Eternal Tranquility

Youdu occupies an extremely large area. Behind the towering city gates are row upon row of houses and long streets. However, its structure is not like that of a Xiuxian City, but rather like a mortal capital. In its center, there is a tightly guarded palace. The magnificent pavilions and palaces are majestic and solemn.

It is said that this is where the Zhaoyang Ghost Emperor lives every day, and it is also where the concubine acceptance ceremony was held.

However, I heard that there is an underground city under Youdu, but only close relatives of the Ghost Emperor can enter it and it is not open to outsiders.

Since a forbidden air formation was set up in the city, Liu Qinghuan and his three men walked in slowly and successfully entered the city gate. He looked up and saw the noisy carriages and horses and the bustle of people on the spacious streets. Sure enough, Very lively.

Feng Xian stretched out his hand and waved, and a low-level monk immediately ran over: "Go, bring your car and bring a big one."

The low-level monk nodded and bowed in response, turned around and shouted to a few boys in the corner. Within a moment, a large car stopped in front of the three of them.

Liu Qinghuan found it interesting. He looked at the five monsters pulling the cart. Each one was of the second level or above. They looked similar to horses, but they were taller and taller.

The three of them sat on it, and the monster started running briskly, and the car was running very smoothly.

Hearing that it was Liu Qinghuan's first time in Youdu, Feng Xian enthusiastically pointed to both sides of the street to introduce him, and then said: "Then let's go rent a place first. Monks like me and others usually live in East City.”

Wen Zhen reminded: "We came back a little late. There must have been many Taoist friends in Youdu recently, and I'm afraid there are no good places to live. However, I have a small courtyard in the city. If you don't mind it, you can temporarily Stay at my place."

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while. He was not used to living with others, so he had to politely refuse: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Wen Zhen, but I don't want to bother you too much. I can just rent a place myself. I've never been too concerned about where I live. Be careful, just be quiet."

"That's okay." Wen Zhen didn't force it and just smiled: "My residence is close to the east of the Imperial City, not far from Brother Fengxian's. After you find a place to live, we will visit again."

"sure."

Feng Xian was very happy since he entered the city and said with a smile: "With so many Taoist friends here, it is a good time for exchanges. There will definitely be many gatherings. I just wonder if Taoist friend Qingmu is interested in participating?"

Liu Qinghuan looked happy and said, "That's really what I want. I just want to make friends."

The three of them talked and walked, and soon they arrived at the rental house that Feng Xian had mentioned. The other two said goodbye to him, got in the car and left.

It wasn't until the two figures disappeared around the corner of the street that Liu Qinghuan withdrew his gaze, smoothed out his slightly wrinkled clothes, and then walked into the door behind him.

As Wen Zhen expected, there are only about ten days left before the ceremony. Most of the rented courtyards in Dongcheng have been occupied by people coming from all directions. Even the better inns in the city are full. It can be said that in order to participate in this event, During this celebration, high-level monks from the entire Netherworld gathered in Nether City.

Fortunately, Liu Qinghuan really didn't pay attention to these things and just found a remote courtyard.

After walking out of the rental house, Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry to go back. He walked around the city first and then found a busy teahouse to sit down. He listened to the chatter of people around him and drank tea slowly.

The people in the market are the most well-informed, and the Ghost Emperor of Zhaoyang's acceptance of a concubine is the biggest event nowadays, and naturally everyone talks about it the most.

At the end of the day, Liu Qinghuan had almost explored the complicated relationships between the big forces such as Youdu, Senluo City, and Luofeng Mountain.

Hongshang, born in Senluo City, is one of the side concubines of the Ghost Emperor Luo Tu in Luofeng Mountain. She is in the late Yuanying stage. Her sister Suluo, who is in the early Yuanying stage, will marry into Youdu in ten days.

When he returned to the small courtyard where he rented, he set up many magical formations, took out the Tainan Immortal Sword from the storage space, and immediately said: "Brother Jian, please hire someone else."

Tainan Immortal Sword lay on the table sluggishly. It took a while to react, and he stood up the sword angrily.

Liu Qinghuan would not wait for it to come, and said loudly with a dissatisfied look on his face: "The ghost cultivator named Hongshang is only one step away from becoming a god. How can you kill a cultivator who has just given birth to a baby? I'm afraid I still have to kill him." If you don't take action, you'll be killed by her! Don't force yourself to do anything, I can't kill you now, and I still want to return to Yunmengze with my life."

Unfortunately, Tainan Fairy Sword obviously didn't want to listen to his words, and it twisted desperately in his hand, trying to come out of the scabbard.

