Slowly stepping into the misty mountain top, Bai Xue stood on Shen Yuan's shoulder, her beautiful big heterochromatic eyes looking curiously at the surrounding mist.

Shen Yuan casually took out the invitation card given by Xue Mingzhi from his storage ring and handed it into the air. He saw dot patterns flashing on the invitation card.

The next moment, the mist in front of Shen Yuan's eyes disappeared. After the scene in front of him changed, Shen Yuan suddenly appeared at the gate of a market town.

The word "Yunfu" is clearly written on the gate of the market town. Below Yunfu are the emblems of several hidden sects and blessed places. There are faint traces of special spiritual power flowing on them, verifying the identity of the sect.

Walking into the market town, what caught Shen Yuan's eyes were the endless rows of antique wooden pavilions and towers, as if he was in an ancient time that was out of place.

This surprised Shen Yuan. He had read a lot about several large-scale cultivator trading places such as the Imperial Capital Market and the Demonic Capital Auction House on the forum. Although they all had ancient names, their architectural styles tended to be modern.

The Yunfu market before us is closer to the spiritual market in secular legends.

Shen Yuan vaguely guessed that this might be related to the long history of the hidden clans that established the market town.

The higher-ups in the sect did not like the modern reinforced concrete style, so the disciples below followed suit and naturally created this ancient market that was more in line with the atmosphere of cultivating immortals.

As he stepped into it, Shen Yuan's first impression of the entire Yunfu market was that it was visibly deserted.

There were only dozens of practitioners and a few demons walking back and forth on the street. Most of the shops on both sides had their doors closed. Only a few were open for business, but they were still deserted.

Many practitioners like Shen Yuan who had just arrived at the market town were also surprised. Many acquaintances were chatting with each other, and Shen Yuan took this opportunity to listen attentively. Only then did he understand the reason.

As the first cultivator market established by humans and demons in the south, Yunfu Market is actually quite popular among many cultivators.

Especially since Yunfu Market is located in the mountains of Yunfu, people can trade with the demon tribe and buy many demon specialties that are rare in human society, so many practitioners have great expectations for Yunfu Market.

But with the death of the Black Wind Mountain God five days ago, which triggered a confrontation between the Yunfu monsters and the Zhennan Army, the originally hot Yunfu market instantly cooled down.

The demon tribe, one of the main trading forces, rushed to the front line one after another. Without these fat sheep, the practitioners in Yunfu Market would have no idea who to slaughter.

In the following days, the fighting did not really begin on the front battlefield, but instead continued in the rear area of ​​the Yunfu Mountains.

As many as three mountain gods and several Qi Transformation Realm demons had died. Such news shocked the entire Yunfu Mountains.

The demons in the mountains of Yunfu began a large-scale search, during which they had several conflicts with guests visiting the Yunfu market.

Although the Yunfu City officials have repeatedly claimed that the Yunfu monsters will not attack Yunfu City, there are endless mountains outside of Yunfu City. Once a conflict occurs, the monsters do not need to do anything in the city to kill the practitioners.

Many practitioners are worried about their own safety, and the benefits in Yunfu City are not worth taking risks for.

As a result, a large number of practitioners left the Yunfu Mountains, and the remaining ones were only a few practitioners who were proud of their profound cultivation and were not afraid of ordinary demon practitioners. This has also led to the current deserted situation in the Yunfu market.

Hearing the conversation between those practitioners, Shen Yuan couldn't help but reveal a strange expression on his face.

The fact that Yunfu Market was so deserted seemed to have something to do with him.

The Black Wind Mountain God was a powerful demon who was severely injured by him and was used to lure Ah Man behind his back.

The mountain gods and gas-transforming monsters who had died one after another in the past few days were all guided by him to look for Ah Man, and eventually died at the hands of magic powers and magic weapons.

If Shen Yuan's plan had not changed the structure of the Yunfu mountains, Yunfu market would probably still be bustling with activity.

Shaking his head to throw the thought out of his mind, Shen Yuan glanced at the people on the street, but did not find the cultivator who took the Blood Sea Ring away.

It is obvious that after entering the market, the other party should have found a place to settle down temporarily.

His eyes fell on several inns around the market town, but Shen Yuan was not in a hurry to look for the trace of the Blood Sea Ring.

Yunfufang City is this big, and it can be locked with the help of spatial visual range, so finding the other party is just a piece of cake.

However, there was no rush to deal with the old monster, so Shen Yuan began to stroll around this deserted market.

Shen Yuan had his own purpose for coming to Yunfu Market this time.

"I have not been able to master the two cultivation techniques of puppetry and talismans due to a lack of spiritual materials. I will take this opportunity to collect the required materials in advance and then find a way to get closer to that old devil."

After taking a look at the deserted shops on both sides of the street, Shen Yuan thought for a moment and decided not to enter a shop. Instead, he followed the crowd to the end of the street.

At the other end of the market town, a small square appeared in Shen Yuan's sight.

The square was filled with stalls set up on the ground, where practitioners were chatting idly, with a lot of bargaining and arguments mixed in.

Only after coming here did Shen Yuan feel the flavor of a cultivation market.

