Xue Kong did not have as many rich thoughts as the blue-robed young man, nor did he find his experience too difficult to accept. This was how spiritual practice was. If he was not very familiar with the Demon Island, his ending would probably not be much better than his.

People cannot predict when they will die.

Some people died without leaving any trace.

Some people died in the wilderness, their bodies left to be eaten by wild beasts.

Compared to them, being able to live peacefully and smoothly in a small town and finish a short life as a mortal is already a great fortune. It is not worth regretting, but should be a cause for joy.

Xue Kong smiled faintly at the blue-robed youth: "Brother, you have lived in Guli City for many years. I believe you must know where to sell magic weapons. I would appreciate your recommendation. I will definitely give you a generous gift."

The young man in blue robe looked at Xue Kong deeply. How could he not guess what he was thinking? A sense of warmth surged in his heart.

There are many people whose names will change when there is a huge gap in strength. There are even masters and apprentices turning against each other, and the status of fathers and sons being reversed. Such things are common in the world of cultivation.

In the world of cultivation, strength is respected.

But now, Xue Kong, a cultivator who has reached the great perfection of the late foundation building stage, still calls the blue-robed young man "senior brother", which touches the blue-robed young man's heart.

The two got up and left the restaurant.

As Xue Kong was leaving, he noticed that the waiter at Fengxiang Pavilion was craning his neck to look inside. When he saw him coming out, the young waiter happily ran out and said, "Senior, I'm so glad you're okay."

"Thank you for your concern." Xue Kong nodded at him.

Immediately afterwards, the young man in blue robe took Xue Kong away.

"Although cultivators coexist with mortals in Guli City, all the shops that sell magical treasures are controlled by the Xu family. Because of their dominance, the prices for buying are high, and the prices for selling are low."

The blue-robed youth spoke as he limped along with Xue Kong. He was smiling broadly and looked very happy. "The monks have spontaneously set up an underground trading venue. The prices are fair. I'll take you there."

"Okay." Xue Kong nodded.

The two of them came to a remote old house in the northwest of Guli City. The young man in the blue robe stopped, took out two masks, and handed one to Xue Kong. Seeing Xue Kong's puzzled expression, he explained, "It's to hide from others."

"This underground trading venue has affected the Xu family's business and is often targeted by the Xu family. Therefore, newcomers who want to participate need introductions. To avoid unnecessary complications and trouble, it's better to keep it a secret."

Xue Kong pondered for a moment, took the mask and put it on his face. Only then did he realize that the mask was extraordinary and could slightly block the scanning of his spiritual sense. However, with his powerful spiritual sense, he could easily see through the mask.

It's really useless.

The two entered the old house.

There were already four cultivators trading inside. All four of them were wearing masks. When Xue Kong and the other two approached, they all turned their heads and looked at Xue Kong and the other two.

"I was wondering who it was, it's you." One of them seemed very familiar with the young man in blue robes and said sarcastically, "What little person have you introduced this time?"

The young man in blue robe paused.

After he broke his leg, he lived in Guli City. In order to maintain his practice, he also joined this underground trading venue. As long as he introduced new people and the other party reached a deal, he would receive corresponding rewards.

However, the young man in blue robe had a low level of cultivation. He had contacted many people before, but they were all regarded as scammers. The cultivators he successfully introduced to others had the same low level of cultivation as him. They were short of money and either had no spirit stones to buy or the items they bought and sold were not of high value.

At this moment, the man obviously saw it as the same situation.

The young man in blue robe was about to say something.

Xue Kong suddenly stepped forward and said calmly, "Call your shopkeeper out."

The four men remained unmoved. They raised their heads and stared at Xue Kong. One of them sneered and said, "You are so arrogant! If the item you want to trade is not worth a thousand spirit stones, you are not worthy to see our shopkeeper."

"Do you have something of comparable value, or a thousand spirit stones?"

Xue Kong said nothing, patted his storage bag, took out a giant axe and held it in his hand: "This treasure was taken from a foundation-building body-refining cultivator. Is it worth a thousand spirit stones?"

When the giant axe appeared in Xue Kong's hand, the four people's eyes all focused on him.

"This axe is quite good." One of them was obviously a little surprised. He had just used his spiritual sense to scan Xue Kong's cultivation level, but couldn't see through it. Now he knew that Xue Kong also started out as a foundation-building cultivator.

The man immediately stood up, bowed to Xue Kong, and said respectfully: "Although this axe is very good, the spirit stones are precious. I'm afraid it's not worth a thousand spirit stones."

"Oh?" Xue Kong's expression remained unchanged beneath his mask. He patted his storage bag and took out a blood-red furnace, displaying it in front of the four people. "This furnace was taken from a foundation-building alchemist. It's a second-grade furnace."

"Are these two items together worth one thousand spirit stones?"

"Another treasure used by a Foundation Establishment cultivator!" One of the four exclaimed in surprise, standing up suddenly. Just as he was about to check the blood-colored furnace, the cultivator who had spoken first slowly shook his head, "It's still not enough."

"Fellow Daoist, these two items are of extraordinary value. Together, they are worth far more than a thousand spirit stones." The man looked at the cultivator who spoke first with a little dissatisfaction, not understanding why he was making things difficult for him.

Considering the usual prices here, it is enough.

Seeing that person trying to make things difficult for Xue Kong, the young man in blue robe immediately showed anger on his face. He grabbed Xue Kong's arm and shouted, "Small-minded people, I won't cooperate with you!"

"Junior brother, let's go." The blue-robed young man looked guilty. He never expected that Xue Kong would be treated so unfairly.

Xue Kong smiled coldly. He raised his hand, took off the mask on his face, and threw it aside. He turned to the blue-robed young man and said, "Brother, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Our deal is not yet complete, is it?"

"Junior brother, you..." The young man in blue robe was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Xue Kong took off his mask. He saw a cold look and a hint of murderous intent in Xue Kong's eyes.

He was slightly startled, and then he remembered that they were fellow disciples in the Tiandu Sect, which was a sect of the devil. All these years, Xue Kong had been fighting alone on the Demon Island, so how could he change to a righteous character?

He himself had a broken leg, and his temperament had changed a lot. He was used to swallowing his anger, but how could Xue Kong endure this?

"What do you mean, sir? Did the deal fail? Are you planning to fight me?" The monk who spoke first spoke coldly. His cultivation was activated, causing his hair to fly and his aura to be astonishing.

The other three also immediately showed dissatisfaction. Regardless of whether this matter was right or wrong, they would still have to trade here in the future and had to choose a side at this time.

"Fight with you?" Xue Kong's eyes were cold, and suddenly a tree appeared behind him. Then, without saying a word, eight branches flew out, emitting a breath of annihilation, and bombarded the four people respectively.

The highest level of cultivation among the four is only the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation.

In front of these branches emitting the power of annihilation, the bodies were like paper and were easily pierced through. The vitality was sucked away in an instant, and the four withered corpses were lifted high up by the branches.

The storage bags on the four people's waists flew lightly into Xue Kong's hands.

The blue-robed young man beside him had his pupils trembling. This power was beyond his imagination.

"Junior brother..."

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