Liu Qinghuan held it down with all his strength, and said: "Tai, Tai, Tai, I want to discuss this with you. I'm not saying I won't kill him, but you have to give me time, at least let me improve my cultivation to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. That’s all.”

Yes, he needs time. If he ran to find Hongshang now, it would be tantamount to committing suicide, and it was even more impossible for him to do anything about this concubine ceremony.

Not to mention that his cultivation level is much higher than him, there are so many high-level monks in the ceremony, there may be several ghost emperors, and if he makes the slightest move, he may end up with his soul destroyed.

After some persuasion and explanation, Tainan Xianjian finally calmed down, and a trace of resentment called frustration seemed to float around him.

Liu Qinghuan could only comfort him: "So, we need to consider the matter of revenge for you in the long run. I am planning to retreat for a period of time in a few days. In addition, I will also find a way to wash away your filth as soon as possible. You need to cooperate well."

He pondered while saying: "It would be great if we could find a large amount of Wangyou Cold Water. The filth on your body is too heavy, and a little bit shouldn't have any effect. Unfortunately, I have only seen the kind of spiritual water in the Xibao Pond. , I have never seen it anywhere else... Maybe we can find other spiritual objects with similar effects..."

In the next few days, Liu Qinghuan went to find Feng Xian and Wen Zhen, and attended gatherings among high-level monks with them. In addition to drinking and socializing at these gatherings, there will occasionally be small private business meetings.

When one has reached the level of Nascent Soul and above, the materials, elixirs, and items required are rare and rare. It is basically impossible to buy them in outside shops. The last time he was able to buy a floating shuttle in the ancient tomb dungeon was because the other party asked for it, otherwise he might not have bought it at all.

Therefore, after arriving at Nascent Soul, monks must either search for themselves all over the world, or exchange with others. Because what a Nascent Soul cultivator needs can only be found by people with the same level of cultivation.

Feng Xian suppressed his voice and said excitedly: "There are more than a dozen fellow Taoists participating in the exchange meeting this time, which is considered to be a good scale. If it weren't for the incident of Emperor Zhaoyang taking a concubine, everyone gathered in Youdu, there wouldn't be so many people gathered together. Where are the people?”

Liu Qinghuan followed him into a small building and said, "Why didn't Fellow Taoist Wenzhen come today?"

"Brother Wenzhen went to recite poems and paint with some sour scholars today. Don't worry about him." Feng Xian replied smoothly. The two walked up the stairs and asked: "Fellow Taoist Qingmu, are you ready?" Have you figured out what to exchange for?”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "I just don't know what the regulations will be then."

"It's very simple. When the time comes..."

The two quickly went up to the third floor and saw that several people had arrived, gathering in twos and threes in the spacious hall, chatting and laughing.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at them, and naturally he didn't recognize most of them. Everyone present was at Nascent Soul level or above, and two of them were even in the late Nascent Soul stage.

Feng Xian walked towards one of the later monks with a smile on his face and said in a slightly louder voice: "Fellow Taoist Nangu, long time no see."

The man turned around, but it was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance. He smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Feng Xian, I thought I wouldn't see you this time. Why did you arrive at this time?"

Feng Xian smiled heartily and said: "I was studying swordsmanship at the Drunk Forgetting Sword Wall, and I forgot the time for a moment. I heard that you were going to organize an exchange meeting, how could I miss it, so naturally I rushed back quickly. By the way, let me introduce it to you. Look, this is fellow Taoist Qingmu..."

Liu Qinghuan bowed his hand in a gentle and polite manner, and Nan Gu greeted him for a few words before going to greet the others.

After staying for a while, a few more people came one after another, and soon the hall became very lively.

Nan Gu clapped his hands outside the crowd, and after attracting everyone's attention, he said: "The time is up, and people have almost arrived. I would like to thank all the fellow Taoists for coming to this exchange meeting. I believe everyone can't wait, so now let's start?"

Immediately, several people responded, and they all moved to the long table on one side of the hall to sit down.

Liu Qinghuan followed Feng Xian and sat in the fourth seat on the right, then heard Nan Gu laugh and say: "As usual, let me tell you the rules first. This swap meeting is based on the principle of fairness and voluntariness. Everyone has one chance to speak. If you have the opportunity, you need to prepare three or less things that our cultivation level can use, such as spiritual materials, elixirs, spiritual treasures, etc., and tell us what you want to exchange, or how much the spiritual stones are worth. If the Taoist friends have it, they can exchange it, but it cannot be forced, and both parties must agree. "

A female cultivator on the right fanned the silk handkerchief in her hand and said with a smile: "Brother Nangu, I already knew this, so please stop talking."

