Chapter 725 Blacksmith Shop Opens, Return as Usual

"Look, fellow Taoists, this is the Nine Spirit Grass. It was picked from the Nine Spirit Immortal Spring. It has been escorted thousands of miles for five thousand years just to deliver it to you safely. Although it is pricey, the friendship on the path to immortality is priceless!"

"Haha, how many spiritual stones? Eight thousand middle-grade spiritual stones!"

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"Fellow Taoist, would you like to see the beast weapon? Preserve the magical power of the ferocious wild beast before it dies. Once the weapon is released, it will be like the roar of all beasts, with majestic power!"

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"I just collected a batch of Tianyin stones from the mine veins. The quality is good. The probability of cutting out treasures is very high. Fellow Taoists, don't miss it, hehe. ɱ"

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Along the street, some noisy sounds reached Chen Xun's ears, wandering aimlessly.

When he heard someone selling Tianyin Stone, he stopped and remembered that when he and Da Hei Niu went to Babel Tower, they cut several pieces of Tianyin Stone at a stall.

The inferior spiritual stone was still hanging in his robe. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

But after hearing the price of Tianyin Stone, Chen Xun's smile suddenly stiffened and his fists clenched tightly unconsciously. Why was the price here more than half cheaper than before...

A hint of pain flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head, but murmured twice: "It seems that the goods must be purchased from the country of origin, saving at least half."

As Chen Xun spoke, he began to take out a booklet and write down something. This is valuable experience in cultivating immortals and can be called a priceless treasure for juniors.

But in the future, you can try to get a vein of Tianyin Stone to make enough for yourself.

He immediately started walking around again. In addition to shops on the roadside, there were also some casual cultivators setting up stalls selling goods.

But most of them were used by low-level monks. He glanced at them casually and stopped paying attention.

What surprised him was that some of the monks on the street were actually followed by some weird beasts.

These strange beasts are not spiritual beasts, nor monsters. Their auras are violent and weird, and contain some ancient bloodline power.

Even if it is deliberately suppressed in the market, the power of blood is still very powerful, much more powerful than the spiritual beasts and monsters of the same realm that Chen Xun has seen.

"Ancient wild beast..." In an instant, Chen Xun thought of some news about this beast.

According to records, there is a special kind of strange beast in the wilderness, called the ancient beast of the wilderness.

There is a slight connection between the wild ancient beasts and the ancient ferocious beasts.

Because most of the wild ancient beasts have the blood of ancient ferocious beasts flowing in their bodies, and are the descendants of ancient ferocious beasts and other creatures.

However, due to their complicated bloodline, they were eventually abandoned by the lineage of ancient ferocious beasts, and then formed their own lineage in the wild land, and were called ancient wild beasts.

However, the cultivation talent of the ancient wild beasts cannot be compared with that of the ancient ferocious beasts, but they are much more powerful than ordinary monsters and spiritual beasts.

There are many wild ancient beasts who have cultivated to a certain level and have good luck. They can undergo blood transformation, acquire the inherited magical powers of ancient ferocious beasts, etc., and they can also become Mahayana or even tribulation-transcending deities.

Coupled with the wild world, ancient ferocious beasts are powerful and rare, and few people can conquer them.

Therefore, most monks and forces like to raise wild ancient beasts to help them evolve their bloodlines and become the guardian ancient beasts of their own family forces.

Thinking of this, Chen Xun looked at it carefully and ignored it. Then he stopped in a loft that was simple in appearance but very grand.

"Xuanling Pavilion..." Chen Xun whispered and walked in without any trouble.

All the clerks in the shop are outer disciples of Xuanji Holy Land. This pavilion should be the property of a big shot in Xuanji Holy Land.

Entering the attic, Chen Xun saw many magic weapons placed on the first floor. They were of various kinds and types, most of which were used to cultivate immortality in the Golden Core realm.

After a faint glance, Chen Xun looked away, his face expressionless.

At this moment, the steward in the realm of refining the void also noticed Chen Xun instantly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The person in front of him seemed to have a reserved aura, very ordinary, but for some reason it gave him an unfathomable feeling.

Especially the calm and calm expression and temperament between his eyebrows, he is definitely not an ordinary monk.

He had only seen this kind of aura from his master in the Hedao realm and the Mahayana elders of his sect.

Qi Yongbin, who originally had a frosty look on his face and refused to let strangers in, seemed to be a different person. He immediately smiled and greeted him.

"Fellow Taoist, I am Qi Yongbin, the manager of Xuanling Pavilion. What do you want? If you need help, just ask, and I will do my best to satisfy you."

