A life of leisure is worse than a life of flowers and splendour

Lingzhi Wushuang picked out what he didn't have and continued to buy up to the fourth level, and he still hadn't used up all his spirit stones. The fifth level was the one that was recently auctioned, and the fourth level only had a few common ones, and the uncommon ones could only be seen at auctions.

I considered buying some talisman paper and pens, but after a glance at my senior brother, I decided it wasn't necessary. I'd look around for other options. If that didn't work out, I'd buy a large quantity of talisman paper, spiritual ink, and pens. If that didn't work out, I could give them to my senior brother. Oh, and I can buy more for myself, too. I can also buy monster meat, spiritual rice, and spiritual noodles. Finally, I picked out some shields, protective gear, spiritual boots, wrist guards, and so on, finally rounding up the items.

Over twenty storage bags lay before her, each bulging with contents. She eagerly took out some of the items, such as the wristbands and spirit boots, and donned them without a word. The wristbands were intricately designed, even featuring several grooves specifically designed for concealed weapons. Carefully, she inserted the shadowless needle into these grooves, fitting perfectly.

In addition, there's a spirit-gathering pendant. When worn on the chest, it feels as if the surrounding spiritual energy is constantly flowing in. A hairpin that activates a shield, pinned to the hair, radiates a brilliant light, a testament to the abundance of spiritual energy. And a bracelet with hollow beads, perfect for storing precious medicinal pills. If you were ever in dire straits where you couldn't use your spatial storage device, the medicinal pills hidden within the bracelet could be your ultimate lifeline, potentially saving your life in the nick of time!

The senior brother watching him act couldn't help but shake his head, feeling it was a bit unnecessary. After all, even in a so-called "absolute spiritual land," under normal circumstances, it wouldn't affect the use of the spatial storage device. Who knows when it will actually come in handy? However, she firmly believed that it was always right to plan ahead; it was always better to be prepared than to sharpen the weapon at the last minute.

"Is it possible that the entire space is blocked by a mysterious and powerful force, rendering any spatial storage device completely useless at this moment?" Wushuang said calmly, her face as calm as water. Although her voice was soft, the interests at stake were clearly conveyed.

"This... is there such a thing?" The eldest brother's previously confident expression now wavered with hesitation. He simply couldn't be sure if it was truly as Wushuang had described. After much deliberation, the eldest brother decided to try buying one himself. After all, the price wasn't too expensive, only a few dozen low-grade spirit stones. While they were a hundred times more expensive than ordinary pill bottles, these storage containers came in a wide variety of styles and designs. Even if they weren't used for storage, they were still quite a good choice simply as ornaments.

However, the eldest brother was clearly more concerned with the aesthetics of the bracelet. After careful selection, he ultimately settled on a bracelet that could only hold three pills. This small and exquisite bracelet, with its unique shape and exquisite workmanship, was indeed a great decorative accessory when worn.

Wushuang, by contrast, paid no attention to appearance. For her, practicality was the most important consideration. So, without hesitation, she chose a large-capacity storage bracelet capable of holding a full sixteen pills, and a decorative mini jade bottle hung around her waist, also capable of holding four or five pills. As for the appearance and aesthetics, that was completely unrelated to her. Besides her own, Du Shuangshuang also bought a lot more: bracelets and waist accessories, all hollow in the middle, suitable for storing small items. She would give one to each of her family and friends when she returned.

Wushuang successfully obtained the membership certificate and entered the third floor. However, before entering, the eldest brother stuffed a storage bag into her hand and said, "This is from Master."

Wushuang took it and took a look. Wow, it was twenty thousand high-grade spirit stones! Are all Yuanying cultivators so wealthy? What Wushuang didn't know was that even her master, Yuanying Zhenren, had a hard time coming up with so many spirit stones. He had sold some things and exchanged some points to get enough, which he gave to her. He knew that the threshold for getting in to inquire about the information was 100 top-grade spirit stones, and he didn't want his disciple to exchange those rare items for spirit stones. It was a bit uneconomical. Spirit stones can be earned, and everything can be exchanged for spirit stones, but even with spirit stones, you can't necessarily buy those things. He was afraid that his disciple would regret it.

As for refining a life-defining magic weapon for his apprentice, how could spirit stones impress him? He would have to use something that was difficult to exchange for even spirit stones.

Wushuang finally reached the third floor. There was no one there, just an empty room with rules written on one wall. He wrote down his questions on a blank jade slip on the table and passed it in through the window. The person inside would read it and tell him if he could answer it, and what the price was. If he agreed to pay spirit stones, he would give him the answer.

