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The Wolong Mountains are located in the northwest of Beiyan. They are named after the mountains that resemble a giant dragon lying down.

In the northeast corner of the Wolong Mountains, there is a Wanshe Valley. It is said that there are tens of thousands of poisonous snakes growing in the valley. Woodcutters and hunters dare not approach it at all. It is said that those poisonous snakes are spiritual beasts domesticated by immortals. Some villagers have seen immortals flying into the Wanshe Valley on clouds.

As a result, the villagers dare not enter the Wanshe Valley to avoid colliding with the immortals.

The secular people were not wrong. There are indeed immortals in the Wanshe Valley, but not one, but a group.

The Wanshe Valley is actually a market. There were poisonous snakes everywhere, but later they were all killed by immortals. The people of Ziyanmen took the lead in occupying the Wanshe Valley and sent a Jindan-stage cultivator and hundreds of low-level disciples to be stationed in the Wanshe Valley.

The Divine Weapon Conference held every fifty years is held in the Wanshe Valley. Refiners from all over the world rush to the Wanshe Valley to compete with other refiners.

As the Divine Weapon Conference approaches, most of the shops in Wanshe Valley have been converted into material stores, selling various refining materials. Some merchants with good vision have already bought a large number of refining materials and made a lot of money.

The bustling streets are crowded with immortal cultivators, who are generally not very old and are mostly refiners.

"Shi Daoyou, hurry up, if you go too late, the registration will be closed." A handsome young man in red urged.

"Chen Daoyou, why are you in a hurry! The registration will not be closed until tomorrow!" A handsome young man in white said nonchalantly, looking at the shops on the left and right from time to time.

The young man in white is Shi Yue, and the young man in red is a refiner he met on the road. His surname is Chen and his name is Yan.

According to Chen Yan, he came from Dongli Country and traveled to Beiyan. When he heard the news of the Divine Weapon Conference, he rushed to Wanshe Valley.

Shi Yue had never heard of Dongli Country. The reason why he went on the road with Chen Yan was because Chen Yan's weapon refining skills were extremely high. Shi Yue got a lot of inspiration from exchanging weapon refining experiences with Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was young and had reached the late stage of foundation building. Although he did not clearly state his origins, Shi Yue guessed that Chen Yan was a disciple from a certain immortal sect who came out to practice. Taixu Sect also had similar regulations.

"Register early so that you can feel more at ease. If you miss this opportunity, you can only watch others refine weapons. That would be boring." Chen Yan urged, quickening his pace.

Shi Yue chuckled and quickly followed.

Not long after, the two came to the door of a green pavilion more than ten feet high.

Shenbing Pavilion is the name of this pavilion, and there was a long queue at the door.

"The registration fee of 20,000 spirit stones is only rewarded to the top ten. After deducting the weapon refining materials, the organizer of a Shenbing Conference can earn at least hundreds of thousands of spirit stones." Shi Yue thought secretly.

"Shi boy, if you have the ability, you can also hold a conference, and you also need to charge a registration fee of 20,000 spirit stones, isn't that enough!" Xiaoyaozi's voice rang in Shi Yue's ears.

"I think the key is that someone is willing to participate." Shi Yue disagreed.

Not long after, Shi Yue followed Chen Yan into the attic.

In the bright and spacious hall, there was a rectangular green wooden table. A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a handsome face sat behind the wooden table, responsible for registering the weapon refiners.

After paying the registration fee, the weapon refiner can get a red token.

Soon, Shi Yue came to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

He took out the prepared storage bag from his arms and handed it over.

The middle-aged scholar scanned the spiritual stones in the storage bag with his spiritual sense, nodded, threw a red token to Shi Yue, and said: "Remember to gather at the square at noon tomorrow. The weapon refining competition will be held in the square at that time. The token represents the qualification to participate in the competition. Only the token is recognized, not the person."

The front of the red token is engraved with the two big characters "divine weapon", and the back is engraved with the five big characters "three hundred and twenty-seven".

After walking out of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Chen Yan glanced at the bustling streets and said excitedly: "Friend Shi, I heard that every time the Divine Weapon Conference is held, many big shops open shops at the venue. The forces behind these big shops are huge and the goods are complete. Let's go and have a look together!"

"No, I have some private matters to do. Let's go separately! How about meeting at Manfulou in two hours?" Shi Yue tactfully refused.

Chen Yan was a little disappointed, but he still agreed: "Okay! See you in Manfulou in two hours."

He walked towards the street on the left, and soon, Chen Yan disappeared in the vast crowd.

Shi Yue glanced at Chen Yan's departing back and walked towards the street on the right.

The shops on both sides of the street were mostly shops selling refining materials, and there were many refining materials that Shi Yue had never heard of.

He carefully discovered that the cultivators in Wanshe Valley were dressed differently and had different accents, obviously from different countries.

The Divine Weapon Conference can attract so many foreign cultivators to participate, it seems that there must be something unique about it.

In addition to the shops selling materials, there are also several spiritual herb shops, but the shelves are all ordinary spiritual medicines, and the age is not high, the oldest is only four hundred years old.

Of course, this is because the spiritual herb shops are relatively small.

Shi Yue walked into a spiritual herb shop. The shopkeeper was an old man in a gray robe with a goatee.

As soon as he entered the door, the old man in the gray robe came up to him and said enthusiastically: "Senior, what do you want to see? Do you want me to introduce it to you?"

"I can just take a look myself." Shi Yue's eyes swept towards the shelf. Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He walked to the shelf and pointed to a white ginseng about a foot long and asked: "Shopkeeper, how much is this spiritual medicine?"

Some black spots can be vaguely seen on the white ginseng, and the rhizome is relatively thick.

"Are you talking about this white jade ginseng? This white jade ginseng is three hundred years old and costs one thousand seven hundred spiritual stones."

"Why does your white jade ginseng have some black spots? What are the black spots? It won't affect the efficacy of the medicine!" Shi Yue said with some displeasure.

"This white jade ginseng is like this when it was dug out. Maybe it got stained with some liquid during transportation! Let's put it this way! One thousand five hundred spirit stones." The gray-robed old man explained vaguely, reducing the price by two hundred spirit stones.

Shi Yue nodded and said, "This white jade ginseng..."

"I want it." A somewhat rough voice suddenly sounded.

Shi Yue raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice. He saw a burly and bearded man standing at the door. The man was carrying a long knife and had a face full of flesh. He looked ferocious.

Judging from the spiritual pressure on him, he was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

"Everything is based on first come first served. I was the first to see this white cloud ginseng." Shi Yue said coldly, taking out fifteen medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and handing them to the gray-robed old man.

The next update will be in the afternoon.