The outer sect skills pavilion.

Kong Ju was standing at the gate with a strange look on his face, and next to him was Shangguan Yuzhou.

"Brother Shangguan, the elder of the sect you mentioned wanted to purchase the Essence of Blooming Silver for his nephews and nephews. I'm not talking about Deacon Zhao Wei." Kong Ju pondered for a long time, squeezed out these words, and asked Shangguan Yuzhou hesitantly.

Shangguan Yuzhou did not deny it. Seeing Kong Ju's strange expression, he asked with interest, "Do you know Deacon Zhao?"

"Of course I know him!" Kong Ju's expression became subtle, and he could only say awkwardly, "Old acquaintance."

The Frost-Nourishing Wheel Sutra was purchased from Zhao Wei, and the Immortal Foundation was also borrowed from Zhao Wei.

Not only Kong Ju had a profound influence on him.

Zhao Wei must have never forgotten Kong Ju.

"It would be even better if we knew each other. Let's go, Junior Brother Kong, don't keep our elders waiting for too long." Shangguan Yuzhou was totally unaware of Kong Ju's helplessness. He waved his hand and took the lead in front.

Kong Ju opened his mouth, but finally followed him. He thought to himself: "This Elder Zhao has long suspected that I have been to the Frost Moon Altar. Now that my strength has increased so rapidly, I am afraid he has confirmed his suspicion."

"But fortunately, the head of the sect is keeping this matter under control, so I don't think he can do anything about it."

No matter how high-ranking Deacon Zhao is, he is only a deacon. Even the deputy head of the Law Enforcement Hall has a higher position than him. Kong Ju feels that the title of the head of the sect can no longer intimidate him.

While thinking.

He had already followed Shangguan Yuzhou into the Kung Fu Pavilion.

Kong Ju looked around, but did not see Zhao Wei in the familiar place. Shangguan Yuzhou led him straight to a tea room inside the Kung Fu Pavilion.

"Deacon Zhao, we're coming in." Shangguan Yuzhou called softly towards the tea room, and then he and Kong Ju entered the tea room one after another, which was already filled with the aroma of tea.

Kong Jue didn't have time to smell the tea fragrance in the air, which was obviously brewed with expensive tea leaves, and looked inside.

Above the tea table, the familiar figure of Elder Zhao Wei was sitting there.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a full beard and a weather-beaten face.

The man's features were somewhat similar to Zhao Wei's. He must be the nephew of Deacon Zhao mentioned by Shangguan Yuzhou.

When Kong Ju saw Zhao Wei, the latter naturally noticed him as well.

After seeing Kong Ju, Zhao Wei was obviously stunned for a moment.

The first time he met Kong Ju was just a year ago. At that time, Kong Ju was just a young cultivator in the third level of Yanglun.

Now, only one year has passed, and he has reached the sixth level of Yanglun.

"This terrifying cultivation speed is simply a monster."

After a brief moment of daze, Zhao Wei smiled meaningfully again.

If he had only guessed before, he was now certain that Kong Ju had already been to the Frost Moon Altar.

However, all the sect leaders knew that the matter was suppressed at the instruction of the sect leader, so Zhao Wei naturally did not dare to ask more questions.

"Since the sect leader can personally take charge of the matter, this kid must have caught the sect leader's eye." Zhao Wei thought silently. At the same time, he felt that this deal might be difficult to negotiate. He originally wanted to use his status as a sect elder to sell his face, at least to get a lower price.

Who would have thought that the junior brother Shangguan Yuzhou was talking about was actually Kong Ju.

Just when Zhao Wei was thinking about how to negotiate this deal.

Kong Ju had already walked up to Zhao Wei, bowed to him generously, and said with a friendly smile, "Deacon Zhao, nice to see you again."

"Hello again, kid Kong." Zhao Wei responded indifferently.

Both parties took their seats at the same time.

But the deal hasn't started yet.

Kong Ju and Zhao Wei were just about to speak.

Some unexpected situations happened between Shangguan Yuzhou and the middle-aged man.

The moment Shangguan Yuzhou entered the tea room, his eyes were fixed on the man.

The latter's eyes always followed Shangguan Yuzhou.

The two seemed to be in sync with each other, or they seemed to be competing against each other as sword cultivators.