Nan Gu laughed twice and said: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense, just start from the first one, and then continue from left to right."

As he spoke, he placed a brocade box, a jade vase and a jade slip on the table in front of him: "What I took out this time are a five-hundred-year-old soul-melting Poria sacred tree and a jade slip. I personally refined the Xuan Ming Yin Spirit Pill, and an ancient pill recipe that was indeed usable after my research. What I wanted to exchange was a spiritual herb that was at least two thousand years old. It didn’t matter what kind of spiritual herb it was, as long as it was old. Two thousand years is enough. As long as any fellow Taoist can come up with it, he can choose two of these three things."

After saying that, he looked at the others expectantly.

Liu Qinghuan was slightly shocked when the other party took out the soul-melting Fu Shenmu. He didn't expect that the first item would be what he needed.

The mushroom branches are slender and strong, shaped like curved pine roots. The roots are intact and dense, as if they were just pulled out of the soil. The cap is thick and solid, with a circular texture on the surface. It is indeed the soul-melting Poria sacred tree.

After hearing what the other party wanted to change, I felt slightly secretly happy. I glanced at the other people on the table, but saw that most of their eyes were focused on the bottle of Xuanming Yinling Pill.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone say: "Brother Nan Gu is trying to make some kind of elixir again, right? He actually needs to use spiritual herbs that have been used for more than two thousand years. He deserves to be a master of alchemy! I just don't know what kind of elixir it is. Are you willing to sell it?" "

Nan Gu smiled perfunctorily at the man, then turned to the others: "I wonder if you have anything I need?"

There was silence on the table, and a pale male cultivator on the right shook his head and said: "The Xuan Ming Yin Spirit Pill is extremely useful for ghost cultivators like us, but spiritual herbs that are over a thousand years old are extremely difficult to find. What’s more, it’s two thousand years old.”

"Yes, fellow Taoist Nangu, I'm afraid no one here has two thousand years of spiritual grass. However, I am willing to pay 50,000 high-grade spiritual stones to buy your Xuanming Yin Spiritual Pill. Is it okay?"

Nan Gu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, shook his head and said: "Then forget it."

"I dare to ask, what kind of elixir is recorded in your ancient elixir recipe?"

The person who asked was naturally Liu Qinghuan, but he was not interested in Xuan Ming Yin Ling Dan.

Nan Gu looked at him with burning eyes and said: "The ancient elixir recipe records a refining method of elixir called Qingling Jade Qiongdan. It can improve the cultivation level of Nascent Soul. The medicine is more effective than us. The Xuanyuan Pill, which can also improve your cultivation, is 30% better. However, each of the above elixirs is rarer and harder to find."

He asked tentatively: "So my fellow Taoist is also a master of alchemy?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled lightly and said: "I don't dare to call you a master, but I only make two furnaces occasionally. Qingling Jade Qiongdan... Fellow Taoist, did you just say that you have carefully studied this elixir and it is indeed feasible?"

After asking such detailed questions, everyone guessed that Liu Qinghuan must have more than two thousand years of spiritual herbs in his hand, and they couldn't help but look at him sideways.

The medicinal herb is two thousand years old and is already worth a lot of money. If you put it outside, you will probably get a lot of blood...

Nan Gu couldn't hide the joy on his face and said eagerly: "Yes, I got this elixir recipe from an ancient secret realm. Many of the materials have disappeared. I have studied carefully for so many years and found corresponding substitute elixirs. I have recorded these in my book." The recipe is ready, so I guarantee it will be available. ”

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while, and found that an almost extinct soul-melting Poria tree, plus an ancient alchemy recipe personally researched by an alchemy master, was barely worth a two-thousand-year-old spiritual herb.

What's more, these two things are what he urgently needs, and he has nothing else in hand, but he can have as much spiritual grass as he wants.

Turning his hand, he pushed a long box over: "Take a look."

Nan Gu quickly took it and opened the lid of the box a crack. He smelled a refreshing medicinal fragrance and immediately flowed out from the crack.

"Hahaha, okay!" Nan Gu closed the lid with a snap, laughed excitedly a few times, and said, "Fellow Taoist Qingmu, you can choose any two of the three things I took out."

He naturally chose the soul-melting Fu Shenmu and the ancient elixir formula. After checking that it was indeed true, he nodded.

Nan Gu's face glowed brightly and he said: "Very good, this exchange meeting has gotten off to a good start, so please invite the next person."

Sitting on his left was an old man who put his three things on the table. After introducing them, he glanced at Liu Qinghuan and said, "What I want to change is a piece of extremely yang blazing iron at least as big as a fist, or It’s a three-stripe yellow dragon grass that’s over a thousand years old.”