Destiny is ashes

Chapter 716: Sect Market
"An Zhen Chuan!"

On both sides of the street, which was filled with goods and various equipment, the inner disciples who were working raised their heads and saw the figure walking slowly towards them. They were surprised to see him here and bowed to greet him.

The figure smiled and raised his hand, nodding at them.

"Palace Master An, what are we planning to buy?"

The streets were bustling with people. Fruits, vegetables and spiritual food from the various spiritual places in the sect, leather armor and clothing made from the fur and bones of various spiritual beasts, and all kinds of exquisite fine porcelain and various daily magic tools that were ordinary in the sect but could definitely be sold at a high price in the Chenli Hundred Departments were displayed casually in the shops.

A true disciple who was mediating a shop dispute heard the voices of the other inner disciples. He also looked up in surprise. After briefly scolding the two shop owners who were quarreling over a territorial dispute, he also bowed to An Jing very enthusiastically and asked questions.

The figure waved his hand and said, “I won’t bother you with buying so many miscellaneous things. I can handle it myself.

"Master An Feng, it's just a small matter, why don't you just arrange for someone else to do it? Why bother coming here yourself?"

Sensing someone's arrival, the previous generation of the master who was in charge of managing this spiritual land market, a senior who was about to take up the position of sect manager, also walked out of the central management office of the market. He laughed and said, "Do you have time to have a drink together later? I got some good wine from Brother Heguang - thanks to his return, there is more good wine in the sect!"

"Forget about it today, Uncle Yunji, and please keep your voice down."

Hearing this, the figure couldn't help but stop and said with a stifled laugh: "In the market at the foot of our Xiaoming Peak, if our Grandmaster heard what you said, you would be fine, but Uncle Heguang would probably be scolded again."

"I want him to be scolded!"

Uncle Yunji laughed. This man was of the same generation as Ming Heguang and Ming Guangchen, but he was too old. He had just broken through to the Divine Hidden Realm not long ago, but his appearance was already quite old. Counting the hidden injuries left by the battle, he broke through at the limit of his lifespan. "If he doesn't get scolded, how can we have fun? Here, this is the [Wood Element Martial Vein Exercises] you requested last time. You've bought two or three different ones. Haven't you figured out anything yet?"

"I have figured it out a long time ago, but the details still need to be optimized and improved."

Walking forward, An Jing, who had changed into the Mingjing Sect's true sect robe with a white background and gold edges, took a jade book from Uncle Yunji. He smiled and said, "Uncle Yunji, please collect it for me."

"Hey, what are you talking about? I have average talent, and I was able to become a Divine Treasure entirely because of the sect. It is my duty to do more for the young people of the sect."

The white-haired warrior shook his head and handed An Jing a few extremely pure high-grade wood spirit stones. "Thank you for your advice last time. I really didn't think that my fate of [Golden Mouth and Wooden Tongue] not only means to teach and be trustworthy, but also to practice with the magic weapons related to the 'Golden Wood Bell'... So this is the fate of weapon cultivation. Come to think of it, I really liked forging magic weapons in the early years..."

"If I had discovered it earlier, my practice wouldn't have been so bumpy."

Uncle Yunji was deeply moved. The cultivation method he practiced contained the elements of gold and wood. He had collected a lot of related techniques in his early years. He helped An Jing a lot in obtaining the relevant information, so An Jing also used his Guanmingtong to help him solve some cognitive errors.

In response to his sigh, An Jing shook his head: "It's not too late - I can see that you have a very solid foundation, and now that you know the essence of your own destiny, it will be smooth sailing for you to advance to the extraordinary destiny in the future, and it may not be impossible for you to become a great saint."

"Then I will accept your good words."

Uncle Yunji laughed. It was not that he did not believe An Jing's judgment, but he knew that the possibility of such a future happening was extremely slim. "I won't keep you any longer. Just stroll around. If you have anything to say, tell me. I'm going to continue my practice."

"See you later, Uncle Master."

