"I have a way. The risk is a bit high, but the return is still good."

A ball of will-o'-the-wisp flew out from the flowing stream, and an unreal and hollow sound was heard.

Then, the paper old woman and the ghost fire came together, each released a barrier, and a jade slip flew out of the ghost fire.

After being examined by the paper man old woman, she nodded and handed the blood soul in her hand to the ghost fire, and obtained the jade slip with subsequent content from the ghost fire.

"It's my turn. I have a half-broken Three Thousand Tribulations Spiritual Leaf. I want to exchange it for a Longevity Pill."

A strange bald skeleton flew out, with a pair of bony wings behind it and only three fingers on its hands.

Of course, the monks who came here had all concealed themselves. Before seeing the real person, no one would know what race was behind these strange things.

As he spoke, the skeleton pulled out a jade bone from his body. After it split open, a hole about the size of a palm appeared and Three Thousand Tribulations Spiritual Leaves flew out.

In the silent conference hall, there was a murmur of communication.

"If there is a longevity elixir, I have used it myself. Can I still exchange it for it?"

“Three Thousand Tribulations is a good thing in the eyes of the Forbidden Spirit Lord, but it doesn’t seem to have much effect on us.”

"It's a pity that I can't absorb the vitality from the spiritual leaves."

"This leaf is full of vitality and decay. No wonder it is taken out now. It seems that Senior Lingzun doesn't want it anymore."

The skeleton monk looked around quietly, but unfortunately no one came up to communicate with him.

Shen Lian squinted his eyes and looked at the spiritual leaf. He wanted it, but the one on Cui Shaoqing's body was too far away, so he didn't dare to study it carefully.

If I had a ready-made spiritual leaf in hand, I could do my research with confidence.

However, Shen Lian was not in a hurry to take action. After all, he did not have the elixir of longevity. It was not difficult for him to refine this thing, but the difficult part was that he did not have the materials.

After a moment, the skeleton monk sighed and took out another slender white bone from his arms.

This white bone is about one foot long and as thick as a finger. It looks extremely rough all over, just like a brittle bone weathered in the world.

"I got this bone by chance. It looks rough and weathered, but I can't break it even with my full-strength attack. It can even absorb my magic power and breed a trace of rule power."

As he spoke, the skeleton monk actually demonstrated it once. He injected a wisp of ordinary Nascent Soul level magic power into the white bones.

Bubbles were seen coming out of the holes on the bones, making a sizzling sound. Soon the bubbles burst, and a very faint trace of earth-attributed power flashed by.

This made the monks present feel surprised and puzzled. It was really possible to derive the power of rules, but it was too small.

"Fellow Daoist, if you use the full power of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, will the power of rules generated increase?"

The skeleton monk hesitated for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, most of the monks present lost interest.

"Spiritual leaves and bones in exchange for a longevity pill."

Another dull moment.

This time the host Luo Shangxia spoke, "Next."

The skeleton monk put the things into his skeleton, sighed and walked away.

Then, another monk flew over.

"A 4,800-year-old Nether Spirit Blood and Bone Grass."

…

This small trade fair only lasted for most of the day. The incarnations of cultivators of various appearances went towards their own caves. Shen Lian's puppet looked at the direction where the skeleton cultivator went away and took a second longer.

He obtained a magical medicine at this barter meeting.

Half a month later.

The cave where Shen Lian was practicing opened, and he turned into a stream of light and left the Holy Ape's blessed land.

In the southern part of the holy city, there is Yicui Tower.

More than a dozen fairies were dancing. In the spacious hall, in addition to Shen Lian's own table, there was another table with drinks and delicacies prepared on it.

Halfway through the dance, a cloud of white mist flew in through the window.

This mass of bones was a tiny, pale insect. After the insects sat down, they pieced themselves together bit by bit and turned into a figure with wings and a tail.

However, after taking a look at Shen Lian, this cultivator folded up his wings and tail and transformed into the appearance of a human cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, I am here as promised. Do you have an elixir to prolong your life?"

Shen Lian clapped his hands lightly, asking the dancing female cultivator to retreat, and then he casually formed a barrier, and the cultivator on the opposite side also formed a barrier.

"What is your name, fellow Daoist?"

"Tarsal."

"Han Li."

Shen Lian also reported his name. He just took a closer look when the exchange meeting was leaving, and this guy followed him.

"If there was a longevity elixir, I would have taken it myself."

Tarsal frowned, "You are not going to trick me into joking, are you? This is not funny at all."

"I'm just curious about why the Bone Moth Clan is restricted by their life span. Logically speaking, the life span of the Bone Moth Clan should be twice that of our human race. If they can fly into the ancestral tombs of some immortal sects and absorb the body of a deceased elder, their life span can be increased again."

"You actually know about the Bone Moth Clan?"

Their birth is not the result of the harmony of yin and yang, but rather they are conceived again by chance after the same species has passed away. During this period they need to absorb the essence of life and death in the body of the deceased monk.

"This is none of your business." Tarsal said in a cold voice.

"If you just tricked me into coming here, then we have a grudge against each other."

