Chapter 144: The Ninth Miss of Duobao Peak

The Holy Sect Trading Center, the Refining Treasure Pavilion.

Bai Donglin stepped into the store, and a shopping guide came forward and said respectfully, "What do you need, sir? We at Lianbao Pavilion purchase our goods from Duobao Peak, and the magic weapons we sell are all top-quality. I'm sure you will be satisfied."

Bai Donglin sensed a lot of good things, including many top-grade spiritual tools and even some low-level holy tools. However, he was not here to buy anything, so he said to the shopping guide, "Go and call your shopkeeper. I want to sell a large number of magic tools, but I don't know if you can afford them."

"Please rest assured, sir. We have Duobao Peak behind our Refining Treasure Pavilion. We can handle as many magic treasures as you want!"

The shopping guide looked proud. He did not dare to neglect the disciples of the Holy Sect. After he finished speaking, he called the shopkeeper out through telepathy.

A moment later, an old man with white hair and beard walked down from upstairs quickly and ushered Bai Donglin into a side room. A maid served him spiritual tea and he said politely, "I am the shopkeeper of this shop. I wonder what level of magic weapon you want to sell, and how many there are?"

Bai Donglin took out a bronze ring, into which more than a million magic weapons had been transferred. He handed it to the shopkeeper and said:

"All the items are in here. Please take a look and see what price you can give me."

The shopkeeper stroked his beard with one hand, took the bronze ring with a smile on his face, and probed his mind into it. His face suddenly changed, and his hand shook, and he accidentally pulled off a few strands of his snow-white beard.

He has been the shopkeeper of the Treasure Refining Pavilion for thousands of years. What kind of scenes has he not seen?

But I have never seen anyone like Bai Donglin, who brought more than one million magic weapons to sell! The shopkeeper came back to his senses, smiled at Bai Donglin, and put away the embarrassment on his face. He took out a magic weapon from the bronze ring and looked at it carefully for a moment, then injected energy to activate the magic weapon, then put it down and took out a few more. After carefully observing them one by one, he said to Bai Donglin: "Sir, I have carefully checked the magic weapons and found that according to the different materials and refining techniques, a small part of them are from the Qianyuan Realm, and most of them are not from our world. I wonder if what I said is right?"

"Yes, most of them are from the Mingyu Ancient World."

There is nothing to hide about these. If it were somewhere else, one might have to hide one's identity to sell them, but in the Holy Sect, there is no need to worry about these things. These magic weapons may seem like a lot, but their combined value is probably not as good as a slightly better mid-grade holy weapon.

The shopkeeper's eyes showed a look of astonishment. This crude and inferior weapon refining technique was not the first time he had seen it, but it was the first time he had seen such a large number of them.

"Sir, to be honest, except for a few magic weapons from the Qianyuan Realm and some spiritual tools, the rest of your magic weapons are of little value. Most of them can only be recycled to refine the materials inside, which greatly reduces their value."

Bai Donglin nodded slightly, agreeing deeply with the shopkeeper's words. The magic weapons produced in small worlds like the Ancient World were made with very poor refining techniques, and the inscriptions engraved in the magic weapons were also very ordinary. Any cultivator with a little knowledge in the Qianyuan World would simply not look down on them, so the only way out was to send them back to the furnace.

Only spiritual weapons are valuable because the materials used in refining are precious.

"Shopkeeper, I won't bargain with you. Just pay with points, spirit stones, or elixirs."

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, then stood up, bowed slightly to Bai Donglin and said:

"Sir, the amount of this transaction is too large. I cannot make the decision. Please wait a moment while I consult the superiors."

Bai Donglin nodded in agreement and let the shopkeeper leave. Duobao Peak was known for its wealth and power, so they would not cheat him of such a small amount of money. He picked up the spiritual tea and sipped it calmly. In just a few minutes, the shopkeeper came back.

"Sir, according to the instructions of the superiors, our Refining Treasure Pavilion has given a price. We are willing to use 500,000 contribution points and 1 million high-grade spirit stones to purchase this batch of magic weapons."

"I wonder if you are satisfied with this price?"

Bai Donglin looked slightly surprised. It wasn't that the price was cheap, but it was about 30% higher than his budget. In this way, their Refining Treasure Pavilion would not make any profit at all! He didn't think that there was such a thing as pie in the sky. He said to the shopkeeper, "I wonder if your master has any words for you to bring to me?"

During this period of time, the other party must have found out all the information about me. There are more than one million magic weapons, most of which come from the ancient world of Mingyu. It is unrealistic to not attract attention.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he bowed slightly and said:

"The lady I just met is Miss Nine of Duobao Peak. Miss Nine asked me to bring you a message. She said she admires your strength and wants to make friends with you."