The two men sat opposite each other, their eyes like swords, staring at each other. Unconsciously, a high fighting spirit burst out from both of them at the same time.

Just when the two of them could hardly suppress the urge to draw their swords.

"Zhao Huan!" Zhao Wei shouted softly, awakening the middle-aged man from his fighting spirit.

"Senior Brother Shangguan!" Kong Ju's hand suddenly rested on Shangguan Yuzhou's shoulder, stopping his impulsive action.

The two of them finally woke up from their dream, and when they looked at each other again, there was solemnity in their eyes.

"This Zhao Huan is not simple." Kong Ju also narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the man in front of him.

Although Zhao Huan looked unkempt, there was nothing special about his appearance.

But he never left his sword, his back was straight, his eyes were weathered, and he had the sophistication of an old swordsman.

Based on his many years of getting along with Shangguan Yuzhou, Kong Ju was certain that this man and Senior Brother Shangguan were of the same type of person: if he didn't move, it would be fine; but if he moved, it would be shocking.

Ever since Shangguan Yuzhou woke up from the mine, his strength has skyrocketed, and few people can inspire his fighting spirit.

And just a look from this man almost made Shangguan Yuzhou unable to control himself.

While Kong Jue was observing carefully.

"Senior brother, after drinking tea, would you like to go to the fighting arena to practice?" Shangguan Yuzhou invited Zhao Huan with a smile.

The latter did not hesitate, and responded concisely in a deep voice: "Okay!"

“This is my nephew Zhao Huan, who has reached the eighth level of Yanglun. He has been in the outer sect for fifteen years and has also practiced sword for fifteen years, but he still hasn’t found a suitable essence of heaven and earth. He is arrogant and doesn’t think highly of ordinary essences of heaven and earth, which delays him.” Deacon Zhao took a sip of tea and began the conversation about the transaction.

"We are sincerely looking to buy this Blooming Silver Essence. Kong boy, Shangguan boy, you name a price. As long as it's not too high, I, Zhao Wei, can accept it."

"Okay, okay!" Kong Ju took a sip of tea and smiled obediently.

This transaction was almost a confrontation between two foxes, Kong Ju and Zhao Wei.

Shangguan Yuzhou and Zhao Huan seemed more interested in each other and barely participated in the conversation.

Therefore, in the tea room, all one could see was Zhao Wei and Kong Ju exchanging verbal battles with each other.

When talking about the exciting part, Zhao Wei became a little angry.

Kong Ju still looked calm and composed, smiling without saying anything.

"Twelve thousand spirit crystals! This is all the money this deacon can come up with. I can't offer any higher." Zhao Wei raised his head, drank the tea in the cup, and gritted his teeth to reveal his bottom line.

Even though Zhao Wei is a cultivator at the Shenglun realm, there are also different levels of cultivators at the Shenglun realm.

He was just a deacon, and twelve thousand spirit crystals were already the limit he could bear.

"Deacon Zhao, the best character essence in our sect is the Chaoyang Qi, which ranks 12th. This Zhanyin Essence is also one of the best character essences in the entire Cangwu Sect." Kong Ju was still calm and took a sip of tea. He explained: "If it is a character essence suitable for sword cultivators, Zhanyin Essence is more precious than Chaoyang Qi."

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"In other words, its value cannot be measured simply by spirit crystals."

Zhao Wei knew what Kong Ju said, the essence of human spirit, especially the essence of blooming silver, which ranks so high.

There is indeed a price but no demand.

After a short pause, Zhao Wei glanced at the boy who looked calm and asked cautiously, "What do you think?"

"It's not that I treat it this way, I just want to see how sincere Deacon Zhao is. Can he come up with something that matches the essence of blooming silver?" Kong Ju calmly kicked the ball to Zhao Wei again.

The scene fell into silence.

Zhao Wei's face looked unhappy. He did not expect Kong Ju to be so difficult to deal with, but he felt unwilling to give up the Silver Essence.

Once you miss the essence of heaven and earth of the quality of the Essence of Blooming Silver, it will be difficult to encounter it again.

Zhao Huan is the most talented swordsman among the younger generation disciples in the Zhao family in the past two hundred years.

Whether for the Zhao family or for his own nephew, he must obtain this essence of silver.

