Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

"I've actually been tricked!"

"In this world of ghosts, honest people really suffer the most."

Chen Ci looked back at Fuhu Altar and felt quite sad. Just now, after he accidentally lost twenty taels of gold in the Internal Affairs Office, he learned that there was no way to get two hundred drops of blood essence in a month. Although the offerings are not too much, they are by no means at the bottom.

Niu Ji's inexplicable death was purely a human incident.

He forgot to take care of the internal affairs office.

But according to what the old Taoist said, Juan is also a real Juan. Those who are deep in Taoism and are old, their monthly blood supply exceeds 500, and goes straight to 1,000.

In just a few months, he has accumulated thirty to forty merit points. It can be said that as long as you are brave, you can take the merit points home.

There is no comparison at all.

"Sure enough, the Seven Kills Soul Talisman is like a grand prize. You just take it out and look at it. It's worth a thousand skills. Those old ghosts can fly up and it will take ten years to count them."

"Ten years. Hey."

Chen Ci smiled, but before a while, the corners of his mouth drooped.

He also said that at this rate, it would take him five or six years to exchange for three Tiger Evil Aperture-Breaking Pills, which was really half a dozen.

"The price of Baibao Tower in Xishan Mansion is too expensive. I don't know if we can talk about it. It is estimated that the amount of blood essence will not be very large, otherwise it would have been taken care of by those scroll kings."

For things like essence and blood, the more courageous you are, the lower the cost, and the more you can make.

Fuyun Mountain, Fuyunfang.

Chen Ci was familiar with the road. As expected, no one asked where he came from this time, so he naturally followed the others into the city.

He didn't hesitate and went straight to the Wanxiang Treasure Pavilion. He felt a little relieved when he saw that today's gold price was 1,062 taels, which could be exchanged for one spiritual pearl. It was a little cheaper than the last time he came.

Chen Ci exchanged the gold he carried for five spirit beads, and kept dozens of taels for loose use. His body suddenly became much stiffer, and he even dared to walk around the Vientiane Treasure Pavilion.

If you say that this money is a man's courage, you will not deceive me.

It's just that I'm a little less courageous.

A magical weapon embryo that can be refined to the thirty-sixth level of prohibition is a very delicate and compact bronze mirror that can be used with various divine light magical weapons and costs eighty spirit beads.

A magical weapon embryo that can be refined to seventy-two levels of prohibition, a colorful cloud made of unknown sources, suitable for body protection and flying magical weapons, priced at five hundred spirit beads!

This is a blank slate magic weapon, a simple tool blank. If you want to use it, you have to refine it yourself.

Chen Ci's eyes widened.

Wouldn’t my statue of the Five Rams Gods be sold for a good price?

Sent!

"This master, do you need your servant to explain something?"

When he was thinking about how much this statue of the Five Rams Gods was worth, suddenly a female voice sounded softly behind him. When he turned around, he saw a round-faced maid in palace attire, who looked very pleasant.

Perhaps because he had been standing in front of the magical artifact embryo for a while, Chen Ci did not refuse and asked with a smile: "What is this colorful cloud? I have never seen it before, so it feels a bit strange."

"This is a Caixia utensil made by the master in the pavilion using Yungen stone essence as the base, picking up the morning glow every day, and spending ten years practicing it. The breath is the purest, flawless and unsullied."

The round-faced maid explained: "Not only will the clouds surround you when you use it, but if the essence of thunder and rain is blended into it, it will also be of great benefit to the practice of thunder."

Chen Ci: "Oh"

Although I didn't understand it, it didn't stop me from nodding.

"In addition to collecting gold, do you also collect magic weapons?"

The round-faced maid must have encountered this kind of problem many times, so she was not surprised. She smiled sweetly and said: "Master, if it is iron ore, the pavilion will accept it, and the price is reasonable, but the magic weapon will not be accepted. I hope Forgive me."

"That's it."

Chen Ci touched his chin, and there happened to be a piece of evil iron. It was useless to keep it, so it was better to take action.

"It's a piece of iron, of low quality, weighs one catty and one tael, and costs thirty-eight taels and seven gold."

"If the customer does not make a move, 10% of the appraisal fee will be charged."

Chen Ci smiled coquettishly. He just wanted to do it for free and let others identify the quality and price of his spiritual iron dagger. He quickly took it back after hearing this.

Decisively take the money and leave.

This Wanxiang Treasure Pavilion is probably not extremely rich.

Chen Ci tidied himself up and walked down the street of Fuyunfang towards the back hill with an indifferent expression. Looking around, he saw that some male monks were walking in a secretive and sneaky way, which was really degrading to their elegance.

Maybe Chen Ci looked like a veteran in his posture. The young men who led the way and served him did not come forward to ask, which made him feel a little lost, as if he was walking at night in brocade clothes.

He got richer tonight.

Sometimes being too mature is not a good thing.

When he arrived at Xishanfang, a familiar place with a mix of urban and rural areas, Chen Ci felt a little relaxed. After walking a few steps, a faint fragrance rushed up to him: "This gentleman has worked hard on the road, so he needs to take a break and have a sip of wine."

Chen Ci was also surprised. The service level of Xishanfang has declined?

When he looked down and thought for a moment, he smiled and said, "It turns out to be you. What a coincidence."

It turned out to be the young lady whose father betted her mother was sick last time.

"Happy sir, please don't play tricks on me."

This beautiful young lady bowed and managed her expression well in just a few seconds. It was half shy and half complaining, but not offensive.

"Easy to say."

Chen Ci touched it subconsciously, pinched a golden bean and threw it over: "Sir, let me go to the Baibao Building for a walk."

"What? This statue of the Five Rams Gods is only worth three spirit beads. You are so stupid."

Chen Ci's subconsciously raised tone suddenly stopped. He almost forgot that he was a qualified monk.

It's definitely not because of the store owner's cultivation level which is more than twice his.

The Baibao Building is said to be a building, but in fact it only has two floors. The shopkeeper is a male cultivator wearing a Baihua mask. He is dressed in Tsing Yi, but he sounds like he must be quite old.

"Your statue of the Five Rampant Gods has low restrictions, poor material, mottled aura, and the five ghosts are not very spiritual."

The shopkeeper raised his head and glanced at Chen Ci, and said calmly: "I don't know how many times I have passed, and I still need to practice again. Three spirit beads can be considered as making friends with you."

Ten levels of restrictions are not too low, okay?

But thinking about the shopkeeper's cultivation, Chen Ci decided not to speak.

"Shopkeeper, please add a little. You can add a little and fold it into blood essence for me."

The gap is so big that Chen Ci's teeth are almost broken: "Any magical weapon blank in the Wanxiang Treasure Pavilion contains dozens of spirit beads. You are too cruel to lower the price."

"Refining a magic weapon too many times will damage its quality, and there are a few wealthy monks who are willing to use second-hand magic weapons. It is still an evil weapon. I'm afraid it will be smashed into your hands if you keep it."

"How about I give in and take two hundred drops of blood?"

Chen Ci simply shook his head. At this price, it was better to let this statue of the Five Rams rot in the warehouse. After all, it was his first trophy and had some commemorative significance.

The shopkeeper raised his head and looked at Chen Ci for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Are you a monk from the Heshan Sect?"

Is this exposed?

Chen Ci was a little surprised, but he didn't deny it.

"Are you short of money?"

Seemingly sensing Chen Ci's doubts, the shopkeeper straightened up and smiled calmly: "This statue has a mottled aura. It obviously has more than one owner. In the end, it fell into your hands. I think I have some tricks. I have some money." It’s a quick way, why don’t you try it?”