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Compared with the previous one, the color of this Lihuo Sword is brighter, and a lifelike mini sculpture is engraved on the hilt.

"Finally succeeded." Shi Yue exhaled lightly, slightly pale.

A relieved smile appeared on his face.

The process of refining the spirit of the monster into a spiritual weapon seems simple, but not every weapon refiner can do it. Generally speaking, it takes at least a weapon refiner with the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building to do it. It takes a lot of mana to refine the spirit of the monster into a spiritual weapon. It cannot be interrupted in the middle. Once interrupted, the spirit of the monster will be damaged. If Shi Yue's mana is not three times that of the cultivator of the same level, he can't do this.

Shi Yue pinched a spell with one hand, stretched out his hand and gently pointed at the Lihuo Sword. A crisp sword sound rang out, and the Lihuo Sword shook constantly, and a layer of red flames emerged on the sword body of the Lihuo Sword.

"Transformation." Shi Yue's spell changed and he shouted in a low voice.

The flames suddenly rose, and a giant fireball several feet in size appeared in front of Shi Yue, emitting a terrifying high temperature. A crisp strange cry sounded, and a red giant eagle several feet in size flew out of it, circling around Shi Yue.

Shi Yue nodded with satisfaction, and with a single hand gesture, the red giant eagle blurred and turned into a red flying sword, flew into his sleeve and disappeared.

This Lihuo Sword was refined with the spirit of a fourth-level demon bird, and its power must be greater than before.

Shi Yue put away the unused materials on the ground, wiped the sweat from his face, and closed his eyes.

He had collected all the materials for condensing the sword embryo, but in another hour, it would be the You hour, and he could not condense the sword embryo in one hour, so he could only condense the sword embryo tomorrow.

At the You hour, Xiancao Pavilion opened for business.

Shi Yue wrote a new sign and hung it at the door.

There are seven rules listed on the sign, each of which was written by Shi Yue after careful consideration.

First, we will not accept customers who spend less than 300,000 spiritual stones.

Second, customers who spend more than 1 million spiritual stones are junior VIPs and can reserve one thousand-year spiritual medicine at a time. Customers who spend more than 2 million spiritual stones are intermediate VIPs and can reserve five thousand-year spiritual medicines at a time. Customers who spend more than 3 million spiritual stones at a time can reserve ten thousand-year spiritual medicines at a time.

Third, junior and intermediate VIPs can only reserve ordinary spiritual medicines, and spiritual medicines with fire attributes cannot be reserved. Senior VIPs do not have this restriction, and everything is subject to the shopkeeper Li Mubai's statement.

Fourth, one-fifth of the transaction amount is used as a deposit.

Fifth, only medium-grade spiritual stones are accepted for settlement, and low-grade spiritual stones are not accepted.

Sixth, no bargaining is allowed, and the shopkeeper says how much is what.

Seventh, if you make trouble in the Immortal Grass Pavilion, regardless of your sect identity, you will bear the consequences yourself.

The above seven rules will be implemented from now on.

After careful calculation, Xiancao Pavilion has been closed for two months. After hearing the news that Xiancao Pavilion was open, many people came to wait outside Xiancao Pavilion early.

When they saw the content on the sign clearly, although they were a little uncomfortable, they still walked into Xiancao Pavilion.

Two men and two women, all of them were Jindan stage cultivators.

"Seniors, are you together?" Shi Yue asked curiously.

"No, I am Wang Mingde, the elder of Wang family in Qingmangling, Tang Dynasty. I want to talk to Li Xiaoyou about something. I wonder if Li Xiaoyou is convenient to move over to talk?" A wrinkled old man in yellow robe said with a smile on his face.

Behind the old man in yellow robe, followed a young man in blue shirt.

"Wang Family of Qingmang Ridge?" Shi Yue raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Senior Wang, I'm sorry, our Xiancao Pavilion does not do business with your Wang family, you can go to other spiritual herb shops!"

Wang Mingde smiled awkwardly and said apologetically: "Little friend Li, Wang Shuo is ignorant and offended you. I personally brought him to apologize. I hope that you will forgive Wang Shuo."

"Daoyou Li, I was reckless before. If you don't mind my mistakes, don't bother with me!" Wang Shuo hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to Shi Yue, and said apologetically with a very sincere tone.

Shi Yue's expression eased, and he said, "I didn't bother with you, but I don't want to do business with your Wang family, please go back!"

"Li Xiaoyou, I am Bai Zeyuan from the Bai family of Heilongtan in the Tang Dynasty. I have a business to discuss with you, Li Xiaoyou."

"I am Yang Rong from the Yang family of Xueyunling in Beiyan. I want to discuss something with you, Li Xiaoyou."

"I am Song Yue from the Song family of Guangling in the Western Han Dynasty. I want to discuss a business with you, Li Xiaoyou."

Seeing this, the other three people spoke up.

Shi Yue was about to answer when he heard this, but his ears moved. He turned his head and looked at Wang Mingde and asked, "Senior Wang, are you serious? I'm not interested in ordinary things."

"Of course, please give our Wang family a chance, Li Xiaoyou." Wang Mingde said solemnly, his eyes full of expectation.

"Okay! Senior Wang, come with me, the others will wait here first, Yan'er, make tea to entertain the seniors."

Shi Yue gave an order to Li Yan, and walked into the basement with Wang Mingde and Wang Shuo.

As soon as he entered the basement, Wang Mingde subconsciously released his spiritual sense, but when his spiritual sense touched the stone wall of the basement, it was bounced back.

Apparently, some kind of formation was set up in the basement to isolate spiritual sense.

A trace of fear flashed across Wang Mingde's eyes, and he thought to himself: "It seems that Li Mubai is even more powerful than the rumors say. Even my consciousness in the middle stage of Jindan can't detect it at all."

Shi Yue shook his sleeves at the stone door, and the stone door slowly closed.

"Senior Wang, no one here will hear our conversation. Take out the things! Let me see your Wang family's sincerity." Shi Yue's tone was very calm.

Wang Mingde didn't think it was wrong. He took out a green wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Shi Yue.

Shi Yue opened it and saw a purple-red grass inside, which exuded a strong fragrance.

"This is a 400-year-old purple flame grass. What does Senior Wang mean by this? Our Xiancao Pavilion sells spiritual herbs. You give me spiritual herbs because you think we don't have them?" Shi Yue looked a little disappointed and said lightly.

"Don't misunderstand, Li Xiaoyou. This purple flame grass is just a small token of my appreciation. Adding 10,000 spirit stones, this sincerity is enough, right?" Wang Mingde asked seriously.

Wang Shuo showed an envious look on his face when he heard this.

Shi Yue chuckled. Ordinary foundation-building cultivators might be tempted, but who is Shi Yue? Now he handles hundreds of thousands or even millions of spirit stones. He wants him to calm down with a 400-year-old purple flame grass and 10,000 spirit stones? Ridiculous.

"Senior Wang, it seems that we have nothing to talk about. Please come in!" Shi Yue made a gesture of invitation.

Wang Mingde raised his eyebrows and said, "Add 20,000 spirit stones, that should be enough, right?"

"Senior Wang, I think you have a misunderstanding about our Xiancao Pavilion! Xiancao Pavilion is not the spirit herb shop you visited before. Not to mention tens of thousands of spirit stones, even a hundred thousand spirit stones won't work. Do you think I'm short of spirit stones? If there's nothing else, then you should just leave!" Shi Yue said indifferently.