Shen Yuan began to look for items on the street stalls, trying to experience the classic "picking up bargains at street stalls" plot.

But when he looked at the things on the nearest stall, he couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

The stall was filled with bottles, jars, and bronze ritual vessels, many of which exuded a faint spiritual energy. However, Shen Yuan could tell at a glance that the spiritual energy on them was obviously the residue after being smeared with some kind of spiritual liquid.

"One price, eight hundred million!"

"This is an ancient ritual vessel from the Western Zhou Dynasty. Do you know the Western Zhou Dynasty? That dynasty is even older than Dayin ten thousand years ago. How could the ritual vessels left over from that time be ordinary objects?"

"As long as the spiritual energy is fully revived in the future, the immortal seeds and the mother energy of all things nurtured in this ancient ritual vessel will surely see the light of day again!"

The stall owner that Shen Yuan saw was holding a bronze tripod that was produced no more than last week, spitting and seriously fooling the pretty girl in front of him who looked young. The girl's eyes became brighter as she listened to the stall owner's boasting: "One price, eight million!"

Faced with a price cut down to 1%, the stall owner did not hesitate at all: "Deal!"

The girl immediately took out a bank card from her pocket and said loudly.

“I want to swipe my card!”

Shen Yuan, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch it any longer and warned him, "This thing of his is obviously fake, it's not worth eight million."

Who knew that the girl rolled her eyes and said unhappily:

"I'm not a fool. Of course I can tell that this thing is a fake that has been coated with some gold spirit liquid."

Shen Yuan was stunned: "Then why did you pay for it?"

“Although this is a fake, if you take it outside Yunfu Mountain and fool those wealthy local tycoons, you can easily make more than ten times the profit.

Those local rich men don't know what is real or fake, they only know to invest in spiritual objects. If you tell them that it is a legacy from the Western Zhou Dynasty, they will be fooled.

Even if they find a secular appraiser, it will be useless. Who stipulates that the magic tools handed down from the Western Zhou Dynasty must have the same characteristics as antiques? Are those appraisers practitioners, or am I a practitioner? "

As she spoke, the girl paid the money and happily left the stall with the bronze tripod.

When many practitioners around heard the girl's words, their eyes lit up and they surrounded the fake antique stall.

Shen Yuan looked at the stall that immediately became lively, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"Is this okay?"

With the experience of the first antique stall as a lesson, Shen Yuan became much more cautious when looking at the things in other stalls.

After searching for a while, Shen Yuan also had a certain understanding of these trading stalls.

There are so many stalls here, but there are no good things on most of them. Fake spiritual objects, antiques, magic tools, and even spiritual stones can be found everywhere.

Some of the genuine items are often classics of low value.

After all, classics can be copied and sold repeatedly, and their circulation quantity is far greater than those spiritual objects that cannot be obtained again after being traded.

As for finding a bargain at a street stall, that is even more unrealistic.

The items that can be displayed have basically been confirmed after their details have been confirmed. If there were any doubts, they would have been put away long ago. Even if they were sold, they would not be at a cheap price.

Moreover, most people in this square are hoping to pick up bargains, and even if there are bargains, they will be traded away at the first opportunity.

After searching for a while, Shen Yuan finally stopped at a remote stall in a corner.

Pointing to the neatly stacked spiritual woods next to the stall, Shen Yuan asked:

"How much do you sell these ironwoods?"

Ironwood is considered one of the most basic spiritual woods in the cultivation world. Apart from being as hard as iron and storing a certain amount of spiritual energy, it has no other commendable properties.

If the spiritual energy tide lasts for a hundred years, such iron wood can be found in any spiritual realm, but in the early stage of the spiritual energy tide when resources are scarce, it can still be considered a good spiritual object.

The stall owner raised his eyelids and looked Shen Yuan up and down.

"Pack them all up with one spiritual stone."

Shen Yuan shook his head: "Your wood is only half of an ironwood tree at best. It's too expensive to sell it for one spirit stone."

"You can't lose a single spiritual stone, but you can pick up anything else on the stall."

Shen Yuan glanced at the scattered items on the stall: broken stones, rotten leaves, and old books. It looked like a rag collector's stall.

But Shen Yuan knew very well that these seemingly tattered things were far more valuable than the dazzling array of fake antiques on the previous stall, because these were genuine spiritual objects and cultivation classics.

After thinking for a while, Shen Yuan picked up a tattered book and threw a spirit stone to the stall owner.

"I want it."

With a wave of his right hand, all the spiritual wood on the stall was stored in the storage space.

After doing all this, Shen Yuan turned around and left, leaving the stall owner standing there in a daze.

"There is actually a storage magic weapon. Could it be a genius from some sect or family?"

"Did I sell that book at a loss?"

The stall owner scratched his head in confusion, turned around and took out a dozen identical books from the package, but couldn't see anything after looking them up and down.

On the other side of the square, Shen Yuan took out the book he had just obtained with a smile on his face.

Ironwood was not uncommon at many stalls, but what really drove Shen Yuan to buy ironwood at that stall was actually the book placed on the stall by the stall owner.

"The method of melting away evil with the Qi of Heaven and Earth".