Shen Lian carefully looked at the cultivator opposite him. The Bone Moth Clan was very mysterious. They looked like humans, but they could also be sea creatures, demons, or even various races in the world of immortals. It mainly depended on which race's cultivator's residual essence they absorbed when they were newly conceived.

Therefore, everyone would think that this was some kind of secret practice.

However, the person in front of him should not be a purebred Bone Moth monk.

No wonder this cultivator has three thousand calamity spirit leaves in his hand. The spirit leaves absorb the decayed aura in the body of the Sealed Spirit Lord and gather yin and yang, life and death. This mixed aura is just what the Bone Moth Clan cultivators like.

“Fellow Daoist, I don’t have any elixir to prolong life, but I have something else that you can use to try to break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage. If you break through the realm, then it is equivalent to opening up your life span.

Considering the longevity of the Bone Moth Clan, the life span they will gain after advancing to the God Transformation stage will be even greater.”

Tarsal looked at Shen Lian. It was not a purebred Bone Moth monk.

Its previous generation, let's call it 'father', did find a very good place to transform before he passed away.

But the monk who passed away in that place of transformation was actually a female cultivator who had given birth to a little life. The deathly aura of the female cultivator enveloped the little life, causing it to fall into death.

When its 'father' entered the female cultivator's body for gestation, some unknown change occurred that caused it to merge with the unborn little life.

In this situation, it, which should not have flesh and blood, strangely transformed into a state of half flesh and blood and bones.

The lifespan of flesh and blood creatures is much shorter than that of the Bone Moth Clan. After the fusion, its lifespan when it advanced to the Nascent Soul stage was only two thousand years, which is one thousand years less than the three thousand years of human beings when they first entered the Nascent Soul stage.

Without sufficient lifespan, what’s the point of inheriting the magical powers of the Bone Moth Clan?

"The Three Treasures of Tianluo."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. This unexpected treasure was of little use to him, but for other Nascent Soul cultivators of the same level, it was a good thing that they could use as collateral to sell out their relatives and fellow Taoists.

Not to mention, Yueling Continent is home to Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivators from all over the world, so the value of this item here would be even higher.

Sure enough, when he mentioned the Three Treasures of Tianluo, the expression of Tarsal Bone changed drastically.

"Are you kidding me, fellow Daoist?"

The value of the Three Tianluo Treasures in Yueling Continent is much higher than that of the fifth-level spiritual treasures. As long as the news gets out, cultivators across the entire Yueling Continent will go crazy and rush to snatch them.

Shen Lian did not respond to Fellow Daoist Tarsal's question.

"Your three thousand calamity spirit leaves and bones are not enough to exchange for the three treasures of Tianluo."

In terms of grade, the Three Treasures of Tianluo are a little inferior, but they are very useful at the moment.

"Is there anything else you want, fellow Daoist?"

After hesitating for a while, Tarsal Bone couldn't help but speak. If it really had the Three Treasures of Tianluo, it could definitely try to break through to the God Transformation stage.

The risk is a bit high, but the road ahead is smooth.

"Where did you get the Three Thousand Tribulations Spiritual Leaves, fellow Daoist?"

"The void abyss."

Tarsal said, "Although there are many dangers inside the abyss and there are patrolling monks, there are still monk relics. I picked this up inside. The aura on the spirit leaf is very close to my clan."

"That bone was also obtained from the abyss. I checked it before. This bone doesn't look like the bones of cultivators from other races in the world of immortal cultivation. It has the power of rules inside it. Maybe it was left behind by a creature above the level of incarnation."

"Do you really have the Three Treasures of Heaven and Earth?"

"What you took out before was not enough. I prefer spiritual herbs and plants."

Tarsal hesitated, then reached his long claws into his bones and broke one of them off.

As the bone cracked, a bright purple light lit up, and in the narrow space inside the bone, a purple vine like a vine appeared, exuding a rich vitality.

"Plus this purple ginseng vine."

Shen Lian glanced at the spiritual vine, his eyes filled with purple light, but he still shook his head.

"not enough."

"How can a chance to advance to the God Transformation realm be easily obtained with just a few spiritual objects?"

"What do you want?"

"Plus two pairs of bone moths."

"You want to cultivate a companion spirit insect of my bone moth clan?"

Tarsal's expression froze, "Yes, you were able to identify me as a bone moth. You should know the things about my tribe. You should also know that other races cannot support the companion spirit insects of my tribe."

"I want to try it."

Shen Lian spoke up. The spiritual insects of the Bone Moth Clan were very mysterious. After coming to the Moon Spirit Continent, the role of Dahei had declined somewhat. He planned to see if he could cultivate a cross-clan spiritual insect.

Another tarsal bone broke, and two pairs of bone moths crawled out from the hollow bone.

This pair of bone moths are translucent and exude an aura of death, but there is a hint of life lingering inside the insects. The fusion of life and death is very mysterious.

"Daoyou, there are both natural and external tribulations when advancing to the Spiritual Transformation stage. As long as you can afford the price, we can also provide security services to help you resist the external tribulations."

(End of this chapter)