Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Since the people living in Lishu City are all mortals and those with inferior spiritual roots, Song Wen searched for a long time before he found a large-scale cultivator shop.

Song Wen walked into the shop and was greeted by a maid.

"Senior, what would you like to buy?" the maid asked respectfully.

Song Wen glanced at her with disdain, and his tone revealed contempt.

"You are not worthy of receiving me, let the manager of your shop come out to see me."

The maid did not feel any displeasure at Song Wen's derogatory words.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is supreme.

With her humble strength, she has long been accustomed to being ordered around.

"Senior, wait a moment, I will go and ask the manager."

After the maid finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the backyard of the shop.

Not long after, led by the maid, an old man in the early stage of foundation building strode out.

"Daoyou, call me out, I wonder if you have any advice?" the old man said.

Song Wen pretended to be a foundation-building cultivator. Facing the old man, he naturally lost his previous arrogance. He bowed and said.

"I have a spiritual weapon and want to sell it. I wonder if your store will accept it?"

The old man said, "Of course I will. I don't know what spiritual weapon you want to sell. Can you take it out and let me see it?"

"This thing is a chicken rib for ordinary foundation-building cultivators. But for foundation-building cultivators who practice thunder magic, it is definitely a treasure." Song Wen said mysteriously.

While speaking, Song Wen turned his palm and a two-foot-long short spear suddenly appeared.

"This is it, fellow Taoist, please take a look." Song Wen handed the short spear to the old man.

The old man took the short spear and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

The old man frowned and looked embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me for my poor eyesight. I really can't tell what's so rare about this thing. Isn't it just an ordinary low-grade spiritual weapon?"

Song Wen grabbed the short spear, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

"You are really poor-sighted. This thing is an extremely rare spiritual weapon with thunder attribute. It is undoubtedly a great help to a foundation-building cultivator who practices thunder magic. I thought that the Lei family is famous for thunder magic, and there must be someone who knows the goods, so I came to Lishu City to sell it. I didn't expect to meet someone like you who doesn't know the goods."

Song Wen's tone was full of displeasure, and he turned around and walked out.

This short spear originally belonged to Lei Tianyu, and it came from the Lei family's weapon refining workshop.

The old man obviously knew this treasure, so how could he let Song Wen leave easily.

In a hurry, he moved hurriedly, crossed a distance of several feet, and blocked in front of Song Wen.

"Daoyou, don't be anxious. I was careless just now and failed to see the extraordinaryness of this thing. After hearing what you said, I also think this treasure is extraordinary."

Song Wen could only stop and said dissatisfiedly after being stopped by the old man.

"I think you didn't fail to see the extraordinaryness of this treasure, but deliberately belittled it in order to lower the price. When you shops buy spiritual objects, you often use such despicable means. How can I not understand it?"

As if Song Wen had revealed his thoughts, the old man smiled.

"Daoyou, you are really slandering me. Not all members of the Lei family practice thunder magic. I don't understand thunder magic, and it is normal for me to be wrong for a while."

After forcibly defending himself for a few sentences, the old man raised his hand and led to the backyard, and continued.

"Daoyou, how about we go to the backyard to discuss in detail?"

Song Wen shook his head, "Why bother so much. If you are willing to buy it, just quote a price. If the price is right, I will sell it to you; if it is not, the deal will be over."

What the old man was thinking was to try to hold Song Wen back and not let him leave; at the same time, he secretly sent someone to inform the family and asked the family to send someone to arrest Song Wen as soon as possible.

He saw that Song Wen was not easily fooled and was unwilling to follow him into the backyard. After a while, the old man came up with another plan.

"I am willing to offer 50,000 spirit stones. What do you think?"

"50,000? Are you serious?"

Song Wen stared at the other party with surprise, as if he was shocked by the price.

Ordinary low-grade spirit stones are sold for only four or five thousand spirit stones, and the price of the store will only be lower.

The 50,000 spirit stones offered by the old man are simply an astronomical figure.

"How could I deceive you, Daoist friend? Wait a moment, I'll ask someone to get the spirit stones right away, and we'll exchange the money and the goods."

The old man called a maid and whispered a few words.

The maid turned around and walked to the backyard.

Song Wen looked at the old man with suspicion and asked.

"Is this short spear really worth 50,000 spirit stones?"

"Of course, I've asked someone to get the spirit stones, can't you believe it?" said the old man.

Song Wen's eyes turned, and he seemed to suddenly realize something.

"You're not right. Whether this short spear is worth 50,000 spirit stones or not, you can't just offer such a high price."

Song Wen moved, and was about to bypass the old man and rush out of the store.

The old man's expression turned cold, and he attacked.

A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, piercing Song Wen's chest.

Facing this sudden sneak attack, Song Wen seemed a little unprepared. He hurriedly dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding the long sword, but crashed into the wooden rack used to display goods.

The wooden rack shattered instantly, and various low-level spiritual objects scattered all over the ground.

Song Wen also staggered and ran crookedly out of the store.

"Come on, stop him."

The old man only had the cultivation level of the initial stage of foundation building, while Song Wen showed the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building. He thought he was no match for him.

Two foundation-building guards rushed out from the backyard and chased Song Wen.

At this time, Song Wen had already fled to the street.

He soared into the air and flew high into the sky on his sword.

Two foundation-building guards chased Song Wen.

The old man did not chase him, he just waited in the shop.

About a dozen breaths later, a figure suddenly appeared in the shop. The person was a beautiful female cultivator.

"Did you send a message to the Law Enforcement Hall saying that the suspected murderer who killed Lei Tianyu appeared?" The female cultivator asked.

The old man saw the appearance of the person and bowed hurriedly.

"Report to Elder Lei Weiyue, someone just came to sell the spiritual weapon used by Lei Tianyu."

Although Lei Tianyu has been dead for 120 years, his father Lei Jun has never been able to let go of this matter.

Lei Jun felt like there was a thorn in his heart because he failed to kill the murderer who killed his son, making him unable to sleep or eat.

Therefore, after so many years, he never gave up on tracking down the real murderer and had been asking his clansmen to find clues.

That's why the old man could recognize at a glance that the short spear belonged to Lei Tianyu.

The female cultivator was named Lei Weiyue, a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, and she was the deputy hall master of the Lei family's law enforcement hall.

After receiving a report from her subordinates that the suspected murderer of Lei Tianyu appeared in Lishu City, she rushed here in person as soon as possible.

If the murderer of Lei Tianyu could be caught this time, it would undoubtedly win the appreciation of the head of the family, Lei Jun.

"Where is the person?" Lei Weiyue asked.

"My subordinates were incompetent and failed to stop him. However, Lei Da and Lei Hu have already chased him." The old man said.

"Which direction did they go?" Lei Weiyue said.

"East." The old man said.

Lei Weiyue's figure disappeared in the store.