The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Just now, after Shuangjiang said that she had paid back the cause and effect, Su Jingzhe clearly felt that she had some subtle changes.

He quietly glanced at the Shuangjiang column on the gold finger panel.

The relationship was still non-hostile and had not changed, which made him feel relieved.

But he had to do something, even if he couldn't increase the level of empathy, at least maintain it.

However, if Zhang Xiu saw this scene, I'm afraid...

At this time, Shuangjiang looked at the jade pendant handed over by Su Jingzhe, and her eyes changed slightly again.

To her, a jade pendant without any energy fluctuations was no different from garbage.

She felt that Su Jingzhe's behavior was really childish.

But after taking a deep breath, she still chose to take it.

Su Jingzhe was so stupid but rare and pure, she didn't want to destroy it.

Being in such a big dye vat at the bottom of the cultivation world, he could maintain a pure heart, which was indeed precious.

Without saying any words of thanks, Shuangjiang sat cross-legged on the stone bed and adjusted his breath.

Empathy 2

Empathy 2

Empathy 2

But she was not calm at this time, and it was still reflected in the points.

The small golden words flashed, and the remaining available points on the panel directly reached 91 points!

One step closer to the 100-point mark.

Then Su Jingzhe put away the Qi-recovering pills that were still placed next to the furnace.

"Girl, take a good rest. I will deal with these pills. When they are exchanged for spirit stones, I said I would give you half."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the quiet room and closed the door without waiting for Shuangjiang to respond.

Empathy 2

Remaining available points: 93

After going out, the small golden words flashed again.

Su Jingzhe smiled slightly and quickly returned to the kitchen.

He took out the exercises he had just obtained.

The haze in his heart was swept away.

The dantian still needs to be repaired, but during this period, these two exercises will become his temporary support.

With the existence of the golden finger, he believes that he can achieve something whether the environment is in line with it or not.

"The Scales of Python"

Su Jingzhe understood both techniques a little bit, and soon made a decision.

"Now, if I want to increase my strength as quickly as possible, body training is undoubtedly more suitable."

After quickly memorizing both techniques, he destroyed them directly.

This technique is common in Shuangjiang's eyes, but it is probably a treasure in Linjiang City.

There must be no possibility of exposure.

It was noon, and Su Jingzhe was not anxious to practice the Scales of Python.

After taking a look at the quiet room, he walked out of the school.

Although Zhang Xiu's sister-in-law said that the city was not peaceful recently, he couldn't really stay out.

It was broad daylight now, and even if someone would not keep order, they would probably be more restrained.

Not long after walking out of the school, he flashed into a dark corner with no one around.

When he came out again, he was already covered in a black robe.

This is the common dress of people walking in the world of immortal cultivation.

One is to keep the mystery and prevent people from discovering their true identity, and the other is to shock!

Nowadays, Linjiang City is full of people of all kinds, and no one wants to provoke a mysterious person whose identity and depth are unknown.

If he hits a wall, he will be in big trouble.

After changing into this outfit, Su Jingzhe went straight to the Jubao Pavilion in Linjiang City.

The Jubao Pavilion is located next to Huayue Tower.

Regarding the Jubao Pavilion, Su Jingzhe has heard two sayings.

First: Wherever there are cultivators, there is a Jubao Pavilion!

Second: As long as there are enough spirit stones, you can buy anything you want!

Yes, it's that crazy.

Su Jingzhe knows that this statement may be exaggerated, but it can also fully illustrate the power of the Jubao Pavilion.

At least the status of the Jubao Pavilion and Huayue Tower is indeed somewhat transcendent in Linjiang City.

Su Jingzhe, who was covered in a black robe, soon arrived at the door of the Jubao Pavilion.

Along the way, his outfit did not attract anyone's attention.

Because along the way, he had met six or seven people dressed like him.

The Jubao Pavilion in Linjiang City has only three floors. There is no guard at the door, and anyone can enter.

This also fully demonstrates their confidence.

No one dares to mess around here.

Su Jingzhe went directly into it. The first floor was very spacious, with ten trading windows.

You can buy or sell.

Su Jingzhe chose the window near the inside and lined up patiently.

After about an incense stick of time, the three people in front of him just finished the transaction.

Su Jingzhe lowered the brim of his hat and walked forward.

He took out two jade bottles directly from the storage bag.

"Sell!"

Su Jingzhe said only two words in a hoarse voice.

A female disciple of the Jubao Pavilion in the window took Su Jingzhe's jade bottle expressionlessly.

As soon as it was opened, a wisp of medicinal fragrance came out, and the latter's face suddenly changed, and her expression became serious.

"This is... Huiqi Pill!

The other bottle is also... defective."

She muttered to herself and cast her eyes on Su Jingzhe.

"You want to sell all of them?"

Su Jingzhe nodded: "Let's do the math."

At this time, he acted calm, but he was looking forward to it.

He knew that elixirs were expensive in the world of immortal cultivation, but he was still not sure how many spirit stones a Qi-restoring pill could sell for.

"Your six finished Qi-restoring pills can be counted as 60 low-grade spirit stones.

In addition, these four defective pills can be counted as 12 low-grade spirit stones, a total of 72. What do you think?"

At this time, the woman spoke very politely.

Of course, she also knew that the person who could take out so many Qi-recovering pills at one time must be an alchemist.

There is an unwritten rule in Jubao Pavilion.

All special professions such as alchemists, weapon refiners, and talisman masters must not be offended.

"Seventy-two? I heard that there are many explorers in Qingfeng Mountain recently, and the price of this kind of pill should increase."

Su Jingzhe's hoarse voice sounded again.

As serious as Zhang Xiu's sister-in-law said, there will definitely be fierce fighting on Qingfeng Mountain, and consumables such as Qi-recovering pills will definitely be in short supply.

The woman hurriedly said again: "Daoyou, I have already given you the highest price for your finished pills and inferior pills.

How about this, ten pills, a total of seventy-five low-grade spirit stones, what do you think?"

In fact, Su Jingzhe was already ecstatic at this time.

This price was beyond his expectation, which was almost a ten-fold return.

No wonder the alchemist has such a terrifying status.

Su Jingzhe nodded calmly: "Give me fifty low-grade spirit stones, and the rest can be exchanged for equivalent medicinal materials."

When these words came out, the woman was also excited.

In exchange for medicinal materials, doesn't this mean that there is a chance for long-term cooperation?

"Okay, fellow Taoist, please wait a moment."

Su Jingzhe came out of the Jubao Pavilion soon.

At this time, there were already fifty low-grade spirit stones and twenty-five medicinal materials in his storage bag.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had such a huge amount of money.

The rent problem was solved in an instant, and he still felt a little dreamy until this moment.

The future is promising!

"Uncle, come up and play!"

When I was excited, a charming and numb voice suddenly sounded in my ears.