The Cha Family, the King of Alchemy The largest force in Qingxu Ridge, with many great foundation-building masters in charge. It is rumored that the ancestor of the Cha family was the alchemy boy under the tutelage of Taoist Jialing.
Together, they account for 30% of the medicinal pills sold in the entire Qingshitan.
Deep underground in Xianfang, the second-level spiritual vein belongs to the Cha family.
Of course, Li Qinglin was not going to the Cha family on this trip.
He traveled westward, stopping from time to time to look at the map.
He paused for a moment outside a 'Hehuan Chunqiu Building' and looked critically at the beautiful female cultivator soliciting customers at the door.
"Hmm? What is this?"
Li Qinglin was surprised to see three or four non-human figures walking out of the Chunqiu Building.
It has horns on its head, its body is covered with green scales, and its limbs have fins.
It looks like it should be some kind of water monster.
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, the taste of a human female cultivator is very smooth and slippery!"
The leading demon laughed, took out a handful of spirit stones from his arms, and stuffed them into the chest of the woman next to him.
How dare the monsters enter and leave the Immortal Pavilion openly?
Aren't you afraid of being skinned and having your tendons pulled out? Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This is not just talk.
On the side of the road, there was a short-haired cultivator also watching the excitement.
Li Qinglin calmly threw out a spirit stone and asked him.
The short-haired cultivator weighed the quality of the spirit stone and smiled when he saw that it was in perfect condition. "They are from Nituo River and claim to be the Dragon Fork Generals of the Dragon Palace Rain Department. They are just a bunch of stubborn upstarts. I heard they want to refine some kind of magic weapon!"
This person had a look of disdain on his face, but the envy in his eyes almost froze into water.
“We reached an agreement with the people above us, allowing them to enter and leave the Three Mountains, and even offering various preferential treatments.
But I have to say that since the arrival of the Rain Tribe, the transaction volume of our Three Mountains has increased greatly, and various rare precious minerals and spiritual plants have also increased. People like us at the bottom have also picked up some bargains.
However, since the specialty of our Qingxu Ridge is various spiritual plants, the demand from the Dragon Palace Rain Tribe is not high. Instead, Shiguang Ridge raises water beasts, and Tanzhe Ridge refines magic tools, making a lot of money..."
At the end of the speech, the man's tone was quite unpleasant, and he couldn't wait to join the Shiguangling and Tanzheling mountains.
Ryugu Rain Department?
Li Qinglin's heart moved and he thought of many things.
Could it be that the place in the deep water area that inexplicably attracted the Jade Yuanchan? The Dragon Palace Rain Tribe actually exchanged what they had with the Three Mountains and established a trading channel.
No wonder the number of human cultivators appearing in Nituo River has increased recently...
Li Qinglin pondered silently, and finally walked into Renhetang, a store specializing in spiritual plants.
When he saw Li Qinglin, especially when he noticed the fluctuations of his magic power when he was only at the second level of Qi training.
Three or four Taoist children in the shop exchanged glances and bumped into each other.
Then a thin Taoist boy walked out.
"Guest, do you need anything?"
The thin Taoist boy led Li Qinglin to the counter, took out a booklet with some awkward movements and handed it to Li Qinglin.
Li Qinglin took a look around and had made a decision in his mind.
"You puppets who guard the fields and drive away the birds, what's the difference between these three?"
The skinny Taoist boy scanned the contents of the booklet while stumbling over his explanation.
"Straw puppet, a first-level low-grade puppet, uses spirit stones as its energy core, can transform grass into swords, and can guard and attack at the same time. Its disadvantage is that it lacks defense against water-based spells. Price: 15 low-grade spirit stones."
"Iron Drum Windmill, a first-level low-grade puppet, uses wind as its power. When struck, it makes the sound of an iron drum. It has a very large range. Its disadvantage is that it is very dependent on the environment in which it is used, and in some seasons it is completely ineffective. Price: twelve low-grade spirit stones."
"Spiritual Guard, a first-level mid-grade puppet, with strength comparable to that of a mid-stage Qi training master. Contains two types of micro-talismans: Qi-seeing and Shadow-piercing, and has the widest applicability. Price: forty low-grade spirit stones."
