Qi Zhiheng's gaze fell upon the dozen or so remaining diamond-shaped fruits on the stall. He said, "Two thousand high-grade spirit stones per fruit." He didn't mince words, doubling the price immediately.
"Two thousand high-grade spirit stones? Why don't you just rob someone!" Yan Yun's tone was incredulous. Last time they came, it was only high-grade spirit stones, but now it's doubled. Isn't this just playing with people?
"That's the price. You can take it if you want." Qi Zhiheng's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to be intimidated by the fact that the other party was at the peak of the Mahayana stage.
Yan Yun said angrily, "Last time it was only a thousand, what's going on this time?"
Qi Zhiheng remained unmoved.
Tong Zixing was already three thousand years old, but he had good aptitude and still looked like a handsome young man. He didn't speak at first, after all, the other party was only two cultivators in the Integration stage.
But he soon noticed something was wrong, so he said, "Yun'er, you must not be rude to your elders."
After his master spoke, Yan Yun shut up.
Tong Zixing cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoists, I am Tong Zixing, a cultivator from Lianhuan Island. I was fortunate enough to obtain the Lingguang Fruit from your stall, and its effects are excellent. I would like to buy more. I wonder how many you still have?"
Yan Yun and Tong Qiaoxia were both somewhat surprised. Shouldn't those who could be called "fellow Daoists" be cultivators of the same level? These two in front of them were actually Mahayana stage cultivators?
Seeing that the other party was quite polite, Qi Zhiheng returned the greeting, saying, "Qi Zhiheng from Shengxian City, this is my Daoist partner Yang Yitian. I do have some more Lingguang Fruits, which I obtained from a secret realm. If you like them, I have some more here." As he spoke, he took out a storage bag containing fifty Lingguang Fruits.
"Two thousand high-grade spirit stones, I'll take these Lingguang Fruits." Tong Zixing packed up the spirit stones and made the deal with Qi Zhiheng, paying for the Lingguang Fruits on the table as well.
As for the Ascension City, Tong Zixing had never even heard of it, so she didn't discuss it to avoid any awkwardness due to unfamiliarity.
Qi Zhiheng smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Tong, would you mind exchanging a communication jade slip? If you have even better goods next time, we can do another transaction."
This was a conversation between two Mahayana stage cultivators, and the two girls dared not speak again. (Yu Xi reads aloud.)
Tong Zixing was surprised that Qi Zhiheng would make such a request. She guessed that the other party might still have Lingguang Fruit, so she agreed to exchange the communication jade slips.
Aside from the Lingguang Fruit, the remaining pills, talismans, and materials at Qi Zhiheng's stall were not suitable for the Mahayana stage. After buying some useful pills for her two disciples, Tong Zixing left.
As soon as the man left, Yang Yitian pinched his arm hard, and even the guilt he felt for dreaming about handsome men these past few days disappeared: "Hmm? You still need to send messages via jade slips?"
Qi Zhiheng felt somewhat wronged by the criticism: "I think he might be a potential big client, which is why I proposed exchanging communication jade slips. Your argument doesn't make sense."
Yang Yitian retorted, sticking his neck out, "What do I mean by being unreasonable? Everything I say makes perfect sense."
Qi Zhiheng was speechless: "Have you lost your mind?" As he spoke, he deliberately reached out to touch his forehead.
Yang Yitian: "..."
Qi Zhiheng wasn't exaggerating when he said this was a big customer. The fact that he would buy the Lingguang Fruit suggests that he was troubled by inner demons. However, the effects of the Lingguang Fruit are only so-so. Normal people wouldn't think much of it if they bought it. The Lingguang Fruit doesn't have much effect on those in the Mahayana stage, so in other people's eyes, they would only think that his inner demons weren't very powerful.
However, Qi Zhiheng had some understanding of Buddhism and Taoism, and could sense that the other person's inner demons were somewhat abnormal. However, at this moment, he did not intend to cause any trouble; he only wanted to bring his family over first.
After setting up the stall for more than a month, news finally came from the seaside.
"A spirit ship has docked! Let's go see if there are any promising talents!"
One of the sect's cultivators immediately notified his sect and led a group of fellow disciples to the seaside.
Qi Zhiheng's soul power also sensed that there was indeed a spirit boat slowly sailing towards the shore on the sea. He said to Yang Yitian beside him, "Let's go take a look too."
Yang Yitian nodded: "Let's go, maybe they're on this spirit boat."
The two arrived at the seaside, where many forces had already stationed their men, waiting for their respective ships to arrive.
The envoys who went to the four continents to pick up people were mostly cultivators from medium-sized forces. They would usually take the cultivators they picked up into their own forces, but some were abandoned and discarded. These cultivators were generally of lower cultivation level.
Those smaller forces, lacking the strength to compete for the position of envoy to the other four continents, can only pick up the geniuses that others don't want.
To some extent, Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian belong to this kind of force...
Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian set up a stall by the sea. In recent days, Yang Yitian also wrote a few big characters, "Ascension City," and hung them on the stall.
