Chapter 135: Ten Thousand Spiritual Stones

"Wanhua Xianfang?"

"Why does this name look a bit wrong?"

After finding the location of the Wanhua Xianfang closest to him, a thought flashed through He Song's mind.

But then he shook his head and put the thought aside.

I was going to sell the stolen goods.

Not to look for flowers.

No matter if it is called Wanhua Xianfang or what fairy place it is called.

It doesn't prevent me from selling spiritual rice and selling the stolen goods.

Finally, he looked back at the valley that was completely covered by the formation, and He Song's figure soared into the air and quickly rushed towards the location of Wanhua Xianfang.

Soon.

Only one day later, He Song's figure appeared at the entrance of Wanhua Xianfang.

At this time, He Song was covered with a black robe, and the Breath Containment Technique was running all the time to conceal his own breath.

This kind of dress instantly made He Song look mysterious.

However, people dressed like this would pass by from time to time around, and He Song's dress was not eye-catching.

He Song paused as he looked around.

Wanhua Xianfang.

It is named after the various spiritual flowers planted in the Xianfang.

Unlike other Xianfangs, the outer periphery of Wanhua Xianfang is not planted with spiritual rice.

Instead, there are beautiful and charming spiritual flowers.

Some of these spiritual flowers are used to make aromatherapy, some are used to put into spiritual wine, some are used for monks to bathe, and some

In short, spiritual flowers are very valuable.

He Song entered Wanhua Xianfang at this moment.

He smelled a strong fragrance instantly.

At this time, it was the season when hundreds of flowers bloomed. He Song looked at it and felt that he and the entire Wanhua Xianfang were in a sea of ​​flowers.

The spiritual flowers competed with each other in the flower fields, bringing an extremely strong visual impact.

However, He Song only paused when he saw this, and then he looked at the map placed at the entrance, which was dedicated to Wanhua Xianfang.

The map marked the various areas of Wanhua Xianfang and the location of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion where He Song was going.

Wanhua Xianfang.

There is also a Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

Although all the spiritual flowers are planted here, cultivators also need spiritual rice in their daily lives to increase their cultivation.

In the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion of Wanhua Xianfang, in addition to buying and selling spiritual flowers, spiritual rice is also bought and sold.

He Song glanced at the map.

After noting down the various areas of Wanhua Xianfang, He Song strode into Wanhua Xianfang.

This time.

He Song's cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training. His mood when he sold spiritual rice and sold stolen goods is very different from before.

Thinking back to the past.

When He Song sold spiritual rice for the first time, he was always cautious, fearing that he would be targeted.

Now that his cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training, although he is still cautious, his heart is much calmer than before.

At least, when his own strength is guaranteed, he is no longer afraid of those villains.

Even if he can't beat them.

He can still run.

With this mentality, He Song looks more confident.

Even the steps under his feet became a little lighter.

This is the benefit brought by his own strength.

Wanhua Xianfang.

Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

In the VIP room.

He Song took a sip of spiritual tea, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This place is worthy of being Wanhua Xianfang. Even the spiritual tea in the VIP room has a rich floral fragrance, which makes people linger.

"Friend Han, can the spiritual tea of ​​my Wanhua Xianfang be appreciated by you?"

Beside He Song, a wealthy young man with curved eyebrows and eyes saw He Song's satisfied expression and immediately asked.

This man's name is Fang He, and he is the steward of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion of Wanhua Xianfang. This time, He Song was received by him.

Facing a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training like He Song, even the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion did not dare to neglect him.

When He Song just stepped into the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, the spiritual pressure of the cultivator in the late stage of Qi training instantly startled him.

Then, He Song was directly welcomed into the VIP room.

Moreover, he, the steward of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, personally received him.

"Yes, such spiritual tea has a unique flavor even compared to the Bixian spiritual tea. Good tea, good tea."

Putting down the teacup, He Song complimented casually.

Then, he waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, a small cargo storage bag appeared on the table in front of He Song.

He Song came here not to drink tea.

But to sell spiritual rice.

Just take a sip of tea and give the host a face.

The most important thing is to sell spiritual rice.

"This is"

Fang He saw this, took a look, and after obtaining He Song's consent, he picked up the small cargo storage bag on the table.

Then, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

"One hundred and ten thousand catties of spiritual rice, is Fellow Daoist Han from a foundation-building family?"

When He Song came here, he still used the name Han Feiyu when introducing himself.

As for his real name, it would definitely not be exposed.

Moreover, since the name Han Feiyu has appeared once, it will also have the effect of confusing the sight if it appears again this time.

Therefore, when Fang He spoke, the name for He Song became Han Daoyou.

Facing Fang He's question, He Song smiled but did not say anything.

He just looked at Fang He quietly without saying anything.

It was not until a moment later that the straight eyes made Fang He's forehead sweat and his heart was uneasy, and He Song withdrew his gaze.

"Fang Daoyou, how many spiritual stones can these spiritual rice be sold for?"

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Without answering Fang He's question, He Song directly asked about the price.

According to He Song's estimation.

Generally speaking, 10% of the profit will be taken when selling spiritual rice in the Immortal Square Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

If all the 110,000 catties of spiritual rice he gave were sold at the market price, he could get 11,000 spiritual stones.

But if another 10% profit was taken.

The price of the 110,000 catties of spiritual rice would become 9,900 spiritual stones.

Such a commission made He Song feel a little painful.

But in order to quickly sell these spiritual rice, He Song had to sell them.

There was no way.

He really didn't want to fight wits and courage with the casual cultivators for these spiritual stones, nor did he want to be targeted for these spiritual stones.

Trouble.

Too much trouble.

Therefore, He Song needed to sacrifice some profits and sell the spiritual rice to the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion at one time.

"110,000 catties of spiritual rice, minus 10% profit, is 9,900 spiritual stones."

Seeing that He Song did not answer his thoughts, Fang He looked embarrassed, but then his eyes turned and he quickly gave another price.

"Of course, these spiritual rices of Fellow Daoist Han are all top-quality spiritual rices, with full grains and abundant spiritual energy. I can pay 10,000 spiritual stones and accept all these spiritual rices."

"I just hope that if you have the opportunity next time, you can come to my Wanhua Xianfang Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to have a chat."

As he spoke, Fang He smiled, as if he was really looking forward to He Song's return.

Seeing this, He Song glanced at Fang He's body and hands, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he nodded and agreed.