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Chapter 154 The Revenge of Hundred Beast Mountain
At the Blackwater Pavilion, Shen Wenxing bowed to Shen Yuan and said, "Father, everything is ready at Jinghe Market. What can our family sell?"

That market wasn't a marketplace for ordinary people; it must sell things that were useful to cultivators.

Shen Yuan had compiled and organized everything the family had acquired over the years, so Shen Wenxing wasn't entirely clear on the details.

Shen Yuan pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, "Come with me to the third floor."

The father and son went up to the third floor.

"These are all spoils of war that Wen An obtained by killing those disciples of Hundred Beasts Mountain."

“Any magical artifacts without special markings can be sold; my Shen family doesn’t need them for the time being.”

Looking at the many magical artifacts displayed on the antique shelf, Shen Yuan spoke.

Shen Wenxing carefully selected some magical artifacts and put them into his Qiankun bag before following his father to the second antique shelf.

"Father, these things all came from the Dragon Tamer's residence, right?"

Looking at the ancient bamboo slips in front of him, and the strange object that resembled a tree root, Shen Wenxing spoke.

He remembered that his father had carried these things back from the Dragon Tamer's mansion.

This "tree root" has been on the third floor of the Blackwater Pavilion for quite some time, and nobody knows what it is.

Shen Yuan nodded: "Let's leave these things for now."

"I'll take some time to study it properly soon."

"Some monster materials in the family storeroom can also be taken out and sold."

"The scales of the monsters related to Hundred Beast Mountain must be separated beforehand, so that people cannot easily identify what kind of monster it is."

Shen Wenxing nodded.

He thought so too.

Materials from demonic beasts can be used for refining weapons and pills, but both are too troublesome.

What the Shen family lacks most right now is something that can quickly boost their strength.

Spirit crystals, elixirs, spirit rice, spells, and so on.

"There should still be a few drops of spiritual liquid left in that copper pot. Take two drops with you when you go back to prepare. If you encounter anything of great use to the Shen family in the market, you can secretly exchange it for spiritual liquid."

"If it's not something truly useful, then let's keep this elixir."

Spiritual liquid is a rarer and more precious item than spiritual crystals, and it should not be sold unless absolutely necessary.

"I plan to bring some more Azure Spirit Stones with me."

Shen Wenxing thought for a moment and then spoke.

The Shen family joined forces with Luoxia Mountain to mine the Azure Spirit Stone vein. Most of the Azure Spirit Stones obtained were given to Luoxia Mountain, while the Shen family kept a small portion.

With the market now open, we can take some out to sell.

After all, most immortal sects have some people skilled in weapon crafting, so there should be someone willing to buy these Azure Spirit Stones.

"can."

The rest is up to you.

After the father and son came down from the third floor, Shen Wenxing reported some things and then left.

Before the Jinghe Market opened for the first time, the major immortal sects and the Shen family promoted it extensively throughout the Yangnao Land.

After all, what all parties are after are the opportunities and rare items in the hands of those independent cultivators.

If they were truly disciples of a celestial sect, each of them would have been mingling in the cultivation world for many years, and you wouldn't be able to get any benefits from them.

What you get is nothing more than an exchange of needs.

As autumn began once again, the reeds on the Jinghe Marsh withered and turned yellow. On the boundless marshland, aristocratic families and independent cultivators from all over the Yangnao Land gathered one after another at the edge of a watery beach, waiting for the market to open.

Most of these people looked nervous, clutching their packages tightly. Even when they encountered acquaintances, they would only nod and greet them, not daring to engage in much conversation.

A short while later, a group of disciples from the Immortal Sect, dressed in the attire of the Vajra Sect, arrived from afar.

The leader, a burly middle-aged man with a strong aura and hair as straight as steel needles, walked in front of the group of Vajra Sect disciples.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding rogue cultivators all respectfully made way for them.

The middle-aged man approached the mudflats, glanced at the crowd, and grinned, saying, "I am Qi Dashan, welcome to Jinghe Market."

