Chapter 193 Raising the Price

After Qingchen left the main hall, he asked the outer disciples who inspected the envoy's residence to send the family heads away.

Later, Qingchen sent a message to summon the two girls to the study.

After finally explaining some details, Qingchen said:

"You two go, remember to do it in a realistic way." He waved the two girls away.

After the two girls left, Qingchen summoned Gao Yuliang.

Gao Yuliang walked into the study with steady steps and a respectful face. He bowed first and said, "Meet my uncle."

Qingchen nodded slightly and looked directly at Gao Yuliang, "Nephew Gao, how is the progress of the things I told you a few days ago?"

Gao Yuliang looked solemn and replied: "Back to Master, everything is going as planned. Everything is going smoothly and there are no omissions."

Hearing this, Qingchen nodded, then changed the topic and said in a solemn tone: "Very good, in that case, it is time to implement the next plan.

You need to secretly contact those secret agents to ensure that they can play a role at the critical moment. At the same time, you need to closely monitor the movements of the major families on Xuanchang Island.

Especially the three major families, the Chang family, the Cao family, and the Liu family, any disturbance must be reported to me in a timely manner. "

After Gao Yuliang heard this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he bowed to accept the order, "Yes, uncle, I understand that I will live up to my trust."

A few days later, in a mountainous area a hundred miles away from Xuanchang City.

A trading market for immortal cultivators is among them. This is the largest immortal cultivating market on Xuanchang Island.

Monks from various families on Xuanchang Island and many casual cultivators gathered here.

They either trade materials for cultivating immortals, seek out techniques, or inquire about information, each getting what they need.

Half a month ago, an inconspicuous grocery stall quietly appeared in this market.

The stall owner is a seemingly old immortal cultivator, with gray hair and a face full of traces of time.

But those eyes were extremely bright, with a glimmer of light coming out from time to time, and a somewhat cunning look.

His cultivation had reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, so many immortal cultivators present did not dare to underestimate him.

The stalls are filled with all kinds of materials for cultivating immortals, from ordinary spiritual grasses and spiritual stones to materials for monsters and beasts.

What is even more striking is that the stall also displays many rare treasures that are said to be unearthed from ancient ruins, as well as several mysterious map fragments.

These items all attracted the attention of passers-by who were cultivating immortals, but most of them just shook their heads and said something about profiteers.

But the stall owner was neither impatient nor impatient. He sat patiently in the stall and patiently introduced the origin and purpose of each item.

He is always talking about some ancestral treasure, some fragment of a magic weapon, some peerless magical skill and secret method.

But no one took it seriously. They all thought that the old man was crazy about Lingshi and told all kinds of nonsense.

On this day, the city was bustling with people, and monks from all walks of life were walking through it, looking for their favorite treasures.

A rough monk, wearing a simple Qi Refining period robe, wandered around, and finally came to the grocery stall in a swagger.

He glanced sideways at the items on the stall and sneered: "Old man, the mess you have here must be all junk."

Hearing this, the old man pretended to be an expert like a wandering cloud and wild crane.

He stood up slowly and said calmly: "This Taoist friend is wrong. Every item has its own uniqueness. It only needs someone who is destined to recognize the goods.

For example, these volumes of incomplete maps, my grandfather’s grandfather said they were clues to ancient ruins and were priceless;

And these incomplete jade pendants contain a faint aura. If they are lucky enough to be sacrificed, they will also be rare auxiliary cultivation tools for monks in the Qi refining period. "

Just as he was talking, a young monk wearing a low-grade cassock walked over with light steps.

He glanced around the stall, finally stopping at the low-grade shield artifact, and asked with a hint of curiosity:

"Old senior, how many spiritual stones does this low-grade magic weapon have?"

The old man smiled slightly and held out four fingers: "Not expensive, forty spiritual stones."

The young monk frowned slightly, obviously feeling that the price was a bit high.

He thought for a moment, then pointed to a incomplete scroll and jade pendant next to him and said:

"This is too expensive. Look at this, how about giving me these two gadgets as a gift?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the young monk. He seemed to be weighing something, and then he slowly spoke after a while:

"Forty spirit stones means forty spirit stones. If you really want these two treasures, you need to add another sixty spirit stones. This is not an ordinary object, but my ancestral treasure, which is of extraordinary significance."

The rude monk on the side couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and his voice echoed in the crowd like thunder:

"Sixty spiritual stones? Are you crazy for thinking about spiritual stones? Just these two pieces of junk, not much spiritual energy, why don't you return ancestral treasures and ancestral toilet paper!"

However, to the surprise of the rude monk, the young monk was not swayed by his ridicule.

He pondered for a moment and seemed to have made a decision: "Sixty spirit stones means sixty spirit stones, so I don't want this low-grade magic weapon."

When the old man heard this, he shook his head, with a hint of joking in his tone: "No, no, no, it's not sixty spirit stones, it's a hundred spirit stones.

The low-grade magic weapon is the added bonus. Together, these two treasures are worth far more than a hundred spirit stones. This is my true ancestral treasure, and I would never show it to anyone unless I was destined to do so. "

When the young monk heard this, his face changed slightly, and he was obviously dissatisfied with the old man's price hike:

"Aren't you just trying to raise the price? One hundred spiritual stones is one hundred spiritual stones. Just give me the thing."

The rough monk saw this and shouted, "Are you stupid? These two pieces of rags are worth one hundred spirit stones? Old man, don't lie!"

His shouting attracted many monks around to watch, and everyone cast curious eyes and talked about it.

The young monk saw this and became more anxious, fearing that he would miss the opportunity.

He hurriedly took out the spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man: "Senior, this is one hundred spirit stones, I'll take the things."

The old man did not take the spirit stones. He was not in a hurry to hand the treasure to the young monk, but looked around calmly.

At this time, the rough monk seemed to notice something wrong, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He slammed the table and shouted:

"Old man, one hundred and twenty spirit stones, I want this thing!"

His voice echoed in the noisy market, attracting the attention of people around him.

The young monk was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly shouted: "I'll pay 150!" His face was full of anxiety.

The rough monk sneered when he heard this, and suddenly pulled off the human skin mask, revealing a face full of flesh.

Then, his spiritual power surged around him, and a strong aura instantly spread, and his cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi Refining was revealed.

He must have used some secret method to cover up his aura before.

In this market where casual cultivators are the main ones, the seventh level of Qi Refining is undoubtedly the existence of a top master.