Seeing Zhao Wei silent for a long time, Kong Ju did not urge him and waited patiently for the old man from the Cangwu School to hand over his real trump card.

Finally, Zhao Wei's eyes became firm, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He asked Kong Ju in a deep voice: "Kong boy, you are practicing the Ice-Nurturing Wheel Sutra, right? Have you heard of the Record of Snow Burial?"

"Record of Burial in the Snow?" Kong Ju frowned at first, then quickly searched for memories related to this name in his mind.

Finally, after a moment, his expression turned into astonishment.

"What Deacon Zhao was talking about was the magical power of Ancestor Xueyin, The Record of Snow Burial."

Ancestor Xueyin, the sixteenth-generation leader of the Cangwu Sect, was a well-known figure in Wudong at that time with his magical powers of ice and snow. His reputation was only higher than that of Dongxian today.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current prestige of the Cangwu sect is largely due to the foundation laid by Patriarch Xueyin.

He was known as the number one person in Wudongbing at that time.

The battle that made him famous was the duel with the strongest man of the Dingyue Sect, the Evergreen Sect of Wudong at that time.

Overnight, hundreds of miles were frozen over and the world was filled with a chilling cold.

It is a hot summer day, but there is a strange sight of being covered in silver.

Since this battle, the Cangwu Sect officially rose to prominence and became one of the three major sects in Wudong.

Zhao Wei asked Kong Ju if he knew the ancestor Xueyin, probably everyone in the Cangwu sect knew him.

Even Shangguan Yuzhou's face showed admiration when he heard the name, because he was a senior and outstanding figure of the Cangwu School.

As for Zhao Huan, after hearing the name of Ancestor Xueyin, a rare hint of pride appeared on his face.

Soon Kong Ju understood the source of the pride on Zhao Huan's face, and Zhao Wei's voice rang in his ears: "Ancestor Xueyin is the ancestor of our Zhao family. His Snow Burial Record is included in a statue of Bingpo in the inner sect. If you want to learn the Snow Burial Record, I can help you apply to the sect as the descendant of the ancestor."

"Deacon Zhao!" Without waiting for Kong Ju's response, Shangguan Yuzhou, who had never joined the negotiation, suddenly spoke.

He looked at Zhao Wei steadily and said in a subtle tone: "As far as I know, no one has ever learned the magical powers of the Snow Drinking Ancestor since him. The reason is that there is no written record. As for the piece of ice soul that records the "Snow Burial Record", no disciple in later generations has been able to decipher it."

"Do you think it is appropriate to exchange the Silver Essence in this way?"

Shangguan Yuzhou is not stupid, he is just too lazy to use his brain when Kong Ju is around.

The secret that was spoken immediately extinguished Kong Ju's originally fiery expression, and was followed by contemplation.

"No wonder Zhao Wei and Zhao Huan are descendants of the Snow Drinking Ancestor, but they didn't practice the Snow Burial Record. Well, there must be a reason why they didn't learn such a powerful magical power."

On the other hand, Zhao Wei's old face was slightly embarrassed after being exposed by Shangguan Yuzhou.

But it was quickly covered up, and he explained righteously: "The value of "Snow Burial Record" is immeasurable. Whether you can learn it depends on whether Junior Brother Kong has enough opportunities. I am just providing an opportunity to access it. I believe that for this opportunity, many people in Cangwu Sect will be willing to pay a high price."

"The value of the essence of blooming silver is immeasurable, and so is the opportunity to learn the Record of Snow Burial."

"Kong boy, what do you think?" Zhao Wei said with a smile looking at Kong Ju.

He believed that no one could refuse the "Snow Burial Record" by Master Xueyin, even if the hope was slim.

Especially for those like Kong Ju who are cultivating the Ice-nature Nurturing Wheel Realm, "Record of Snow Burial" is a fatal temptation.

Zhao Wei seemed to be certain of this.

Kong Ju understood Zhao Wei's thoughts very well, but "The Burial in the Snow" was too famous.

Even though he knew there was little hope, he was still eager to give it a try.

However, he couldn't let Zhao Wei take too much advantage. He took a deep breath and replied calmly, "The Snow Burial Record is priceless, but if it's just an opportunity, it's too expensive to exchange it for the Silver Essence."

“You have to pay more!”

(End of this chapter)