According to Wen Gaoren, these relic soul beads were hard to come by. It was fine to just give them away as Sikong Qinglan had done, but selling them in large quantities would be inappropriate. These relic soul beads were related to the secrets of the temple, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself.
She was also thinking of selling some of the relic soul beads in exchange for other cultivation resources or meteorite gold herbs, but this is a bit troublesome.
"It's indeed not very convenient, but if you want to sell it, you don't have to go to the auction house. You can find different chambers of commerce to sell them separately. Of course, the price will be lower. You can also go to the black market, but the price will be even lower." Wen Gaoren knew what Mu Hanyan was thinking, thought about it for a while and continued.
You should know that the path of cultivation is diverse, and each requires different resources. Often, higher-quality resources aren't necessarily better. Choosing the right resources at the right time might actually yield twice the result with half the effort. Furthermore, forging swords, practicing formations, and refining magical instruments and elixirs all require different resources. The Flower Rain Temple is currently short on everything, and nearly ten thousand relic soul beads are definitely not going to be used up anytime soon. It would be better to exchange them for other cultivation resources.
"Black market?" Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up.
The Continent of Gods is not as peaceful as it seems. Not only are there bandits, but there are also conflicts between priests or priest families. In addition, the area is too large to be managed. Many priests die in accidents every year. The property they leave behind will certainly not be wasted, and those who need to take action will have to take action.
But since it was dirty stuff, no one dared to trade it openly, hence the existence of the black market. Since it was dirty stuff, the price could not be compared with that of a regular chamber of commerce or auction house.
If it were just a few dozen or a hundred relic soul beads, it would be fine. But if the quantity was large, they would have to be sold on the black market. Mu Hanyan made a quick decision, but even if it was unexpected windfall, the thought of being ripped off by unscrupulous black market traders made Miss Mu somewhat reluctant.
When they returned to the teleportation point near Guning Village, they happened to meet the Gu family who were relocating. The two sides had to exchange some pleasantries. Sikong Qinglan also performed a ritual for them, wishing them a safe journey. After that, Mu Hanyan and his party continued to rush to Tianyang City.
Although there is a teleportation point, due to the error of the one-way teleportation array, it is still necessary to take a carriage to travel on the road, which takes up a lot of time. Mu Hanyan was not idle. As soon as she got on the carriage, she took out a relic soul bead and started practicing.
He concentrated his mind and activated the priest's mental method. Soon, the power of laws flowed into the meridians through the pores of his body. The speed was dozens of times faster than the usual speed of absorbing the power of laws. The power of laws contained in the relic soul bead itself was also quickly absorbed into the heart meridian.
It took less than a day in total, and the relic soul bead turned into ashes in Mu Hanyan's hand. The practice in this one day was definitely equivalent to half a year of practice, or even more.
"What a good stuff!" Mu Hanyan praised in her heart.
This kind of treasure that can greatly improve cultivation and even directly increase cultivation level is very difficult to find in the Holy Court Continent.
She had carefully counted the relic soul beads in the star disk space. There were a total of 9,127. Even if she sold some, gave some to others, and kept some in the temple, the rest would be enough for her to use for cultivation.
Of course, Mu Hanyan also knew that as her cultivation level continued to improve, the spiritual power required for advancement would become increasingly huge, and refining the relic soul beads later would not have such a good effect. But no matter what, she was one step closer to her goal of restoring her strength, which was always something to be happy about.
However, when Mu Hanyan checked her own cultivation, she felt a little less happy. After six months of training, her strength didn't seem to have changed at all. It seemed she was stuck at a bottleneck. Worst of all, she didn't even know what realm she was at.
Continuing to practice would be a waste of time and the relic soul beads, so Mu Hanyan simply stopped and began to study the alchemy, sword-making and other strange techniques of the Continent of Gods. There was no other way, there were simply too many things to learn.
Mu Hanyan didn't know that at this moment, deep in the distant wilderness, a man was staring at their direction for a long time. His deep and indifferent gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the vast plains and even the end of the sky.
At his feet, a man prostrated himself on the ground, as quiet as a statue.
"Seventeen is dead." The man said after a long time.
"What, who can kill him?" The person kneeling at the feet looked up in surprise.
He knew Seventeen's strength, and while he didn't dare reveal it easily, killing him wasn't easy. If he tried to escape, the chief priests of the twelve temples under the Five Great Temples wouldn't be able to kill him. If he could reveal his true strength, killing those chief priests would be a piece of cake.
"Do you want me to go and check it out?" asked the person kneeling at the feet.
"No need. Seventeen has found the whereabouts of the dragon blood. You go and get it yourself. Anyone who obstructs will be killed!" The man ordered expressionlessly.
The person kneeling at his feet suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise.
Over the years, they have been concealing their identities and their strength, and never taking action easily when dealing with bandits. This is the first time he has received an order to take action.
"Go, it's almost time for us to take action," the man said in a low voice. A celestial compass flew out of his hand, dotted with stars. The brightest of them all was the location of the Flower Rain Temple.
The person kneeling at his feet understood what he meant, stood up suddenly, let out a long roar that shook the sky, and then flew towards Huayu City.
The man watched him leave and continued walking forward step by step. That was exactly the direction Mu Hanyan and her group were heading.
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Half a month later, a magnificent city appeared in the sight of Mu Hanyan and others.
Only then did Mu Hanyan realize that although they were all twelve main cities, the gap between them was so huge.
Tianyang City covers an area of thousands of hectares. It looks fine from afar, but when you get close, you can hardly see the edge of the city wall. Not to mention Huayu City, which is slightly larger than a few villages, even Tianfeng City, which she had seen before, is only one-tenth the size of Tianyang City, or even less.
Originally, Mu Hanyan was still wondering, the entire Continent of Gods had less than a hundred temples and main cities in total, how could it be possible that it could have fought against the Holy Court Continent for a million years?
When she arrived in Tianyang City, she finally understood that although the temple governed only a few cities, one city was worth ten or even a hundred cities of the Holy See.
There were priests and guards checking at the city gate. Sikong Qinglan just showed the priest's badge to prove his identity and was easily let through.
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