Chapter 402 Wanbao Pavilion
"The soul bottle is less than four miles away from us. It has clearly entered the range of my spiritual consciousness, so why can't I sense the existence of that person?" The eldest brother said with some doubts.
"I guess he must have practiced some advanced method of gathering qi like us." The female cultivator said nonchalantly.
The eldest brother heard this and no longer hesitated.
"Do it!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure rushed out and headed towards the direction of the spiritual consciousness mark.
The other two followed him and rushed out.
When the three ran to the location of the soul bottle, they were stunned.
There was no figure of the cultivator, only a Gu worm, holding the soul bottle, swaying forward.
"No, we've been fooled, let's go!"
The eldest brother roared, urged his body skills, and was about to leave.
However, they couldn't leave.
Five more Gu worms appeared from nowhere and surrounded the three of them.
Under the siege of six second-level peak holy armor Gu, the three were quickly defeated.
When Song Wen arrived, except for the ‘big brother’ who was still alive, the other two had already died.
“Don’t kill me, I’m from the Xing family.”
Seeing Song Wen coming, the big brother hurriedly shouted.
What responded to him was a foot-long sharp blade.
After killing the ‘big brother’, Song Wen used the secret technique of corpses to seal the souls of the three people in their respective bodies, collected the three bodies, and disappeared into the dense forest.
After running hundreds of miles, Song Wen began to search the souls of the three people at the foot of a hidden mountain.
In the memory of the ‘big brother’, Song Wen got some useful information.
First.
This ‘big brother’ is not a member of the Xing family as he said.
To put it nicely, he is a worshiper invited by the Xing family.
To put it bluntly, he is a higher-level lackey of the Xing family.
Second.
On the first and fifteenth day of each month, an exchange meeting between foundation-building cultivators will be held at the ‘Wanbao Pavilion’ in the ghost market.
Cultivators can exchange what they need with each other. It can be spiritual herbs and elixirs, or secret techniques, or cultivation experience, etc.
Third.
The Xing family seems to be preparing for something important recently, and many disciples from other forces have come to Fangzhu City.
After Song Wen devoured the essence and soul of the three people, he put the bodies of the three people into the storage ring, intending to use them to refine the substitute puppets.
Then, he began to check the storage rings of the three people.
A bunch of poor ghosts!
This is Song Wen's evaluation of the three people.
Song Wen got a total of 50,000 spiritual stones, most of which came from the storage ring of the "big brother".
There are also many other miscellaneous spiritual materials, which are estimated to be worth 20,000 to 30,000 spiritual stones.
In fact, the three people are not poor.
Among the three people, except for the "big brother" who has a job in the Xing family, the other two are casual cultivators.
Most casual cultivators usually earn only enough spiritual stones for daily cultivation, otherwise they would not risk becoming robbery cultivators.
Ten days later, midnight.
This day was the first day of the month.
Song Wen came to the Wanbao Pavilion in the black market.
Wanbao Pavilion is a shop that sells magic tools and spiritual tools.
Most of the things sold in this shop are not legitimate, so the prices are quite cheap.
"Senior, what do you want to buy?" said a maid in the late stage of Qi training.
"I have some spiritual objects here, and I want to sell them. I wonder if your shop will accept them." Song Wen said.
The maid said, "Of course I will accept them. I wonder what you want to sell? Can you show me?"
Song Wen's mind moved, and a mid-grade spiritual tool flying sword appeared in his hand.
The maid only took a look at the flying sword, and she knew that with her cultivation in the Qi training period, she could not accurately judge the value of the flying sword.
She raised her hand and led it to the backyard.
"Please forgive my shallow vision and inability to determine the value of the flying sword. Senior, please follow me, I will take you to see the steward."
Under the guidance of the maid, the two came to a wooden building in the backyard.
After the maid asked Song Wen to sit down in the lobby of the wooden building, she went up to the second floor.
After a while, a white-haired old man came down from the second floor with the maid.
After a simple greeting, the maid left, and the white-haired old man said.
"Guest, may I see your flying sword?"
Song Wen did not take out the flying sword, but directly stated his real purpose.
"I heard that your store has an exchange meeting for foundation-building cultivators. I wonder if I have the honor to see it."
The white-haired old man smiled slightly.
"So, fellow Taoist is not interested in wine. However, all those who participate in the exchange meeting of our store are all guests of our Wanbao Pavilion. Our store should protect the safety of the guests, but not everyone can participate in the exchange meeting."
Song Wen instantly understood what the other party meant and asked.
"How can I become a guest of Wanbao Pavilion?"
The white-haired old man stretched out his right hand, with all his fingers spread out.
"As long as the customer spends 50,000 spirit stones in our store, or the customer sells a treasure worth 50,000 spirit stones to our store."
Song Wen raised his eyebrows.
50,000 spirit stones!
This is not a small amount, and it only allows one to participate in the exchange meeting, and it is the qualification for the exchange meeting of foundation-building cultivators.
If you can't find what you want in the exchange meeting, these 50,000 spirit stones will be spent in vain.
Song Wen took out the middle-grade spirit weapon flying sword from before, handed it to the old man, and asked.
"How much does your store buy this sword?"
The old man held the flying sword, looked at it for a moment, and said.
"Two thousand spirit stones, I wonder if the customer is satisfied."
Song Wen frowned slightly.
The selling price of a mid-grade flying sword is about 10,000 spirit stones, but the purchase price of Wanbao Pavilion is only 20%.
Perhaps seeing that Song Wen was dissatisfied with the price, the white-haired old man said.
"Sir, when I purchase spirit objects in Wanbao Pavilion, I never ask about the source of the spirit objects, and I will never reveal any information about the seller. You can sell the spirit objects to us without any worries."
Song Wen did not answer the old man, but looked thoughtful.
The spirit materials he got from the three robbery cultivators were the stolen goods in his hands, which were worth about 20,000 to 30,000 spirit stones.
Selling these spirit materials to Wanbao Pavilion can only be priced at about 5,000 spirit stones.
There is still a big gap from 50,000 spirit stones.
The other spirit materials in his hands were all brought from Tianyuan Continent, so there is no need to sell them on the black market.
If they are sold to shops in Fangzhu City in an open and aboveboard manner, the price can at least double.
Song Wen was a little reluctant to sell the spiritual objects brought from Tianyuan Continent to Wanbao Pavilion at a low price, but he wanted to participate in the exchange meeting.
Then he had no choice but to spend 50,000 spiritual stones at Wanbao Pavilion.
Song Wen frowned and asked, "Excuse me, do you have other spiritual treasures besides the ones displayed outside?"
The white-haired old man smiled.
"So the customer doesn't like the spiritual treasures displayed outside. This is simple. We at Wanbao Pavilion also provide customized services. Customers can make requests or provide spiritual materials. We will refine spiritual treasures for customers according to their requirements."
"Your store has a refiner!"
Song Wen asked with interest.
"Excuse me, what level of refiner is he?"