"This Jinghe Market is jointly built by my Vajra Sect, the Four Great Immortal Sects, and the Shen Family of Yunzhong. For the next ten years, I will be in charge of Jinghe Market."

"Whether you are disciples from a celestial sect or independent cultivators from aristocratic families, once you enter this market, you must abide by its rules. If you dare to violate these rules, my fists will not care about your status."

"If anyone thinks they have a sect backing them up, they can try to see if their sect can withstand our combined attack."

As Qi Dashan spoke, his enormous fist clenched in mid-air, and the terrifying power caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly, producing a low, booming sound!
This scene not only alarmed the surrounding rogue cultivators, but also caused the disciples of the immortal sects to turn solemn.

He has cultivated to the fourth realm of physical cultivation, comparable to a great cultivator of the Immortal Path's embryonic breathing technique!
With such a person in charge of the market, who would dare to act recklessly?

"Alright, enough of the nonsense. There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the market, on which are engraved the rules of Jinghe Market. Please take a close look once you go in."

"Don't make me waste my energy throwing you out then."

After Qi Dashan finished speaking, he waved his hand, took out a jade tablet, opened the Cloud Sea Mirage Formation, and led many disciples of the Vajra Sect inside.

The last two Vajra Sect disciples stood guard at the entrance of the formation and shouted in a deep voice.

"Everyone, please line up. To enter the market, you need to pay one pound of spirit rice or one spirit crystal fragment, or you can pay with other rare items or medicinal herbs of equal value."

"If you truly cannot produce any spiritual items, you can present what you wish to sell. We will appraise it and allow you to proceed temporarily. The amount will be deducted from the price once the items are sold..."

The two explained the rules for entering the market.

The many independent cultivators in front of them were all surprised after hearing this.

Because both spirit rice and spirit crystal fragments are resources for their cultivation, which they themselves need very much. This time, just the entrance ticket requires a pound of spirit rice, which really hurts.

But if they don't go to the market, it's difficult for them to sell what they have.

If you trade with others in private, you might get killed and have your goods stolen.

While a few people were still hesitating, most people had already started queuing to enter the market.

The barbarian tribes of the Western Wilderness.

On the vast grassland, a huge mansion stands on a hill, looking somewhat out of place compared to the surrounding yurts and thatched huts.

This residence was naturally built by order of the disciples of Hundred Beasts Mountain after their arrival.

As disciples of a celestial sect, they would never live in cramped yurts like the barbarians of the Western Wilderness. Unlike other celestial sects, Hundred Beasts Mountain hardly considered these ordinary people of the Western Wilderness as human beings.

Throughout the entire Western Wilderness Barbarian Tribe, only those with spiritual roots are valued, and the rest are only those who have successfully tempered their bodies and can live like normal people.

As for ordinary people, they are no different from livestock on the grassland.

In the spacious courtyard, Yang Xun, the chief disciple of Hundred Beasts Mountain, was sitting cross-legged in an elegant pavilion, cultivating.

A young man dressed in a short animal skin coat and with strange tattoos on his face hurriedly came forward, prostrated himself on the ground, and cautiously began to speak.

"My lord, there is important news."

Yang Xun did not open his eyes, and said calmly, "Speak."

The young man dared not raise his head, keeping his head respectfully pressed to the ground as he said, "The Jinghe Market, jointly built by several major immortal sects, opens today."

"Oh?"

Yang Xun slightly opened his eyes, a cold smile appearing on his face as he murmured:

"Jinghe Market was jointly built by the Shen family and several major immortal sects, including Qiyun Valley. Now that the market is opening, the Shen family and Qiyun Valley's attention is undoubtedly focused on Jinghe Market..."

"Qiyun Valley... Shen Family..."

Yang Xun slowly stood up, muttered something to himself, and then said calmly, "Have you finished all the preparations I asked you to make?"

The young man spoke respectfully: "Ten thousand soldiers are on standby at any time, and the information has been gathered."

Yang Xun was very satisfied upon hearing this.

"Then let's make our move. Five thousand soldiers will attack Fengxian County, and five thousand will cross Yinlong Mountain to Yunshui Town."

