Chapter 230 Planting the Law

In the scorching desert of Moa, there is an oasis in the center.

When Bai Donglin took out dozens of "magic weapons" with powerful auras and placed them on the stall, the stirring aura and flashing precious light instantly attracted the attention of many cultivators in the square.

In less than a moment, the stall was surrounded by monks inside and outside. In addition to the curious ones, there were more greedy eyes scanning Bai Donglin and the magic weapon in front of him again and again.

But no one dared to act rashly. Not long ago, Liekong, the son of the sun, slaughtered several Dharma Realm monks, and their remaining spirits were still wailing in the desert.

This place is full of hidden talents. The boss in front of me who looks so comfortable might actually be a ruthless person.

The crowd moved slightly, and a man dressed as a scholar, in flowing white clothes and holding a jade fan, stepped out from the crowd and raised his hand slightly.

"Hello, boss. May I ask what the words on your sign mean?"

Bai Donglin opened his eyes slightly, glanced at everyone, and his eyes fell on the wooden board. He said casually: "Isn't it written very clearly on it?"

“Whether to sell or not depends entirely on my mood.”

Everyone was stunned. Did they think they were illiterate?

The scholar's expression did not change. The boss was right. The meaning of the wooden board could certainly be interpreted in this way. He had read countless books, so his thinking was naturally much sharper than others.

The scholar took a step forward, reached out and gently stroked the white jade flute on the stall, with a hint of fondness in his eyes.

"Boss, how much is this flute?"

Bai Donglin's expression became serious. He stood up and straightened his robe. This was his first business deal, so he had to do it well and set an example for the people behind him.

"Where are you from, my friend? What school or sect did you learn from?"

The scholar frowned slightly. Was this a business or a household registration check? However, he really liked the flute at first sight, and he was born in a famous and upright family, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

"I am from Wenyu, and I studied under one of the eight great academies under the Confucian School, Lanke Academy!"

Bai Donglin nodded slightly. From the pure and upright character of this man, it could be seen that he was indeed a student of Confucianism.

Wenyu, located on the coast of the South China Sea, is extremely remote and is naturally qualified to have a pointed monument.

"I can sell you this flute. How many spirit stones and spirit fluids do you have?"

The monks standing nearby looked even more strange. If you want to sell something, just sell it and name a good price. Why are you making so much noise?

The scholar was also honest, and said without reservation: "I have 320,000 high-grade spirit stones and five bottles of Xuan-level middle-grade spirit liquid."

Spiritual liquid, like spiritual stones, is the hard currency in the cultivation world and can be used as currency.

Spiritual liquid has a wide range of uses. It can be used to make pills, swallowed for cultivation, used to replenish energy during battle, and so on.

The spiritual liquid is divided into four grades: heaven, earth, black and yellow. Each grade is further divided into four grades: low, medium, high and extreme.

The spiritual liquids of the Xuanhuang and Huang levels are enough for cultivators below the great powers, while the spiritual liquids of the Tiandi and Tiandi levels are extremely precious and can be said to be strategic resources.

Because these two levels of spiritual liquid are one of the most useful energy sources for the great ones to be reborn after death and rebuild their divine bodies!

"Since you are a Confucian scholar, and I admire knowledgeable and cultured people the most."

"How about this? I'll give you a preferential price of 200,000 top-grade spirit stones and two bottles of spirit liquid. How about that?"

Bai Donglin did not ask for an exorbitant price. This price was indeed cheap. The magic weapon transformed from the pointed-horn monument was also blessed by the soul of Wuwei, so it was totally worth the price.

"Okay, thank you, boss!"

The scholar looked delighted and threw a storage bag to Bai Donglin. He picked up the white jade flute, stroked it for a while, put it under his mouth and blew it gently.

The jade flute vibrated slightly, and a bright and upright spirit surged. A white sound wave visible to the naked eye emerged and swept across the tall sand dunes in the distance in an instant.

Silently, the huge sand dune disappeared into nothingness, as if it had been wiped out.

Hiss, hiss, hiss! The monks around all took a deep breath, their expressions shocked. This magic weapon was so powerful!

Even before the ritual, its power was already comparable to that of a mid-grade spiritual weapon! If it was completely refined, wouldn't it be able to directly reach the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon?

The effect seen with one's own eyes is naturally better than any advertisement. Anyone who has a little bit of financial strength in the bag will rush to buy it with eager expressions.

"Boss! Boss! Give me one too!"

"Me too!"

"I have spiritual stones and spiritual fluids!"

"Damn it, don't push, don't cut in line, line up in order, understand?"

Bai Donglin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a kind smile like an old father on his face. He clapped his hands and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, come one by one."

