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

The next month, the first day of the month.

The night fell, and Shangchu City was shrouded in a deep darkness.

The moonlight was thin, and the streets were shadowy.

It was midnight now, and most of the shops in Shangchu City were closed except for the red-light district.

There were not many people walking on the street.

There was a house on the edge of the market, but people were coming in and out from time to time.

Song Wen, wearing a bull-head mask, appeared outside the house.

There were two guards standing in front of the house.

What surprised Song Wen was that judging from the aura of the two guards, the two men were actually in the God Transformation Stage, and were even stronger than him.

There were two God Transformation Stage cultivators stationed at the gate of a ghost market, and Song Wen couldn't help but look forward to the ghost market.

After showing the pass token given by Jiang Yushan, he was told that "it is forbidden to fight in the ghost market", and he entered the house gate smoothly.

The house looks ordinary from the outside, but there is something else inside.

The first thing that caught Song Wen's eyes was a bare stone mountain.

The stone mountain was only a hundred feet high.

There were some stalls scattered on it.

There were mountain paths connecting the stalls; on the paths, people flashed from time to time.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a circle of shops, brightly lit, and people coming and going in an endless stream.

At this moment, Song Wen finally understood why Jiang Yushan didn't dare to come in person.

All the shops in this ghost market should be controlled by the three major families; and most of the customers in the ghost market should also be from the three major families.

When Jiang Yushan went out, he must have two guards accompanying him, which was too easy to recognize. He must have been recognized by someone in the ghost market.

Song Wen walked around the foot of the mountain, and after several comparisons, he walked into a shop called "Lingcaozhai".

"Excuse me, senior, what do you want to buy?" A servant came up.

Song Wen asked, "Does your store have Yinchen Water?"

The waiter was confused when he heard this, and he had obviously never heard of 'Yinchen Water'. He turned his head and looked at the counter on one side of the store.

Inside the counter stood a male cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage, who should be the owner.

The owner saw this and came out of the counter and came to Song Wen.

"I wonder if it would be convenient for you to introduce 'Yinchen Water' in detail."

Song Wen shook his head slightly, and did not continue to ask about Yinchen Water, and changed the subject.

"Does your store have Kuyuan Grass?"

The owner said, "My store does not have Kuyuan Grass. However, I know where I can find this thing."

He stopped talking here, but stared at Song Wen with a half-smile on his face.

Song Wen immediately understood what the other party meant. Suddenly, there were hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones in front of him, floating towards the owner.

The owner raised his hand and waved, and all the spirit stones disappeared.

"Thank you for the reward, senior." The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face, "Six months ago, a plant of withered Yuan grass appeared on the stall of a casual cultivator. It was seven or eight hundred years old. Later, this withered Yuan grass was bought by a man wearing a blood-colored ghost mask."

Song Wen's two exposed eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Are you kidding me?"

This news was almost worthless to Song Wen. He couldn't track down the whereabouts of the 'person with the blood-colored ghost mask'.

The shopkeeper smiled faintly, "Senior, don't worry. The person who bought the withered Yuan grass, I just happen to recognize him."

Song Wen understood the other party's intention, and took out five high-quality spirit stones and handed them to the other party.

"Now you can tell me."

After accepting the spirit stones, the shopkeeper finally stopped keeping the secret.

"The person who bought the withered Yuan grass is Ye, the shopkeeper of Dandingxuan."

"Where is Dandingxuan?" Song Wen asked.

The shop owner said, "Dandingxuan is in the ghost market, on the other side of the stone mountain."

Song Wen looked at the other party with some doubt. This news came too smoothly.

"Are you lying to me?"

The shop owner said, "Don't worry, senior, I won't lie. You can find out the truth by asking at Dandingxuan. If it is false, I will return ten times the spiritual stones."

Song Wen left the shop and walked along the foot of the mountain.

Not long after, he came to Dandingxuan, which is a shop selling elixirs.

"Excuse me, where is your shopkeeper?" Song Wen asked a maid.

"Please wait a moment, senior. I will go to ask the shopkeeper." After the maid finished speaking, she walked to a corridor inside the shop and walked to the backyard.

After a while, an old man in the Nascent Soul stage walked out, came to Song Wen, and said politely.

"Daoyou, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Song Wen said, "I heard that Daoyou Ye has a Kuyuan grass, so I came to buy it."

The kindness on the old man's face disappeared, and his tone became a little cold.

"Who are you, Daoyou? Why do you know my name and know that I have Kuyuan grass? Have you investigated me?"

"Daoyou, don't blame me, it's the owner of Lingcaozhai. He saw you buy Kuyuan grass with his own eyes." Song Wen was slightly happy, what the owner of Lingcaozhai said was true. However, he still sold him out without hesitation, who asked him to ask for spiritual stones twice!

The old man's eyes slightly stern, "It's him."

Song Wen said, "Do you plan to sell Kuyuan grass?"

The old man said, "It depends on whether Daoyou can give a price that satisfies me."

Song Wen said, "Do you think it's convenient for you to let me check the Kuyuan grass first?"

"Of course." A jade box suddenly appeared in the old man's hand.

The jade box opened slightly, and a five-inch-tall magical medicine appeared.

The elixir was as black as ink and exuded a palpitating aura.

"Please ask fellow Taoist to give you a price." Song Wen looked like he was not short of spiritual stones.

The old man said, "Five hundred high-grade spiritual stones."

Song Wendao said, "My fellow Taoist is setting the price like this, but it's a bit too high."

The old man smiled calmly, "Those who are destined to get the treasure will get it. If my fellow Taoist can't get the spiritual stone, then it means there is no destiny."

Song Wendao said, "Fifty high-grade spiritual stones. Although Kuyuancao is an extremely rare fifth-level elixir, it contains highly poisonous substances. If fellow Taoist cannot take action, it will be smashed into your hands."

The old man said, "Four hundred."

After several pulls, Song Wen finally bought the withered grass for the price of one hundred and sixty high-grade spiritual stones.

Song Wen asked after the transaction was completed.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, have you ever heard of Yin Chen Shui?"

The old man frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

"I seem to have heard of this thing before. However, it was a long time ago and I can't remember it for the moment."

Song Wendao said, "Please think about it carefully, fellow Taoist. This thing is very important to me. If fellow Taoist Ye can provide some clues, I will be very grateful."

"I'm not trying to ask for favors from you." The old man said slowly, "I remembered it. More than a hundred years ago, I heard about this thing from an elder in the family. However, that elder also I just heard people mention it. Moreover, he heard it mentioned in Yunyin City, not in Qianchang Wasteland."

Song Wen knew that Yunyin City was at the other end of the Chi family's teleportation array.

This means that if Song Wen wants to find the whereabouts of Yin Chenshui, he must first leave the Qianchang Wasteland.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for telling me." Song Wen said with cupped hands.