Upon hearing this, Li Qinglin nodded secretly and was quite interested in this spiritual guard.
Seeing this, the thin Taoist boy hesitated and whispered, "The spirit servant guards need to replace the talisman slots regularly, and only Renhe Hall can replace them."
Li Qinglin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Isn't this a bundled sale? And I have to go to the market every now and then, which is troublesome.
This Taoist boy is quite conscientious.
Thinking of this, Li Qinglin said,
"Straw puppet, thirty seeds of silver-veined sunflower, two books, "Growth and Care of 108 Spiritual Plants" and "Illustrated Explanation and Prevention of Common Demonic Insects". Please calculate how many spiritual stones they cost."
Li Qinglin originally planned to visit street vendors to see if there were any second-hand copies of these two scriptures, but he thought it would be troublesome, so he decided to buy them all at once.
The thin Taoist boy was slightly pleased when he heard this. After some calculation, he said, "A total of 32 spiritual stones."
"Cheaper, ten dollars."
The thin Taoist boy was silent for a moment. It was impossible to bargain for a discount.
"Thirty-one at most."
"fifteen."
"thirty."
…
In the end, the skinny Taoist boy refused to let go of Twenty-Nine, and it seemed that he had reached his limit.
"Then give me two more mattocks."
"good."
After the payment and goods were settled, Li Qinglin put the things into the storage bag and turned to leave.
Half a day later.
Several Taoist boys who were selling goods had some free time, so they gathered together.
"I wasted so much time talking. The man looked around and only bought a piece of compost for two spirit stones."
"Not bad. I also met someone who wanted to buy the Nine-spotted Black Bamboo for a total price of three spirit stones, but he wanted to sign a thirty-year loan contract. It seems that he is ready to go on an adventure and go to the robbery zone, with the intention of dying if he fails."
"This one here, he just looked at it but didn't buy it. He kept asking the price. I guess he wanted to compare prices."
"By the way, Junior Brother, you just came here not long ago. Are you familiar with the words you memorized today? It doesn't matter if you can't sell them. You will be familiar with them after practicing a few more times."
Everyone looked at the thin Taoist boy.
Seeing this, the skinny Taoist boy said in a muffled voice, "That person just now bought a lot of things and spent twenty-nine spirit stones."
After these words were spoken, everyone stood there in a daze, their lips moving in a very forced smile.
"Haha, Junior Brother is really lucky..."
"I originally wanted to entertain that distinguished guest, but since I saw that you are new here, I gave you the opportunity."
"Hmm? There's a visitor. I'll be leaving first."
Seeing several immortal cultivators walking in through the door, the Taoist children all dispersed and rushed to welcome the guests.
…
Leave the market.
After a few days, Li Qinglin changed his clothes and appearance and returned to Xianfang, and went to shops or set up a stall on the roadside.
Bit by bit, he sold the elixirs, materials and magical instruments that he had no use for.
After all, he first rented the spiritual fields, and then purchased spiritual plants and scriptures, and the spiritual stones were almost exhausted.
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The other things were easy to deal with, except for the Heart-piercing Needle and the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Array obtained from Taoist Liquan, which were considered stolen goods and had extremely obvious traces of the Yuxu Sect.
Li Qinglin changed his identity many times and went through many circles before he found a black market and sold it at a price 20% lower than the market price.
Even so, the proceeds from this account settlement caused Li Qinglin's savings to surge to five hundred low-grade spirit stones.
Generally speaking, a first-grade low-grade magic weapon costs thirty spirit stones.
The price of a first-grade, mid-quality magical tool is around eighty, depending on its type and refining technique.
But when it comes to first-grade high-quality magic tools and complete sets of magic arrays, the prices skyrocket.
If there is an auction, it is not impossible to break through to eight hundred low-grade spirit stones.
Once you become rich overnight, you will walk with the wind.
Li Qinglin even began to think about whether to purchase a set of formations for the spiritual field, preferably one with the function of gathering spirits and blocking out the skylight.
But this kind of formation is extremely expensive, and any one of them is worth hundreds of spirit stones.
In order to avoid exposing his unexpected wealth, Li Qinglin gave up the idea and decided to wait until the spiritual plants matured and were harvested before purchasing them.
