Mortal Seeking Immortal

Just when Ye Zhou passed by the trading area, he found a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the trading area, seemingly watching the excitement. Through the gap between the people, Ye Zhou happened to see a familiar burly man holding a 'black python demon beast' inner pill in one hand and grabbing the thin stall owner who was selling the inner pill with the other hand.

The burly man was so angry that his face turned red, and he shouted that the stall owner was selling fake goods and sold him the red python demon pill as the black python demon beast inner pill.

The stall owner stiffened his neck and argued loudly: "Nonsense! You are talking nonsense! I have never sold any black python demon beast inner pills. I have always sold red python demon pills. If you don't believe me, look for yourself!"

After that, the stall owner pointed to a fist-sized wrinkled cloth next to his stall, on which the six words 'sell red python demon pills' the size of rice grains could be vaguely seen.

The burly man was so angry that he laughed: "Is this your sign? People who don't know would think it's a rag! Pay me, or you can see if your little body can withstand my beating!"

The stall owner said excitedly: "What money? You want to buy the inner elixir of the black python monster with only thirty spirit stones, you are dreaming!"

Someone in the crowd seemed to recognize the stall owner, and hurriedly stood up and said: "Wu Ergou, you are cheating again! What? Didn't you learn your lesson from the two front teeth knocked out last time?"

It turned out that his front teeth were knocked out by someone. Ye Zhou couldn't help but think of the missing front teeth of the stall owner, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Walking through the crowd, Ye Zhou walked straight to the rest area.

Back to the remote hut he rented with spirit stones before, Ye Zhou couldn't wait to close the doors and windows, carefully took out the things he bought today from the storage bag, and threw the mess into the trash can, leaving only the seemingly ordinary "wooden bead".

Ye Zhou looked at the ‘wooden bead’ with sparkling eyes, and his expression became slightly excited.

“No mistake, this is the seed of the wood root fruit.”

If Ye Zhou had not had an amazing memory and liked to study alchemy, and had read a lot of books about spiritual herbs, he would probably not have recognized the wood root fruit seeds that had disappeared from the world of immortal cultivation for a long time.

The wood root fruit is a rare spiritual fruit that is needed when building the foundation of the heavenly way. Of course, there are many natural materials and treasures needed to build the foundation of the heavenly way, and the wood root fruit is just one of them.

The wood root fruit can also replace several natural materials and treasures used when building the foundation of the earthly way. In the eyes of many cultivators, it is priceless!

However, due to the increasingly thin spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation, the wood root fruit has been extinct in the world of immortal cultivation tens of thousands of years ago.

Only a few ancient cultivators’ relics may still have some wood root fruits. Could it be that the stall owner is really a local farmer in the world of immortal cultivation, and he really got the seeds from the tomb of an unknown ancient cultivator?

If this seed is obtained by others, it is actually worthless. It cannot cultivate the wood root fruit. A single seed is useless.

The growth conditions of the wood root fruit are extremely harsh. Some seniors with high cultivation in the world of immortal cultivation have tried to cultivate the wood root fruit, but they have not been able to cultivate it in the end for various reasons.

"However, they can't cultivate it, but I have the little gourd, it's not easy to cultivate it!"

Ye Zhou's heart was beating wildly!

This also means that he has great hope for the foundation building of the earth, and as for the foundation building of the supreme heaven, there is also a glimmer of hope.

However, because the fruit of this wood root fruit cannot be placed for more than three days after it matures, no matter where it is placed, Ye Zhou plans to cultivate it when he wants to swallow it.

After carefully putting away the wood root fruit, Ye Zhou immediately swallowed the pill and began to meditate and practice the "Nameless Residual Art".

The time of cultivation passed in a flash. Ye Zhou has been here for two days. During these two days, Ye Zhou did not receive any notification from the old man.

Just when he was wondering if the cultivators here were too poor and no one could afford it, the sound transmission note in the storage bag suddenly flew in front of Ye Zhou, and the old man's surprised voice came from the sound transmission note.

"Please bring the yellow stone grass to the last hut as soon as possible. The buyers have arrived."

Ye Zhou was slightly excited when he heard it, and immediately put on the tiger mask and rushed to the hut.

Entering the hut again, Ye Zhou found that in addition to the old man, there were four or five cultivators wearing masks standing in the hut this time. Seeing Ye Zhou coming in, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Zhou.

When the old man saw Ye Zhou, he stood up and walked towards Ye Zhou with joy and respect: "You are finally here. These people have been waiting here for a long time."

When Ye Zhou was wondering how to divide his three yellow stone grass among five people, a monk standing on Ye Zhou's left hand side wearing a hideous ghost mask looked at Ye Zhou. Seeing that Ye Zhou was not tall and looked like a teenager, he spoke first: "Is he the seller?"

The old man nodded: "Yes."

The ghost-faced monk said arrogantly: "Listen carefully, I want your three yellow stone grass for five hundred spirit stones!"

"Tsk."

Before Ye Zhou could speak, a slight sneer came from Ye Zhou's right hand side, as if he was making fun of the ghost-faced monk. Ye Zhou glanced at the man and saw that he was tall and slender, wearing a wolf mask, and looked like a young man.

The ghost-faced monk shouted, "Are you looking for death?"

The wolf-faced monk chuckled and said, "You still know that I am laughing at you? It seems that you also know that the 500 spirit stones you offered are a joke."

Hearing this, everyone in the room laughed, including Ye Zhou. He couldn't help but feel good about this wolf-faced monk, because he didn't want to cheat him just because he was a teenager.

Then a female monk wearing a rabbit mask said, "I'll offer 600 spirit stones."

Not to be outdone, the other two people said one after another: "I will give you six hundred and twenty spiritual stones."

"I will give you six hundred and thirty spirit stones."

The ghost-faced monk became anxious when he saw this, and hurriedly said: "I will give you six hundred and fifty spiritual stones!"

At this time, the wolf-faced monk spoke again: "I will give you six hundred and fifty-one spiritual stones."

The ghost-faced monk glared at the wolf-faced monk. This man was obviously looking for trouble with him. He wanted to take off the wolf-faced monk's mask and see who was hiding behind the mask!

The atmosphere in the hut suddenly became tense.

The old man stood up and coughed slightly, breaking the solemn atmosphere: "Are there any customers willing to increase the price? If there are no more, then these three 500-year-old yellow stone grass will be sold for 651 spiritual stones. ”

The ghost-faced monk hurriedly said: "Who said no one will raise the price! I will offer 680 spiritual stones!"

The wolf-faced monk continued: "Six hundred and eighty-one spiritual stones."

It seems that these two people are at loggerheads.

The ghost-faced monk roared angrily: "I offer you seven hundred spiritual stones, but I don't believe you are still following me!"

Unexpectedly, the wolf-faced monk Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Then I will give you seven hundred and one spiritual stones."

The other three people who were watching looked at each other and it seemed that the three 500-year-old yellow stone grass had no chance with them today. They sighed secretly and left the hut.