My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Chu Ci sat in the teahouse without saying a word, quietly listening to these people's discussions. It seemed that the war in the front had become more and more intense in the past two years.

At this time, someone else said, "Not only did we lose the battle, I also heard that two of the twelve mines were taken away by the Black Wind Nation, and now they are sending people to dig frantically day and night!"

"What! Have we already hit the mine?"

"The five major sects must have suffered heavy losses this time." Someone else spoke up.

A bald man laughed and said, "Yes, especially the Luoying Sect. I heard that they suffered a great loss."

The red-faced monk who spoke first heard this and looked at the bald man: "Look at your gloating expression. Why do I feel like you are a spy sent by the Black Wind Nation?"

The bald man was immediately displeased when he heard this: "Fuck! Who the hell are you calling a spy?"

"I'm just talking to you, what's wrong?" The red-faced monk did not give in. Both of them were in the late stage of foundation building, and he was not afraid of the other at all.

"Hey, everyone, please calm down. We can't mention the word spies casually these days." The teahouse owner heard that these people were getting quite tense, so he came out to smooth things over.

Unexpectedly, the owner of this small teahouse was actually in the perfect foundation-building stage. When the red-faced monk and the bald man saw this, they consciously shut their mouths, but both looked indignant.

Chu Ci sat for a while, and after roughly understanding the situation, he stood up and walked out of the teahouse.

Next he had to go to Baicaozhai first, as he still owed Manager Ma 10,000 spirit gathering talismans. In addition, he also planned to go to the ghost market to buy some magic crystals, and then buy some spiritual herbs at the Chima Merchant Alliance headquarters. After finishing all these, he could return to Huicheng.

As soon as he went out, he found that many people were looking up at the sky.

Chu Ci couldn't help but look up, and saw dozens of flying boats flying in the sky, each of which was densely packed with people, and they landed from Liuhe Terrace in the blink of an eye.

Chu Ci recognized that this was the flying boat of the Luoying Sect. He saw that the hundreds of people getting on and off the flying boat all had gloomy faces and were filled with murderous intent.

The leader was a middle-aged man about forty years old, more than eight feet tall, with a sharp face.

Nascent Soul stage!

This was the first time Chu Ci had seen a Nascent Soul cultivator. The powerful pressure emanating from the other party was so strong that people dared not look directly at him.

"Ancestor Changchun!? Is Luoying Sect going to teleport to Baoxia Spiritual Mine? I didn't expect that he would actually go there in person."

"What? This is Patriarch Changchun? The most powerful Nascent Soul Patriarch of Luoying Sect?" the person next to him whispered.

Chu Ci looked back and saw that following Changchun Patriarch was an old man with an immortal look, who was none other than Taixu Zhenren whom he had met decades ago.

Behind him were dozens of Jindan cultivators, half of whom were female, and behind them were hundreds of foundation-building cultivators.

These people said nothing, and as soon as they got off the flying boat they walked quickly forward.

Everyone around was whispering.

"Brother, can you see that Luoying Sect is really anxious this time? Even these female cultivators who rarely come out are out. It seems that the rumors are true."

Another person nodded: "Yes, it seems that Luoying Sect has mobilized all its forces."

Chu Ci was also standing in the crowd, and suddenly he found another acquaintance, Hu Qiang.

Thinking back to the five sects’ competition, this man was easily subdued by Ma Zhijie, and he was quite magnanimous at the time.

Hu Qiang's spiritual roots should be excellent, otherwise he would not be ranked second only to Situ Lang in Luoying Sect. After all these years of practice, he has now reached the late stage of foundation building. At this moment, Hu Qiang has a solemn look on his face, and he quickly follows Taixu Zhenren and other Jindan cultivators. It can be seen that as a foundation building cultivator, this person should belong to the first echelon.

Soon, hundreds of people left, leaving behind a crowd of onlookers who were talking about the situation.

It can be seen that the battle at Baoxia Ling Mine has become increasingly fierce.

Chu Ci walked to a corner and took out a human skin disguise talisman from his ring, which was the one he used when he went to Baicaozhai before.

Arriving at Baicao Zhai, Shopkeeper Ma recognized Chu Ci at a glance: "Haha, it seems that Fellow Daoist Chu is indeed trustworthy."

Chu Ci didn't waste any words and walked to the private room upstairs. He reached into his arms and took out 15,000 soul gathering talismans.

Shopkeeper Ma's eyes suddenly lit up. This was five thousand more than what the two had agreed upon before.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, we will still trade these talismans at the original price, but I have a favor to ask..."

Half an hour later, Chu Ci walked out of Baicaozhai. In his hand was the token given to him by Shopkeeper Ma for entering and exiting the Ghost Market.

It was not until midnight that Chu Ci arrived at the entrance of the ghost market. It was the same minotaur who looked at Chu Ci's token and let him in.

As soon as he entered the Ghost Market, Chu Ci found something strange. There was a small house at the entrance compared to the previous one. Three people were standing side by side at the door of the house. None of them wore masks. They were all in the perfect foundation-building stage. Each of them had a big red sword on his back, which was particularly eye-catching.

As soon as Chu Ci came out, the three people looked at him and then quickly shifted their gaze without saying anything.

Chu Ci couldn't help but frowned slightly. He didn't know what these three people were doing, and what was in the small house behind them? Who could it be? The only one who could let three foundation-building cultivators guard the door could only be a Jindan cultivator.

It was not advisable to stay here for long. Chu Ci showed no expression on his face and walked quickly into the ghost market.

Soon Chu Ci arrived at the stall that sold magic crystals.

The price of magic crystal has increased a lot compared to two years ago. Before, it was only ten spirit stones per piece, but now it costs 15 spirit stones. I think it is because too many spirit stones were mined from Baoxia Spiritual Mine, and the value of spirit stones has depreciated.

"Fellow Daoist, I want all the magic crystals you have now."

Chu Ci transmitted the message to the other party.

The monk who was setting up the stall seemed very excited after hearing this. He took out a storage ring and said, "My fellow Daoist, all the magic crystals I have are here. There are more than 18 in total. I will give you all the change. You only need to pay me spirit stones."

Chu Ci nodded, handed over the spirit stone, turned around and left.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard a quarrel in front.

"Why won't you let me out? Do you think the ghost market forces people to buy and sell?"

Chu Ci looked over and saw a monk wearing a bear mask shouting angrily. In front of him were the three men with red knives on their backs that he had just seen.

Facing the question from the bear monk, the three of them had very calm expressions. The one in the middle said calmly, "The situation here is special today. We'll talk about it later."

"What does this mean? Can't we go out yet?" After hearing what the other party said, the bear monk felt something was wrong and asked immediately.

"No." The person on the other side didn't want to waste time and replied directly.

The bear monk wanted to get angry, but when he thought about his cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and walked away angrily.

This scene caused a commotion among the people around.

"Hey, what does this mean? Why won't they let us out?"

"That's right, are you planning to lock us up?"

Everyone was talking about it, but because of the three people's cultivation level, no one dared to step forward.

Chu Ci was also watching this scene quietly in the crowd, and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart.

At this moment, in the small house behind the three people, the door curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man who also carried a red knife on his back walked out.

This person was a Jindan cultivator. As soon as he appeared, the entrance of the Ghost Market immediately became much quieter.

"Hurry, the young master is here!" After the middle-aged Jindan cultivator came out, he did not look at other people in the field, but spoke to his three subordinates.

Before he finished his words, a dazzling white light appeared at the entrance of the Ghost Market, followed by a large group of people rushing in.