Yang Yitian has been wielding a pen for many years, and his skill in making talismans is superb. His handwriting is also quite good.
Qi Zhiheng didn't really care whether or not they put up a sign, since they weren't actually hiring.
Yang Yitian thought he was a bit unambitious: "Don't be like that. Our city's name is so awesome, maybe some discerning person will come up and sign up? We'll take as many as we can. They're geniuses, after all."
Qi Zhiheng said indifferently, "Whatever you like."
Soon, the spirit boat came into view. It moved slowly forward and finally docked on the shore.
A cultivator led his men out and shouted, "This is a spirit ship bound for the Eastern Continent. Any sects or forces that are in charge should come and take their disciples away immediately."
Subsequently, several Nascent Soul stage cultivators led groups of Nascent Soul stage cultivators out of the spirit boat. They had already divided into factions and decided which sect they would follow.
Some people are happy while others are sighing.
The cultivators all found their own camps, but a few seemed to have been left behind. These were the cultivators who had been abandoned or who wanted to freely choose their sect.
At this moment, people at the stalls next to them started shouting about their sects.
"The Qixing Sect welcomes all outstanding and talented disciples to join us!"
The stall next to Qi Zhiheng and his group was attracting a lot of attention, and Yang Yitian and Qi Zhiheng couldn't help but look over at them.
Yang Yitian's eyes widened, thinking to himself, "Recruiting people really does require a thick skin!"
Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian were relatively quiet. After everyone had chosen the sects they wanted to join, the lively atmosphere on the spirit boat subsided.
One spirit boat is clearly not enough; one spirit boat can hold over three hundred people, while they have recruited a thousand. Three spirit boats are needed to transport everyone.
Two days after the first spirit ship appeared in Dongzhou, the second spirit ship also appeared.
This time it was another spirit ship from the Eastern Continent, and a third spirit ship followed behind this second one.
After the third spirit ship docked, the people were taken away by their respective sects, just like before. Those who weren't taken away found their preferred forces with clear goals.
Just then, someone on the last spirit boat threw a bag into the water, and then stepped off the spirit boat, announcing to the outside world: "All the cultivators from the Eastern Continent have arrived!"
The bag he had just thrown into the water was now stained with blood.
Yang Yitian asked, "What's in that bag?"
Qi Zhiheng answered affirmatively, "It is a person."
"A person?" Yang Yitian asked in surprise, "A dead person?"
Qi Zhiheng replied, "He's not dead yet, but he's almost dead."
"Should we save him?" Yang Yitian asked Qi Zhiheng.
Qi Zhiheng said calmly, "It's fate that we met. Let's save them!"
After saying that, he went into the water, fished out the sacks, and carried them back to their stall.
The cultivator who had just thrown down the bag was somewhat displeased by his action, but upon seeing the other party's cultivation level, he silently shut up, as neither of them were people he could afford to offend.
Qi Zhiheng noticed the man's hesitant expression, but ignored him and instead opened the sack, revealing a bloodstained human face inside.
The man sensed something, his eyes unable to open, and whispered, "Save me!"
After that, he fell into a coma.
"Holy crap!" Yang Yitian was startled by this person. The lump of flesh in front of him had actually been skinned!
Qi Zhiheng remained relatively calm, but seeing this situation, he couldn't help but be moved. He wondered what this person had done to deserve such a vicious act.
The person's skin had been peeled off, and the flesh was somewhat rotten. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a heartbeat, they could hardly be called a human being.
Qi Zhiheng clicked his tongue twice. This situation was indeed difficult for him to treat; it was quite troublesome. In addition to the superficial injuries, his dantian meridians were also damaged, clearly intentionally caused.
Qi Zhiheng first used his spiritual power to calm the other person down, then fed them a pill to relieve the pain and prolong their life. What kind of deep-seated hatred could lead someone to do such a thing? However, Qi Zhiheng didn't know if the other person had done anything wrong, and he would have to find out.
Those forces that received the cultivators from the Eastern Continent have basically left. Having achieved their goal, they no longer need to wait idly.
Those cultivators who had joined smaller factions were still there.
Qi Zhiheng put the lump of flesh into their house, and then went out to find someone to inquire about the situation.
He was looking for the cultivator who had been on the same spirit boat as the blood-soaked man. This cultivator had left his sect because he wanted to find his own faction. When Qi Zhiheng found him, he hadn't yet decided which faction to join.
Qi Zhiheng took out a pill and asked about the person in the sack earlier.
Upon learning what Qi Zhiheng wanted to ask, the cultivator shuddered, clearly still shaken.
She answered Qi Zhiheng's question with trembling hands.
He wasn't very close to the scene and had only heard about the incident from others. He had heard that the blood-covered man had stolen a treasure from an envoy and was being punished by the envoy.
Finally, what he saw was a person who had been skinned alive, and he was horrified by the sight.
He originally intended to join the faction that the envoy belonged to, but because of this, he chose to leave that faction. How could cultivators from the Eastern Continent dare to steal the treasures of the Central Continent envoy? There was clearly something wrong with this. He was unwilling to join such a sect, so he did not leave with them.
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