Ahem, fellow Taoist, you are overthinking this. I have absolutely no intention of doing so."

Zhou Chun coughed twice in embarrassment and quickly denied it.

Although he did have thoughts in this regard, it was completely different from what the old man said.

However, the old man obviously didn't believe him, so he just sneered and said no more.

In the end, Zhou Chun could only buy the spiritual ginseng for twenty-four spiritual coins.

(End of chapter)