He raised his arms and saluted respectfully, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Chen Xun's eyes were calm, like a lake, very calm. He smiled and said, "I want to sell some elixirs here. I wonder if your pavilion can collect the elixirs?"

"Elixir?" Qi Yongbin's eyes flashed, his smile widened, and he said respectfully: "Senior, please come inside and we'll go to the second floor to talk."

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As he spoke, Qi Yongbin led the way, and the two of them arrived at a secret room on the second floor.

Chen Xun took out some elixirs he carried with him. In order not to arouse suspicion, most of them were from 5,000 to 8,000 years old. They were some alchemy materials in the Hedao realm.

Although rare, it is not considered precious. It can be exchanged for some spiritual stones, which allows him to spend a period of time in the market under the fairy mountain.

Chen Xun added on the side: "What I want to sell are these elixirs, but I need to trade in medium-grade spiritual stones."

Qi Yongbin looked at these elixirs and his pupils shrank slightly. Big deal!

As the shopkeeper of Xuanling Pavilion, he is naturally well-informed, but this place is the outskirts of Xuanji Holy Land. Most of the cultivators received in their attic are cultivators below the Refining Void Realm, and most of the items are not of high grade.

Like the old spiritual medicines that Chen Xun took out casually, they are basically treasures needed for the Refining Void Hedao Realm.

This made Qi Yongbin more certain that the person in front of him... is a senior in the Hedao Realm!

Thinking of this, Qi Yongbin's attitude towards Chen Xun became more respectful.

Qi Yongbin stared at Chen Xun carefully and asked tentatively: "Senior, I want all these spiritual medicines from Xuanling Pavilion. As for the price, do you think 10,000 middle-grade spiritual stones are okay?"

"10,000 middle-grade spiritual stones?" Chen Xun seemed like a statue without emotions, his expression did not change at all, and people could not tell the depth.

After whispering, Chen Xun sat there quietly, and never expressed his opinion on the price.

The atmosphere in the whole room became depressing.

Qi Yongbin took a deep breath and felt a faint pressure echoing in the room, as if something was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Senior... Senior." Qi Yongbin smiled bitterly in his heart, and he looked like an old monster.

He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Eleven thousand spirit stones! This is the highest price I can give!"

"We can't make any spirit stones at this price, but I want to make friends with you because you are here for the first time. I hope we can continue to cooperate in the future."

"Okay, since you are so sincere, let's go by your price!"

Seeing the other party like this, Chen Xun, who had been silent, was like a thousand-year-old iceberg melting. A rare smile appeared on his face. He looked at Qi Yongbin kindly and nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing that the price was agreed upon, Qi Yongbin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became more joyful. "In that case, please wait a moment, senior, I will go to get the medium-grade spirit stone."

After speaking, Qi Yongbin bowed his hands and saluted, turned around and left.

After a while, he came back and took out a bunch of medium-grade spirit stones from the storage ring. It seemed that he had used some authority just now.

"Senior, please take a look!"

"Yes."

Chen Xun nodded, without even looking at them, he collected all the spirit stones.

Qi Yongbin then dared to carefully put the spiritual medicine into the jade box, sealed it with special means, and then received it in the storage ring.

"My friend, since the transaction has been completed, I will leave first."

Chen Xun stood up, said a polite word, and prepared to leave.

Qi Yongbin hurriedly followed, exchanged contact information with Chen Xun, and said respectfully: "Senior, I will see you off! I hope that if you need to sell any spiritual medicine in the future, you can take care of me more."

"Sure!" Chen Xun chuckled, walked down from the second floor, and soon disappeared in the vast crowd.

After leaving Xuanling Pavilion, Chen Xun continued to wander in the city.

In a remote street, he bought a shop and started his old business.

After some renovation, the shop looked like a blacksmith shop in the mortal world. The shop was very simple, the walls were gray, there was no decoration, and everything was simple and rustic.

And two crane spirit trees were transplanted in front of the door without any surprise.

If there were not some magical instruments with spiritual energy hanging on the wall, people who didn't know would think that this was a mortal blacksmith shop.

At dusk, Chen Xun walked slowly in the shop, and the setting sun cast a warm light on his face.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes, his eyes followed the sunshine, and a trace of thoughts emerged in his heart.

Chen Xun smiled faintly, and took out an old wooden chair from the storage ring. This wooden chair had long been mottled, and the curve of the backrest still retained the traces of the owner year after year.

He quietly moved it to the door and sat down, slightly closing his eyes.

Unconsciously, the wind came.

The sunset glowed on his weathered face, and the shadows of the trees swayed slowly on him.

After a long while, Chen Xun let out a long breath, and many past events came to his mind at this moment. This place seemed to be his starting point, and now, he returned to the same place...