I think he doesn't admire my strength but values ​​my potential. Bai Donglin knows this very well. The fact that he could get so many magic weapons under such circumstances in the ancient world has already proved his extraordinaryness.

Bai Donglin pondered for a moment, but still reached out to take the bronze ring. The magic weapon inside had been exchanged for one million high-quality spirit stones. If you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you'd be a bastard. It's just making friends, not a boyfriend friend, so it's nothing big.

"Thank Miss Nine for me."

After the shopkeeper transferred 500,000 contribution points with the bracelet, Bai Donglin stood up and said goodbye.

"Sir, take care!"

Bai Donglin was very satisfied with exchanging a batch of useless "garbage" for 500,000 contribution points. One million high-quality spirit stones were nothing. The key was that these points were extremely precious and could not be measured by spirit stones.

Five hundred thousand points can be exchanged for five heaven-defying magical powers. If exchanged for some small worlds, they can create five protagonists who defy heaven and defeat gods. It was really a good choice to join the Jidao Holy Sect.

"Bai Donglin, I didn't expect to meet you here by chance. When did you get out of the Black Prison?"

Bai Donglin paused at the annoying tone and looked back. It was Tu Ya, who had a domineering look on his face and a pair of tiger eyes looking at him with fighting spirit.

"Haha, no way, has Tu Ya become so arrogant that he thinks he can defeat me?"

Bai Donglin had a puzzled expression on his face. He seemed to be looked down upon. Everyone thought he had made no progress in the past five years.

This Tu Ya had been dissatisfied with him before, but he didn't dare to say a word. Now he dared to stop him in the street, and looked at him with such eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said in a teasing tone: "Tu Ya, I don't seem to know you well, right?"

"Haha, I've been wanting to fight with you for a long time. Look at your cocky expression. I'm getting more and more annoyed!"

"Do you dare to take a walk through the Tower of Babel?"

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Tu Ya's voice was very loud and his tone was extremely domineering, attracting the attention of everyone on the street.

“Isn’t that Tu Ya? Who’s the guy sitting opposite him? Damn, he’s so handsome that even I, who’s on the Saint Sect’s list of handsome men, feel a little ashamed!”

"Bah! You are the only one who made the list of handsome men? It's narcissistic enough, but you are so ignorant that you don't even recognize Bai Donglin?"

"Bai Donglin? Is he the one imprisoned in the Black Prison? I didn't go to the Wujian Arena at the time, so it's not surprising that I don't know him."

There was still no one around Bai Donglin and Tu Ya, and no one gathered around them, but everyone's attention had already enveloped them, observing their every move. This was the difference between cultivators and mortals, the spectators were of a much higher standard.

Bai Donglin's ears moved slightly, and the voices of everyone were heard. He had no intention of paying attention to Tu Ya. He thought it was a complete waste of time to fight with an ant that could be killed with just one finger.

But when some words came into his ears, such as "gambling", "opening the market", and "betting on who will win", Bai Donglin's heart moved slightly, and he immediately made up his mind. He sneered and said to Tu Ya:

"Tower of Babel? I thought you wanted me to go to the Arena. Well, I guess you don't have the guts to do that."

When disciples of the Holy Sect want to fight, they usually do so in the Tower of Babel. Only a very small number of people who have irreconcilable hatred and want to fight to the death can apply for a "fight to the death" arena at the Wujian Arena.

However, as a righteous sect, the Holy Sect does not encourage disciples to kill each other, so it is very troublesome to apply, and even if you win by chance, you will be expelled from the sect immediately.

Since ancient times, there have been very few people who entered the Arena of Hell for a life-and-death battle. If there is really a need, it would be better to leave the sect and make a move in a shady way.

Bai Donglin's ridicule was still effective. Tu Ya clenched his fists. In the past five years, he had never forgotten the shame of being defeated by Bi Kan's men. He practiced diligently every day just to wash away the humiliation of that day.

However, Bilan had already died at the hands of Bai Donglin. If he wanted to get rid of the shadow of his defeat in the Wujian Arena five years ago, he had no choice but to defeat Bai Donglin!

"Hmph! I'll wait for you at the Tower of Babel tomorrow at noon!"

Tu Ya snorted coldly and didn't care about Bai Donglin's ridicule. He just wanted to fight now. Only fists were the truth. No matter how much nonsense he said, it was meaningless.

Bai Donglin admired in his heart that Tu Ya, this rough guy, was quite considerate. He gave a day of buffer time. Presumably, the news of the duel between the two would spread. The more people who came, the more money he would earn!

Bai Donglin thought happily in his heart, and walked out of the light gate and returned to Zizhuju.

(End of this chapter)