After watching Uncle Yunji return to the management office, An Jing let out a breath and looked around the entire market.

Not far away, the Xiaoming Peak, which was shrouded in mist, reflected a series of mirages. In the mist, there were pavilions, palaces, strange flowers and trees, lakes and ponds, which were both quiet and elegant like the immortals and majestic and luxurious like the heavens. And just below the mountain, a real city was located in a flat depression at the foot of the mountain, which was somewhat similar to the scenery in the mirage. The classical and elegant small buildings and shops gave people a sense of refinement, and the various signs and slogans hanging, as well as the automatic voice instruments sold in the shops brought popularity and gave An Jing a familiar feeling.

An Jing watched all this. He saw the dust rising with the footsteps of the people, felt the slightly intoxicating warm breeze with fragrance coming from the restaurant, and heard the singing of spiritual birds in his ears.

A slick black dog chased a tabby cat holding a fish in its mouth - the fish was still alive and clearly a spirit animal - across the street and disappeared around the corner, while the three owners of the dog, cat and fish ran across the street shouting their pets' names.

This is the market town at the foot of Xiaoming Peak.

Each of the five sects of Chenli is like a country, and a peak is at least a provincial-level administrative unit. Naturally, there are quite a few cities under its jurisdiction, many of which are inhabited by inner and outer sect disciples. The entire city is almost like a university.

There are also some market cities like where Anjing is, which mainly gather various spiritual objects produced from the spiritual land within the Zhuanyun Sect. Most of them are self-produced and self-sold. Sect disciples will use their contributions to purchase these spiritual objects at cost price for cultivation.

Mingguang Peak has existed for too short a time. Not only does it have no spiritual land, it also has very few disciples, not to mention the supporting towns and markets. So if An Jing wants to buy something, he has to go to the nearby Xiaoming Peak Market.

In a familiar spiritual item shop, An Jing bought some five-element spiritual items. The shop owner knew An Jing and was about to say he wanted to give them away as gifts. But how could An Jing not understand the other person's thoughts? He raised his hand to stop the other person from speaking, pretending to be serious and said with a straight face: "Do you think I accepted bribes? Or do I have no money?"

"I don't dare!"

The shop owner is an older inner sect disciple. Most inner sect disciples who have not yet become martial vein masters when they are old will choose to live out their lives in the sect, or go to the mortal city outside the Mingjing Sect's mountain gate to be a small manager.

Those who are still working in the sect usually have talented children at home who are studying and practicing in the sect. They also want to establish good relationships for their children.

An Jing didn't mind, but there were other ways to make good friends. He had to pay for the things he bought, so he waved his hand and said, "My sect has plenty of contributions. If you are interested, please help me collect some spiritual objects..."

An Jing listed a list of spiritual objects. They were not particularly rare, but they were indeed relatively precious five-element spiritual objects. They seemed to be auxiliary spiritual objects for forging magical weapons?

An Jing wants to create the Five Elements Magical Weapon?
Considering the fate of the other party, Jiuli Bingzhu, the boss was not surprised by An Jing's request and immediately agreed: "Don't worry, Master An Feng, except for a few extremely rare ones, I guarantee that the rest of the spiritual objects will be collected for you within a month!"

"Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly. These are advance payments. The most important thing is to get things done. Other things are not important."

An Jing waved his hand and spent the sect's contributions like a mountain and an ocean, but he didn't care at all.

Because his contributions to the sect had indeed overflowed long ago, and he didn't even know where to spend the money.

Surveying Ming City, Hongta City, eradicating traitors, guiding cultivation, and various construction tasks undertaken by the Sons of Disaster... Although Mingguang Peak has almost no foundation and the income is extremely meager, but when averaged out to fifty-one people, it can definitely be called the richest in the entire Mingjing Sect.

Of course, there is one big thing.

After An Jing bought the spiritual items, he came to a private room in the town market.

"Uncle Heguang, I'm here."

(End of this chapter)