Yanluobuzhou, Jinghuzhou, Aoshixianfang.
Fang Jian set up a small stall on the side of Xianfang Street and placed several of his spiritual teas on the stall.
There are small stalls like this on both sides of the street, some selling talismans, some selling magic weapons, some selling elixirs, some selling Taoism, magic, and some selling formations...
The cultivators coming and going on the street mostly just took a look and left. Yanluo Continent was the sphere of influence of Taiyin Xianting, so there were many Taiyin Xianting disciples in the Xianfang.
As early as ten years ago, all the Daluo Jinxian in the three realms of the world wrote to the Heavenly Court to ask for titles. The death of the two Daluo Jinxians in Dongfang Cangtian had brought them so much shock and fear that no one dared to challenge the authority of the Heavenly Court anymore.
Therefore, the Golden Immortals of the four great immortal courts in the Western Haotian were naturally also among those seeking titles. The leader of the Taiyin Immortal Court was officially conferred the titles of 'Lianru Zhenjun' and 'Immortal Lord' of the Taiyin Immortal Court by the Heavenly Court.
Moreover, all the imperial edicts were issued by Taishi Xiandu, which means that Fang Jian personally conferred the titles on them.
True Lord is a position of fruit, and Immortal Lord is a title. They ask for titles from the Heavenly Court to express their support for the Heavenly Court and acceptance of the Heavenly Court’s rule, so the Heavenly Court naturally has to confer titles on them.
However, no matter how hard these immortals tried to think, they could not have imagined that the Great Emperor Hongqing, who had appointed them as the Chief Emperor of Heaven, was now transforming into a Yangshen Realm cultivator and setting up a stall in an immortal market under their jurisdiction.
A fragrant breeze blew past Fang Jian, and a woman in a light pink silk dress and a fairy-like bun walked past Fang Jian's stall, but after taking four or five steps, she turned back.
The woman glanced at the tea cans on Fang Jian's stall with her beautiful eyes, then asked, "How is the quality of your tea?"
Fang Jian casually sat cross-legged on the ground. He looked at the woman and asked, "Which one are you asking about?"
The woman asked in surprise, "Which one? Do you have many varieties of spiritual tea here?"
Fang Jian raised his hand and pointed at the stall in front of him and said, "The one on the left is the top-grade spiritual tea, the one in the middle is the middle-grade spiritual tea, and the one on the right is the bottom-grade spiritual tea. The top-grade ones are of very good quality, the middle-grade ones are of average quality, and the bottom-grade ones are of very poor quality and can only be used as ration tea."
The woman nodded slightly when she heard Fang Jian's words and said, "You are quite professional. Can I see the high-grade spiritual tea?"
Fang Jian smiled and said, "Of course."
The woman immediately squatted down and looked at the six jars of premium spiritual tea on the left. She found that these premium spiritual teas were all packaged in jade jars, and each jar had a different name on it.
"Yan Shui Ning, Qing Shuang Lu, Xue Bai Tou..." The woman read out the names one by one and said, "Do these names represent different types?"
"Yes." Fang Jian said, "Daoyou can open it and take a look at the tea."
The woman nodded, then reached out and picked up the "snow-white" jade jar. Then she opened the lid of the jade jar, and suddenly a burst of cold fragrance wafted out of the jade jar.
The woman's eyes lit up, and the fragrance instantly permeated her lungs. A chill penetrated from the tip of her nose and went straight to the top of her head, making her shiver involuntarily, and her whole body was instantly shocked.
"Is there the spiritual energy of ice and snow in here?" the woman asked Fang Jian.
Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes, these magical teas of mine are all roasted using a special 'tea roasting technique', and they retain the spiritual energy of the place where the original plant grew. This Snow White Head Magic Tea was picked from a tea tree growing on the snowy mountain, and then roasted."
The quality of spiritual tea can be distinguished by the spiritual energy it contains. Low-grade spiritual tea contains "spiritual energy of one mile", medium-grade spiritual tea can contain "spiritual energy of ten miles", and high-grade spiritual tea can contain "spiritual energy of a hundred miles". At the same time, high-grade spiritual tea can also contain different kinds of spiritual energy.
For example, the ice and snow spiritual energy of Fang Jian's "Snow White Head" is an extremely precious water-based exotic spiritual energy, and this exotic spiritual energy is determined by the geographical environment where the spiritual tea plant grows.
The woman was very tempted and immediately asked Fang Jian, "Then...how many Jieyu jades does this jar cost?"
Fang Jian said, "This can of spiritual tea weighs one jin, and one can costs ten thousand robbery jades."
"Ah? So expensive?" The woman was shocked and immediately put down the teapot in her hand. Then she said to Fang Jian, "Excuse me."
Fang Jian smiled faintly, then the woman stood up, took another look at the snow-white teapot, and then turned and left.
After the woman left, no one came to see the spiritual tea anymore, so Fang Jian had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground and close his eyes to rest.
About half an hour later, Fang Jian suddenly heard a sound of objects colliding. He opened his eyes and looked, only to see a child about ten years old, wearing a white jade silk Taoist robe, kicking a wooden box full of talismans on the stall across the street.
The stall owner was a casual cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. The wooden boxes on his stall were kicked into a mess by the child, but he could only smile and tidy them up while letting the child continue to kick them.
Fortunately, those wooden boxes were sealed with magical power, otherwise it would be difficult to clean up the talismans scattered all over the floor, and the magic power would be immediately broken once the talisman paper was contaminated.
Fang Jian saw this scene and immediately said, "Little guy, what are you doing?"
"Don't mess with him..." Fang Jian had just started to speak when a Nascent Soul Realm girl selling wine pills at a nearby stall quickly said to Fang Jian, "He's the grandson of the Immortal Fei Ling."
Fang Jian looked slightly surprised and asked, "Who is the Immortal Fei Ling?"
The girl said, "He is the 'master' of Ao Shi Xian Fang, a cultivator in the Heavenly Immortal Realm. You can't afford to offend him." The girl lowered her head as she spoke, not daring to look around, for fear of attracting the child's attention.
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