"Remember this: in this battle, we have no reason to fear death. Even if it costs us the lives of these ten thousand people, we will tear a piece of flesh from both sides!"

"Spiritual herbs and rice, as well as worldly possessions and livestock—steal what you can, and kill and burn everything you can't take!"

A chilling killing intent emanated from Yang Xun.

The young man kneeling before her trembled slightly, a hint of reluctance showing on his face pressed against the ground.

Yang Xun seemed to see through his thoughts and said indifferently:

"Once you embark on the path of immortal cultivation, you should understand that kinship and kinship are worthless and useless. Only the supreme realm is what people yearn for most."

"You are now at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining. Upon your return, I will bestow upon you a destiny of immortality, allowing you to break through to the fifth level of Qi Refining."

The young man's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly patted his head on the ground, respectfully saying:

"Thank you, sir!"

"I will remember your teachings, sir!"

Yang Xun slowly turned around, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and he took out a blood-red pill and threw it at the moon-white giant wolf.

"The Blood Infant Pill is indeed very effective, but it's a pity that it's too difficult to refine."

"Remember, the primary task this time is to bring back as many babies as possible."

"Go."

Upon hearing this, the young man, Alaigu, respectfully kowtowed and then got up and left.

That night.

Deep within Hidden Dragon Mountain, Huang Qingzhou was sitting cross-legged in a wooden house, cultivating.

He has been in the mountains for several years since he took on the task of guarding the border.

Having no spiritual roots and already in my seventies, I thought my spiritual realm wouldn't improve much in this lifetime.

However, after years of fighting with the barbarians of the Western Wilderness and the monsters in the mountains, enduring wind and rain, and eating raw meat and drinking blood, he found a peculiar feeling.

Despite his advanced age, he remained steadfast and resilient, accumulating knowledge and experience before unleashing his full potential. In just a few years, he broke through the Qi Refining realm and his cultivation had reached the third level of Qi Refining.

Such a rate of improvement is in no way inferior to that of those young people with abundant energy and blood.

In his early years, his daughter married Shen Wenxing, and his grandson and granddaughter were born one after another. Huang Qingzhou originally planned to stay in the martial arts school, teach his disciples how to temper their bodies, and spend his spare time with his grandson and granddaughter, and live a peaceful life like this.

But now that the Shen family has risen to prominence and grown to this point, Huang Qingzhou's passion has been rekindled, and he is prepared to risk his old bones to protect this hard-won legacy for his son-in-law and grandson.

"Woo——"

A deep horn blast pierced the night sky!
"Enemy attack!"

"Those barbarian bastards are attacking!"

Amidst the commotion, a figure hurried into the wooden house.

"Elder Huang, the barbarians are attacking!"

A clan soldier whose cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Acquired Realm came to report, brandishing his sword!

Huang Qingzhou suddenly stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "How many people are on the other side?"

"I don't know, it was a dark mass of people!"

"I estimate there are several thousand!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Qingzhou's expression turned solemn.

Since he took charge of this place, although the Western Wilderness Barbarians occasionally harassed them, most of the time they only sent small teams of a hundred or several hundred people to search for rare mineral veins, and there was never a large-scale invasion.

"not good!"

"This must be the revenge of Beast Mountain!"

After a moment's thought, Huang Qingzhou understood that the barbarian tribe's large-scale attack was definitely Hundred Beast Mountain's revenge for the previous incident.

After the negotiations in Anyang City, Shen Wenxing sent a letter to warn him to be wary of retaliation from Hundred Beasts Mountain.

If you encounter a large-scale invasion by barbarians, don't fight to the death; survival is the priority.

While the Hundred Beasts Mountain clan might disregard the lives of the barbarians, the Shen family could not allow these clansmen to die.

"Immediately dispatch two groups of men: one to Longpanshan Martial Arts School for reinforcements, and the other to report to the patriarch. The rest of you, fight and retreat, delaying as long as you can!"

"Yes!"

After the tribal soldiers left to carry out their orders, Huang Qingzhou pondered for a moment, then grabbed the saber beside him and rushed out.

(End of this chapter)