I became a passerby in the book, and I became a god

Since the black market is safe, and Mo Zihan and his friends entered the black market to find what they needed, Yu Qiuyi separated from Mo Zihan and his friends after the black market was officially opened.

Yu Qiuyi walked all the way to the area where martial arts techniques were sold, and saw rows of stalls filled with jade slips.

For cultivators, it is important to choose the right method. If the right method is chosen, the subsequent practice will be much smoother. If the wrong method is chosen, then if they want to practice other methods, they must disperse the power and start over.

There are two types of exercises, one with attributes and one without attributes.

Attribute skills are divided into single attribute skills and mutual attribute skills. The audience of this type of skills is single spiritual root cultivators and double spiritual root mutual spiritual root cultivators.

Cultivators with three spiritual roots or above usually choose non-attribute cultivation techniques. Non-attribute cultivation techniques mean that no matter what attribute, they can be cultivated. Yu Qiuyi needed a non-attribute cultivation technique.

Yu Qiuyi walked all the way through the area selling martial arts techniques, stopping to take a look at every stall.

But I have visited no less than a hundred stalls, and although I have seen quite a few attributeless techniques, the highest one is only a high-level Xuan-grade technique, and the price is more than five thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and even a low-level Huang-grade technique costs three hundred medium-grade spirit stones.

Yu Qiuyi was speechless. Was it poverty that limited her knowledge? Was this the price that was 20% cheaper than the outside world? Seeing others talking so excitedly about it, I thought an ordinary cultivator could also buy it.

It’s not like Yu Qiuyi hadn’t asked around before, but when people talked about martial arts, they wouldn’t tell the approximate price as if it was a taboo.

If she knew that even yellow-level skills were so expensive, she probably wouldn't have come to the black market.

Yu Qiuyi was somewhat speechless. Does poverty mean one is not even worthy of cultivation?

She was greatly disappointed. It seemed that she could not afford to buy a good martial arts book on the black market.

Just as she was about to leave and go somewhere else to see if she could get some good stuff, suddenly a childish voice came into her mind. It was different from the clear voice of Amu, but it was a vague voice, like a one-year-old baby who had just learned to speak.

After confirming it three times with his consciousness, Yu Qiuyi finally knew what the baby voice said.

It turned out that she was asked to go to the southeast, to the innermost location.

So Yu Qiuyi obediently went in that direction, while his consciousness was always communicating with the owner of the baby voice.

Through communication, Yu Qiuyi found out that the one who made the baby-like voice like a one-year-old baby was actually Qingli.

Qingli said that after Yu Qiuyi and the others left the secret realm, the secret realm shook and began to collapse rapidly.

Qingli thought he was doomed at the time, and was still sadly thinking that his clan would be completely wiped out, but he found that the collapsed fragments of the secret realm were indeed falling towards him, but every time they were about to hit him, they would turn into five colors of spiritual energy and merge into his body.

When all the fragments were integrated into Qingli's body, he fell into a deep sleep and only woke up today.

During this process, Qingli didn't know why he was in Yu Qiuyi's dantian after waking up, even though he had clearly separated from Yu Qiuyi at the beginning.

After saying this, Qingli told Yu Qiuyi the reason why he wanted her to go to the innermost part in the southeast. He didn't know what was there, but he had a hunch that Yu Qiuyi could gain something there.

After explaining the reason, Qingli fell silent again.

In fact, Qingli was now wondering, he was a python, but now he turned back into an egg. Could it be that activating the ancient bloodline would turn him back into an egg, commonly known as atavism? Returning to an egg?

Although Qingli is an egg now, he can see things outside the egg. He looked at the wood Ganoderma lucidum next to him, which he had been guarding for nearly a thousand years, and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

He did not use the 100,000-year-old wood Ganoderma lucidum, but he must have evolved, because even though he is still an egg now, he can feel that he now has endless possibilities in his body.

Also, his tribesmen clearly had made a contract with humans, so why wasn’t he in such a situation? Could it be because of that ancient bloodline that his tribesmen talked about?

But his people have lived in that secret realm for at least a hundred thousand years. In such a long time, is it true that there are no people in the tribe who have more ancient blood than him?

Why did the tribesmen choose to sacrifice all their blood and essence to him when it was his turn? They didn't even leave one more tribesman behind. In the unknown future, were they so sure that he could get out?

He had been anxious and puzzled about this before, until now he had really left the secret place where their clan was imprisoned.

Qingli even suspected that their clan was waiting for the female cultivator who had made a contract with him. Otherwise, why would his soul imprint contract with this female cultivator without any resistance? The secret realm also collapsed after this female cultivator left.

I just don’t know what the reason for their clan being locked up in that secret realm has to do with this female cultivator.

Qingli in Yu Qiuyi's dantian was full of thoughts, but Yu Qiuyi had already reached the position Qingli said.

This was a remote corner. Apart from eight people setting up stalls, there was no one else buying martial arts techniques.

Qingli told Yu Qiuyi in a vague baby voice: "The third brown jade slip on the outermost layer on the left hand side of the old man's stall at the innermost, buy it!"

After hearing this, Yu Qiuyi did not go directly to the old man's stall, but stopped to check every stall here, and finally walked to the old man at the innermost stall.

Yu Qiuyi did the same thing as he did at the stall in front of him, checking every jade slip.

As for the old man's jade slips of martial arts techniques, apart from looking older than those of others, there was nothing special about them. They were all lower-level yellow-grade martial arts techniques.

Yu Qiuyi also looked at the brown jade slip that Qingli mentioned, but didn't see anything special about it. However, she didn't find a suitable one along the way, so she chose to believe Qingli.

After reading them all, Yu Qiuyi frowned, shook his head in disappointment, picked up one of the jade slips at random and asked, "Old sir, how many spirit stones does this jade slip cost?"

The old man, whose eyes were originally cloudy, brightened up instantly when he heard someone asking, and replied with hope in his eyes: "Three hundred middle-grade spirit stones."

Yu Qiuyi frowned and said nothing.

Seeing this, the old man hesitated and said, "How about two hundred and eighty middle-grade spirit stones?"

"How about this, the jade slips you have here look quite old, please give me some that are more suitable, and I'll take two." Yu Qiuyi said.

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about 550 medium-grade spirit stones?"

Seeing that Yu Qiuyi was still frowning, he gritted his teeth and said, "Five hundred and forty middle-grade spirit stones. It can't be any less. Others sell for three hundred middle-grade spirit stones. Although mine are a bit old, they are not bad compared to other people's skills of the same level."

Yu Qiuyi did not agree immediately. She paused for a moment, and when she saw that the old man was no longer giving in, she said, "Okay."

The old man immediately said happily: "Okay, okay, then which jade slip do you need?"

Yu Qiuyi seemed to be undecided. He pointed at this and shook his head, then pointed at that and shook his head. Finally, he pointed at the brown jade slip casually and said hesitantly, "Let's... this one."

The old man looked in the direction of Yu Qiuyi's finger and saw the brown jade slip. A strange look flashed across his eyes.