Immortals Step into Heaven

In this slightly dimmed private room, the atmosphere was strangely solemn. Hu Gui narrowed his eyes slightly, a shrewd glint in his eyes. He lowered his voice and asked Fellow Daoist Han, "Fellow Daoist Han, do you want a spiritual weapon?" His voice was as light as a breeze, yet it carried a hint of mysterious allure.

Zheng Yuan, standing nearby, calmly picked up the steaming spiritual tea and took a sip, feeling its unique spiritual power spreading across his tongue. He then said calmly, "Shopkeeper Hu, do you have spiritual artifacts for sale?" His words were concise, yet they added a touch of tension to the small space.

Hu Gui frowned slightly, looked at Han Daoyou, and emphasized again, "Han Daoyou, this spiritual weapon is not cheap, do you really want to buy it?" He stared at Han Daoyou, trying to see any hesitation in his expression.

Zheng Yuan put down the teacup in his hand, making a slight clinking sound. He looked at Hu Gui and said softly, "Shopkeeper Hu, please take it out and have a look. If it's something suitable, I'll buy it!" His eyes revealed a kind of confidence and calmness, as if he was completely sure of this spiritual weapon that was about to appear.

Shopkeeper Hu nodded slightly, turned around, and took out an exquisite box from the sandalwood cabinet behind him. When he opened the box, a soft light instantly illuminated the entire room, and a strangely shaped spiritual sword was faintly visible in the light.

The sword seemed to be surging with light, and a blue gem was inlaid on the hilt, emitting mysterious spiritual energy fluctuations. A hint of heat flashed in Han Daoyou's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

This sword, called the Flowing Light Sword, is the masterpiece of a master weapon refiner. It can change its weight and sharpness according to the owner's spiritual power, making it a rare low-grade spiritual weapon. Shopkeeper Hu spoke slowly, his eyes wandering over Zheng Yuan's face.

Zheng Yuan stared at the spirit sword, frowning slightly, as if assessing its value. Reaching out and gently touching the blade, a surge of spirit power flowed through his fingertips, sending a shockwave through his heart.

It is indeed a good sword, but regarding the price, Shopkeeper Hu, you must not ask for an exorbitant price, said Fellow Daoist Han.

Shopkeeper Hu smiled and said, "Friend Han, the price of a treasure like this is naturally not low, but I won't force you too much. If you really want it, we can discuss it."

Fellow Daoist Han, this low-grade spiritual weapon is priced at six thousand low-grade spiritual stones. What do you think?

Zheng Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Manager Hu, does your palace have any defensive spiritual weapons?"

Shopkeeper Hu was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zheng Yuan, of course we have defensive spiritual weapons." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards another tall cabinet. After opening the door, he found several objects emitting different lights inside.

Shopkeeper Hu picked up a small, shield-like spiritual weapon. It looked ordinary, but upon closer inspection, a faint layer of spiritual energy circulated on its surface. This was the 'Spiritual Gold Shield.' Once activated, it could withstand the full force of a cultivator below the Golden Core stage. It was also lightweight and easy to carry, without affecting mobility.

Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed with interest. He reached out to take it, feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from the shield. He nodded and asked, "Anything else?" Shopkeeper Hu took out another bracelet. This 'spiritual bracelet', which looked like an ordinary ornament at ordinary times, could instantly generate a spiritual energy shield to protect the whole body when attacked. It could also automatically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish its own consumption.

Zheng Yuan picked up the bracelet and examined it. He probed his spiritual power into it, sensing the complex and delicate spiritual circuits within. His lips curled up slightly. This bracelet was quite interesting.

Looking at the bracelet, he said, "This method of spiritual energy circulation is very wonderful, but I wonder what its defense limit is?" Shopkeeper Hu smiled and explained that this bracelet can withstand multiple attacks from cultivators in the early stages of the Foundation Establishment period. If it is an attack from a cultivator in the late stages of the Foundation Establishment period, it can also withstand one or two, but there will be damage.

Zheng Yuan played with the bracelet, and he had already begun to calculate. "Shopkeeper Hu, how much are these two defensive spiritual weapons?" Shopkeeper Hu held up seven fingers. "Each one is seven thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

Zheng Yuan frowned and said, "Manager Hu, this price is a bit high for spirit stones."

Shopkeeper Hu looked embarrassed. "Fellow Daoist Zheng Yuan, this price is really too low. This defensive spiritual weapon is more expensive than ordinary spiritual weapons. How about Fellow Daoist Han give you 6,900 spirit stones?"

Zheng Yuan frowned, a look of hesitation on his face. He glanced at the bracelet in his hand, then at the Flowing Light Sword, and ultimately decided on the bracelet. With his current strength, he couldn't unleash the might of a low-grade spirit sword. Using it against an enemy would only make it a sight to behold. He slowly said, "Shopkeeper Hu, while defensive spirit weapons are valuable, this price is still a bit high. The maximum I'll offer is 6,200 low-grade spirit stones. I can't afford more."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Hu shook his head repeatedly. "Fellow Daoist Zheng Yuan, six thousand is far too little. This is already a loss-making deal. How about this? Six thousand five hundred spirit stones. This is my bottom line."

Zheng Yuan said, "Shopkeeper Hu, six thousand two hundred spirit stones. If it's possible, let's trade now." Shopkeeper Hu looked hesitant, his eyes gazing back and forth at Zheng Yuan, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Shopkeeper Hu was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Never mind. Six thousand two hundred spirit stones is six thousand two hundred spirit stones. I'll take a small loss today, and I'll just consider it as making friends with you."

Zheng Yuan smiled. "Shopkeeper Hu is really straightforward. If you have any good stuff in the future, don't forget me." He took out the spirit stones from his storage bag, counted them, and handed them to Shopkeeper Hu.

Shopkeeper Hu took the spirit stones, carefully counted them, and then handed the bracelet, a defensive spiritual artifact, to Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan carefully stored it and breathed a sigh of relief. This defensive spiritual artifact was crucial to him; with it, he would have a greater chance of survival in the dangerous trials ahead.

Zheng Yuan hurried out of Tianbao Pavilion. Knowing the importance of not showing off one's wealth, he used his magic to change his form and then wandered through several shops. In these shops, large and small, he carefully selected various elixirs. Healing pills, the shimmering yellow Huangyuan pills, and the Spirit Beast Pills, which significantly aided the growth of the Spirit-Seeking Rat. After a series of transactions, three thousand low-grade spirit stones were spent.

Including the cost of purchasing defensive spiritual artifacts at Tianbao Pavilion, Zheng Yuan was stunned by the total cost of over nine thousand low-grade spirit stones for this outing. He subconsciously checked his storage bag and saw that the number of spirit stones inside had drastically decreased, almost by half. Such a large expenditure made him feel a little uneasy, but for the sake of long-term planning, this was the only way.

Afterwards, Zheng Yuan arrived at an ordinary-looking but clean inn. He entered the guest room and stayed there for a few days to simply refine the spiritual bracelet.

I changed all my clothes, even the accessories and other details, to ensure that no one would recognize me by my clothes.

After everything was ready, he wandered around the market for a few rounds. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly, but in fact he was paying close attention to the movements around him.