As soon as Li Mu and his companions arrived on the island, several cultivators came up to them and whispered, "My fellow Taoists, I just salvaged a deep-sea snow lotus from the distant sea. I only want 10 mid-grade spirit stones for it!"
"Fellow Daoist, I got this dragon fish inner elixir by sacrificing three brothers who are late Jindan cultivators. I feel ashamed to hold it in my hand. Today, I will give it to you at a low price for only 20 middle-grade spirit stones!"
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Li Mu ignored the salesmen and walked straight into the depths of the island. Wang Jian pushed them all away. Eight out of ten things they sold were fake. It would be a waste of time to ask them about the situation because you wouldn't know which one was true and which one was false.
After passing the outer edge of the island, Li Mu came to the formal trading market. The sales staff here looked much more formal. Each of them had his own stall and placed the things to sell on it. Although there were monks shouting loudly to solicit customers, it was not too exaggerated. Some who needed to barter were even more low-key. They just put up a sign that said that if you liked the goods on his stall, you can exchange them for something else. It was concise and clear.
Walking further inside, there are some fixed large shops. Most of them buy treasures from other monks, and then sell them slowly to make a little profit from the difference. They also buy some other goods from other places and sell them here.
At the innermost part is an auction house, where most valuable or rare items are auctioned.
Li Mu walked directly to the stall of a Jindan cultivator, threw a medium-grade spirit stone to him, and asked, "How do I get to Qixia Island?"
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