Thinking of the sudden increase in the number of monks in the market, Jiang Yun sat on the chair he used to sit on and said:
"Well, not really, but if there are any good items at the auction, I'd take a look."
As a foundation-building cultivator himself, there aren't many people in the market that catch his eye.
"Indeed, your cultivation is already quite high. Wait a moment, I'll give you the list of items for the auction. The grand prize this time is a spiritual weapon."
After Uncle Fu finished speaking, Jiang Yun piqued his interest. He had quite a few spiritual weapons, but only two were of top or mid-grade quality. One was the Earth Element Shield, a top-grade defensive spiritual weapon he'd found in Jiang Xian's storage bag, and the other was He Zhou's mid-grade Heaven-Splitting Hoe. The others were all of lower quality, and he wondered if the one being auctioned this time might be of mid- or high-grade quality.
Jiang Yun laughed inwardly at the thought. Within the sect, there weren't many mid- to high-grade spiritual weapons, and most of the foundation-building cultivators only had low-grade ones. There were probably none left in the market.
After a while, Uncle Fu brought the auction list and handed it to Jiang Yun.
"This is distributed in the market, especially in teahouses and restaurants, to attract monks to the market. Restaurants are doing good business these days."
Jiang Yun looked at the auction list and found that most of the items were magical tools and elixirs used by Qi-refining cultivators. Only at the end was there a spiritual tool, the Fire Scale Sword.
"Isn't this Zhang Yuan's spiritual weapon?"
Jiang Yun immediately thought of the former foundation-building cultivator Zhang Yuan. He didn't expect that the spiritual weapon being auctioned this time was the Fire Scale Sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon.
"Hmm?" Jiang Yun browsed further and saw a familiar name.
"Empty Iron?"
Jiang Yun looked at the introduction carefully, and it was indeed displayed on it.
"Void Iron, a second-level refining material, can be used to refine space-attribute magical instruments or storage rings."
"It is indeed this, but I don't know how much."
Jiang Yun thought of the magical weapons he had seen being refined: the Purple Sky Divine Mirror, the Purple Sky Imperial Spirit Tower, the Purple Sky Void Shuttle, the Purple Sky Mysterious Map, the Myriad Laws Banner, and the Treasure Vase all required this item. It could be said that anything related to spatial properties was one of the ingredients. Suddenly, Jiang Yun felt a little excited about the upcoming auction.
Next, Jiang Yun went to the cemetery south of the market town and burned a stick of incense for Zhang Xindao and the two mortal servants. Then he returned to the inner city to sell some unused elixirs and magical tools in order to prepare for the upcoming auction. Judging from the situation, there might be foundation-building cultivators participating.
Danxianglou in Ziyun Market is where Jiang Yun bought elixirs for the first time. It is said that this place was opened by a cultivator from the Danding Sect.
"Fellow Daoist, please come in!" Jiang Yun, who had just entered the store, was warmly greeted by a clerk who was in the early stage of Qi Refining.
"I remember you were quite aloof the first time I came here." Jiang Yun thought of the indifferent look of the clerk when he first came here, which was in sharp contrast to his enthusiasm now. In the world of cultivating immortals, cultivation is the most important thing after all.
Jiang Yun sighed inwardly and nodded to the clerk. He said:
"Do you accept medicinal pills here?"
"Huh? Collecting pills?" It was the first time the clerk had encountered such a cultivator. He was stunned for a moment and quickly said:
"Fellow Daoist, please sit down and wait."
After that, he brought a cup of hot tea and went to call the shopkeeper.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, may I know your name?"
While Jiang Yun was sitting down and waiting, a monk in a brocade robe and a cloth cap came in. It was the owner of Danxianglou.
"My surname is Lin." Jiang Yun said calmly, and he casually gave a fake surname.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I wonder if any of the alchemists here knows our Dongfang Changhu Master?"
Jiang Yun heard the noodle shop owner say unhappily:
"Do customers who come to your store even ask about the origin?"
"No, no, you misunderstood, I just wanted to confirm whether you are a friend of my boss. I don't mean anything else."
The shopkeeper quickly explained, and seeing that Jiang Yun had no intention of introducing himself, he immediately got straight to the point and said:
"My name is Wei Tao, the owner of Danxianglou. Fellow Daoist, could you please show me your elixirs for me to judge? Although I'm a beginner in alchemy, I do know a thing or two."
Jiang Yun nodded after hearing this and took out a bottle of pills from his storage bag. It was a bottle of Qingling Pills used by late-stage cultivators.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper Wei Tao quickly took it in his hand, carefully poured out a pill, and then smelled it. He nodded and said:
"It's of excellent quality, a rare Qingling Pill."
He put the pill back into the bottle and said anxiously:
"If all your elixirs are of this quality, we will take as many as you have."
"really?"
"I'm not lying!" Wei Tao said firmly. He was also in the late stage of Qi Refining and was in need of elixirs. Moreover, elixirs that improved cultivation were the most popular.
After Jiang Yun heard this, he took out the bottles one by one from his storage bag. At first, one bottle, then two bottles, and then thirty bottles. Wei Tao was sweating profusely. He quickly said:
"Wait a minute, my friend! Our shop is small and we can't handle so many. Thirty bottles is enough, that's enough!"
Jiang Yun then stopped reaching for the storage bag in disappointment. It seemed like there was still a lot left.
"Well, fellow Daoist is truly talented. Thirty bottles is the maximum quantity my shop can handle. As long as it's of just the right quality, I'll give you 120 low-grade spirit stones for each bottle."
Wei Tao touched the sweat on his head and said quickly, Jiang Yun's figure also left an unfathomable impression on the shopkeeper.
"This sect's 130 yuan for the lower spirit is specific to the sect. If you offer this much, forget it!" Jiang Yun said as he prepared to take the pill back. Seeing this, Wei Tao, the owner of Danxiang Pavilion, quickly stopped him and said:
"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist. Wait a minute. 130 yuan for a spirit. If it's more, our shop won't make much money."
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