Finally, he bought a secret method of extracting souls and lighting lamps, a paper crane, and a bottle of elixir that could prolong the life of mortals on the black market.
Extracting souls and lighting lamps can extract the soul of a cultivator and control it. Life and death are only a matter of thought. However, it has high requirements on the realm and spiritual power of the caster.
…
Leave the market.
With a loud crane cry, the wings of the crane grew to half a meter long.
Li Qinglin rode on a paper crane into the air. He was a little awkward at first, but then he rode it properly.
They flew all the way across the vast Qingxuling Plain, taking detours to some places marked on the map as places for foundation-building and major cultivation.
Half an hour later.
A fierce fighting wave came from afar. Li Qinglin lowered the spiritual crane and looked around. He saw several figures fighting outside the illusion formation on the edge of the three mountains.
The thunder in the palm of the hand rumbled with a loud bang, breaking the sky and spreading over nearly a hundred miles.
The cold light of the flying sword shattered the white clouds in the sky, and talismans were scattered in the air like they were free, with dazzling rays of light shining.
They were several human cultivators, the fork-wielding dragon generals who had appeared in Hehuan Chunqiu Tower before the siege.
"How dare you, you weirdos, kill my fellow Taoists!"
"If you want to fight, just fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense? I killed so many people. How can I remember so much?"
"Daoyou Lu Ju, we joined forces to capture the two monsters. Your daughter died at the hands of the monsters. We will use them as sacrifices today!"
Several auras of perfected Qi training rose into the sky.
The valley patrol guards of the Three Mountains did not intervene and watched these people fight to death outside the Three Mountains.
Until finally, there was a loud bang.
It was unknown what talent the fork-wielding dragon general used to blast the two cultivators into ashes.
But he was not careful for a moment and was beheaded by the cultivator named Lu Ju.
The remaining two fork-wielding dragon generals uttered a few harsh words and fled away in horror.
Lu Ju looked like a madman, with eyes like those of a tiger or a wolf, glaring at the three mountains.
The rest of the cultivators who were watching the show like Li Qinglin dispersed like monkeys.
Li Qinglin vaguely guessed Lu Ju's identity and thought to himself,
"The world is so small. Did Lu Ju not only lose a daughter but also a disciple? The Longgong Yu tribe and Sanshan seem to be in a honeymoon period, but there are constant frictions and fighting underneath.
But it has nothing to do with me. I am just a farmer. Jade Yuanchan will do all the dirty and tiring work.
As the saying goes, sit and watch the small building become one, regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter! "
…
"The aphid is a hybrid of a poisonous insect and a spirit insect. It originated in the southern Xinjiang area during the Great Jie period. It has been eradicated many times, but it has resurfaced."
In front of the desk in the room, Li Qinglin flipped through the book "Illustrations and Prevention of 108 Common Demonic Insects" and muttered to himself,
"The shell of the insect eggs is extremely hard, and the adult insects are the size of a fingernail. They like to live in groups, weaving webs on the leaves of spiritual plants to absorb vitality. If they are not controlled, the entire spiritual field will eventually become a worm hole.
If you miss one, it will spread and produce thousands of aphids the following year.”
Li Qinglin closed the book, pinched the insect eggs in his hand, and looked thoughtful.
"To eliminate this pest without damaging the foundation of the spiritual field, one must either possess some kind of large-scale killing spell to kill all the insect eggs, or attract natural enemies and raise poultry.
The key is…”
Li Qinglin frowned slightly, "This aphid seems to have mutated. The eggs and adults are more cunning and tenacious than ordinary aphids. Even the first-level medium-quality Lightning Curse and Hundred Slash Sword Lights cannot completely eradicate it."
This is why the insect pest is getting worse and worse in this area.
There is no way to draw on ordinary experience, nor can we completely burn the spiritual field to charcoal without considering the consequences.
The only way is to ask a late-stage Qi training practitioner who has practiced specific spells, but the cost is extremely expensive.
This forced many spiritual plant masters to sell their spiritual fields, change careers, or leave their hometowns.
Crush the eggs in your hand.
Li Qinglin put away the books, got up and left the room.
(End of this chapter)