Wushuang recorded his father's appearance and name on a jade slip, stating that he wanted to know the man's whereabouts. After submitting it, Wushuang waited anxiously for information, but the other party replied that the man had appeared ten years ago, but there had been no news since. To find out the details, he needed 100 million low-grade spirit stones.

Du Shuangshuang happily took out the spirit stone and got the news that ten years ago, this person was hunted by the Hehuan Sect and fled into the Wanren Mountain Canyon and has never appeared since then.

"Is it possible that he has been captured by the Hehuan Sect?" Wushuang asked. With this unlucky physique, it is not easy for him to be targeted by the Hehuan Sect. Even the disciples of the Dao Sect can be targeted, not to mention his father. He might have been a casual cultivator at that time!

"No, he hasn't come out since he entered the Canyon of Ten Thousand Blades. Our information is absolutely correct, because our people were also very curious at the time, so they stayed there for a long time to make sure no one came out."

So sure? Then... Wushuang didn't dare to think about it. If he really went there, would there be any chance of survival? Tears welled up unconsciously, and his heart ached. Wushuang couldn't tell whether this was the original owner's feelings, or whether he had been with the Du family for so long that he had really developed feelings for them. Before, he had always regarded the Du family as a responsibility, the kind of thing he would repay when he was able, but he had never wanted to invest in emotions. But now, it seemed as if he had completely merged with the original owner.

Putting all that aside for now, Wushuang tried to calm himself down and asked a new question. He had just turned 20, so he was wondering if there were any women in the Feng family who had gone missing over 20 years ago, and who had good talents, since his mother had met his father more than 20 years ago.

"Master, a divine consciousness of a Daohua just scanned you and is now keeping an eye on you." What? Is this just the way it is here, or is my problem being noticed? Regardless, the question still needs to be asked. Fortunately, I had made preparations before coming to the black market. My appearance wasn't my own, and I was wearing a divine breath cloak that covered almost my entire body and most of my face. I also wore a mask underneath. With so much protection, the other party shouldn't be able to see through it, right?

The other party's reply was 100 million medium-grade spirit stones. This was really expensive. But he also wanted to know about Du Wushuang's mother. The mother of this body gave her the opportunity to embark on the path of immortal cultivation. In other words, he was the ultimate beneficiary. How could he ignore her?

Wushuang took out the spirit stones with a painful heart and took the jade slip. This time there was quite a lot of information, and he suddenly felt that the spirit stones were worth it.

Twenty-three years ago, the Feng family had only two geniuses, Feng Tianjiao and Feng Tianwu, who were known as the two prides of the Feng family. They both disappeared in a secret place at the same time. Feng Tianjiao returned twenty years ago, but Feng Tianwu has not returned yet.

Based on some information, I can't tell which one is my mother. After all, if my mother returned to the family safely after giving birth to me, that should have been twenty years ago, but if she encountered an accident, she might never have returned.

Attached below were portraits of the two. Both were beautiful, yet not alike. One was charming and attractive, yet with a touch of sharpness; the other was charming and attractive, yet with a touch of purity. Judging from their facial features alone, Wushuang felt that the charming Feng Tianwu was more like his mother; their mouths were exactly the same.

According to genetics, Feng Tianwu was basically confirmed, but she had disappeared. He had spent a lot of spirit stones, but still had no definite news about his parents.

I want to know where Feng Tianwu is now?

The other party directly refused to answer, which means there is no answer.

My father had most likely turned to bones in the canyon of Wanren Mountain, and my mother had disappeared without a trace. She must have returned to the world of immortal cultivation, otherwise my father wouldn't have followed her, but why did she disappear?

Wushuang left with doubts and went downstairs. His senior brother took him to the auction, which had just started.

Biyun, is that divine consciousness still paying attention to me?

Yes.

Wushuang was a little confused. This was the transformation of the gods. What should he do?

Because Wushuang had a membership order, the two were sent directly to the private room on the second floor.

"Big Brother, do you know who owns this Wanfeng Building or the black market?" The only person who could lock onto him with his spiritual sense after reaching the state of a spirit could be the owner of this Wanfeng Building.

"Senior Brother doesn't know this either. The power behind the black market is very mysterious. No one in the world of immortal cultivation has discovered it so far. We can only guess that it might be someone from a hidden family." Yes, even the news of the hidden family can be discovered. Wushuang felt a little uneasy in his heart.

At this time, the Feng family received a message from someone asking about the missing Feng family member. A team of people were dispatched to the black market. Leading the team was Feng Tianming, the youngest son of the Feng family patriarch. The four sons of the Feng family patriarch were Feng Tianshan, Feng Tianhe, Feng Tianqing, and Feng Tianming.