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Beiyan, Bailing Valley.

Shi Yue strolled on the bustling streets with a faint smile on his face.

After Wu Feng was promoted, his flying speed increased a lot. It took him half a month to get from Sanxin Market to Bailing Valley.

Not long after, Shi Yue came to a beautiful pavilion with three big characters "Bailing Pavilion" written on the plaque.

Shi Yue smiled and walked in.

He did not use the VIP token given by Lin Haoran. Li Mubai's identity was too sensitive, and many people knew Li Mubai. If other people knew that Li Mubai went to Beiyan to purchase spiritual medicine, it might expose the secret of the Heavenly Pearl. Shi Yue did not intend to take this risk.

He was using his true appearance now. Anyway, no one knew Shi Yue, and his purchase of spiritual medicine would not arouse suspicion.

Shi Yue waited for a while on the second floor. Two foundation-building cultivators came down from the third floor, and he walked up.

"I am Lin Haoran, the shopkeeper of Bailing Pavilion. What's your name, fellow Daoist?" Lin Haoran walked over quickly and said with a smile.

"My last name is Shi. I have a batch of spiritual medicines that I want to sell. I wonder how many spiritual stones are you willing to pay for them?" Shi Yue said straight to the point.

More than 1,600 hundred-year-old spiritual medicines should be able to sell for one million spiritual stones.

If he was not in a hurry to repay the debt to Tongfenglou, Shi Yue would have sold this batch of spiritual medicines in Xiancao Pavilion.

"A batch of hundred-year-old spiritual medicines? I wonder how many you have? What kind of spiritual medicines are they? Take them out and let Lin take a good look, so that I can give you a price." Lin Haoran said sincerely.

Shi Yue took out a green storage bag from his arms and threw it to Lin Haoran.

Lin Haoran scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that there were hundreds of wooden boxes inside. He swallowed his saliva and breathed a little quickly.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, are they all hundred-year-old spiritual medicines?" Lin Haoran's tone was a little heavy.

There are at least 500 wooden boxes and 500 hundred-year-old spiritual medicines in the storage bag. This is not a small amount. Bailing Pavilion has never done such a large business.

"Well, please count quickly, fellow Daoist Lin. I have something important to do." Shi Yue urged.

There are 600 hundred-year-old spiritual medicines in the storage bag. According to the price of hundred-year-old spiritual medicines on the market, they are worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones. If Shi Yue was not worried about arousing the covetousness of Bailingmen, he would like to sell more than 1,600 hundred-year-old spiritual medicines at one time to save him from running around.

Lin Haoran agreed and gave an order to the servants downstairs.

Not long after, ten servants came up, and a young maid brought a cup of fragrant tea. After putting down the cup, the maid retreated.

Lin Haoran emptied all the wooden boxes in the storage bag and asked ten attendants to count them. He chatted with Shi Yue and quietly inquired about Shi Yue's background. Shi Yue was vague and did not reveal his origins.

The ten attendants were very fast. In less than half an hour, they finished the count.

"Uncle Lin, there are a total of 600 hundred-year-old spiritual medicines. The types of spiritual medicines include Rehmannia glutinosa, Jade Luohua... Purple Fucao, a total of 35 kinds, all of which are commonly used hundred-year-old spiritual medicines." The leading attendant said respectfully.

"I know, you go down! What happened today, keep it to yourself. You have never met Fellow Daoist Shi, so you are not allowed to talk about what happened today. Do you understand?" Lin Haoran ordered meaningfully.

"Disciple understands, disciples take their leave." The ten attendants said in unison and bowed and retreated.

Lin Haoran hesitated for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi, these spiritual medicines are commonly used spiritual medicines. We offer 600 spiritual stones per plant. What do you think?"

"No, your price is too low, 700 spiritual stones per plant. These spiritual medicines are put on the market, and each plant costs at least 800 spiritual stones. Even if it is 700 spiritual stones per plant, you still have a profit of 100 spiritual stones." Shi Yue bargained.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, you can't say that. We have dozens of cultivators in Bailing Pavilion who need food and clothing. The profit of 100 spiritual stones is not enough to pay the salaries of those low-level disciples! Let's each take a step back and offer 650 spiritual stones per plant. How about that?"

Shi Yue hesitated for a moment and agreed.

"Congratulations, Shi! This is 390,000 spiritual stones! There are more than 1,000 hundred-year spiritual herbs in your storage bag! According to the price of 650 spiritual stones, that is 650,000 spiritual stones, which adds up to 1.04 million spiritual stones. Wow, you are really rich." Xiaoyaozi's voice sounded in Shi Yue's ears.

"No matter how rich I am, it's my own. I don't owe you spiritual stones now. Besides, to redeem that batch of spiritual herbs, I need 1.32 million spiritual stones. Calculated, there is still a shortfall of 280,000 spiritual stones!" Shi Yue communicated with Xiaoyaozi with his spiritual sense.

Lin Haoran took out a blue storage bag from his arms, handed it to Shi Yue, and said: "This is 390,000 spiritual stones, Fellow Daoist Shi, please count it."

Shi Yue scanned it with his spiritual sense, confirmed that it was correct, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Shopkeeper Lin, goodbye, if there are more hundred-year spiritual herbs next time, Shi will definitely sell them to your Bailing Pavilion." Shi Yue left after leaving a word.

Lin Haoran showed an ecstatic look on his face, and personally escorted Shi Yue out of Bailing Pavilion.

After leaving Bailing Pavilion, it was already dark, but fortunately the lights in Bailing Valley were bright. Shi Yue was not in a hurry to leave Bailing Valley. He found a teahouse and ordered a few plates of spiritual cakes and a pot of spiritual tea.

"Shi boy, don't just focus on eating! Jin'er and Yin'er are starving, remember to buy them some low-level spiritual grains, they are staring at the hive of soul-eating bees! They can't move their eyes away." Xiaoyaozi's voice sounded in Shi Yue's ears.

"I know, later!" Shi Yue smiled bitterly and agreed. Now the rations of Jin'er and Yin'er are also a considerable expense.

"Have you heard that the rewards of this Divine Weapon Conference are very tempting! I can't help but want to participate." A blue-shirted young man at the next table said casually.

"Come on! With your level of refining, you were eliminated in the first round, let alone entering the finals. Besides, the registration fee is 20,000 spiritual stones. Can you afford it?" A middle-aged man said disapprovingly.

Shi Yue's expression moved, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

These days, he often heard the Northern Yan cultivators talking about the "Divine Weapon Conference", and he didn't know what this Divine Weapon Conference was for.

He hesitated for a moment, and asked the young man in blue at the next table: "Fellow Daoist, I am Li Mu. I wonder if you can tell me about the Divine Weapon Conference. I often hear people talking about the Divine Weapon Conference recently. What exactly is this Divine Weapon Conference?"

"Fellow Daoist Li is not a cultivator from Beiyan, right? Otherwise, you would not be unaware of the Divine Weapon Conference." The middle-aged man said meaningfully.

"I am indeed a cultivator from another country, traveling to Beiyan. I hope you can teach me. I will treat you to tea." Shi Yue said sincerely.