"Little girl, where are you from? What school or sect did you follow? How many people are there in your family? Are you ready to get married?"

…

One month later, deep under the desert.

The huge cave that was opened up temporarily had densely packed isolation runes engraved on its metalized rock walls.

Bai Donglin, who had just won the title of "Treasure Scattering Boy", sat cross-legged in the center of the cave with a solemn expression.

In just one month, he sold hundreds of pointed-horn monument fragments, almost catching all the cultivators from hundreds of different realms from all over the world.

He already had a vague grid map in his mind: the vast Qianyuan Continent, with hundreds of dazzling spots of light suspended above it, faintly forming a giant net that enveloped it.

"The number is still too small. There are 129,600 realms, and at least one pointed monument must be placed in each realm."

"Even the huge 365 sanctuaries, one is not enough."

Bai Donglin shook his head slightly. This was a huge project. It was already great that the Jue Palace could attract cultivators from hundreds of realms when it came into being.

That’s all for this time. Any monk who can meet his requirements will receive a pointed monument.

After all, not just anyone can be chosen. A cultivator without strength and good fortune will naturally not be suitable. What’s the point of dying on the road with the pointed monument in his hand?

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Taking out so many treasures at one time was already very eye-catching. He had already slaughtered several waves of monks who came to rob him in this month.

In the eyes of many cultivators, Bai Donglin is now a mobile treasure house.

It's not just those magical treasures. In the past month, Bai Donglin has used his ability to make money to the utmost. The spiritual stones and spiritual liquids piled up in the storage space have reached a terrifying level.

His original idea was to just give away these pointed monuments. It didn't matter whether he made money or not, as it was a no-cost business anyway.

But he didn't expect these monks to be so rich. He made a fortune by accident! The strength of the monks was one of his considerations for sending out the pointed monument. Only with strength can the pointed monument be sent to a specific realm. A strong monk naturally has no shortage of spiritual stones and spiritual liquids.

Naturally, the more cultivation resources he has, the better, and there is definitely no reason to turn them away.

"This is a great way to make money, killing two birds with one stone!"

Bai Donglin summoned out the golden and red pointed-cornered monument and stroked it gently, his eyes full of admiration. It was really a treasure, with endless dimensions and endless split bodies.

In the future, I can sell it all over the One True World!

It is inexhaustible and can be used endlessly. It is the endless treasure of the Creator of the dimension!

Bai Donglin put away the pointed monument, calmed himself down, and with a thought, empty crystal balls were taken out and floated around his body, sinking and floating.

There are twenty-five seeds of the laws of gravity, magnetism, tides, prophecy, foresight, etc.

The unparalleled level of dimensional space laws cannot be used now and has not been taken out by him.

Of the remaining twenty-five seeds of laws, gravity was obtained from Shangzhong, magnetic tide was given to him by Lianxin, and foresight was plundered from the small treasuries of those low-dimensional worlds. They are two of the more precious laws.

The two law seeds he gave back to Lianxin were foresight, which was of unparalleled level and a subordinate sequence law branch of the law of foresight.

It is indeed suitable for Lianxin's warning constitution.

There are indeed many law seeds in the many small treasuries in the low-dimensional world, but most of them are repetitive and low-level.

In total, Bai Donglin only found twenty-two that he could use, and that was because the types of laws he had engraved were still few.

Among the twenty-two laws, except for the foreknowledge which is a bit interesting, the other twenty laws are not worth mentioning, they are just used to make up the number.

The seeds of laws are already scarce, and once the monks obtain precious laws, they will naturally use them up early, and very few will remain.

Bai Donglin calmed his mind, used his thoughts like a knife to cut off all distracting thoughts, and carefully guided the seed of the law of gravity out of the empty crystal ball.

It fell into the palm of his hand, and a spiritual orifice in his body flashed violently, swallowing the seed in an instant.

The most precious gravity seed was successfully planted, and Bai Donglin breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, the rest of the law seeds were also successfully integrated into the spiritual orifice.

With his powerful soul of the eighth level of divine origin, there is almost no chance of failure in inoculating the law seeds if no one interferes.

As his thoughts swept through many spiritual orifices, Bai Donglin discovered that he had planted fifty laws without realizing it, as well as a faint trace of the law of devouring.

However, only ten laws were included in the light of origin. Planting the seeds is just the beginning, and the subsequent understanding and engraving are the top priority.

"The road to the great road is indeed long."

"Mortals envy the longevity of monks, but they don't know that monks spend most of their time on boring cultivation and comprehension."

Hard work and talent are both indispensable.

No strong person can succeed easily.

(End of this chapter)