The First Academy in the Cultivation World

Ling Yan'er looked down for a while, then took out her cell phone. Yes, she just wanted to play with her cell phone in a different place.

When it was completely dark and the lights in the dormitory downstairs were on, Ling Yan'er put away her cell phone and grabbed Dongfang Zichu who was reading a book.

Dongfang Zichu was confused: "What are you doing?"

"That magic spell that can act like fireworks!" Ling Yan'er said excitedly, "I waited here just to see this!"

Enjoying the scenery is just your lie.

Dongfang Zichu was incredulous: "You came all the way here just to let me set off magic fireworks for you?"

Ling Yan'er nodded and said, otherwise.

If it weren't for this, she would have been lying in bed, exposed to the cold wind.

Dongfang Zichu met Ling Yan'er's expectant eyes. What could he do? He flew out to perform for Ling Yan'er.

Spells exploded one after another in the air. Perhaps sensing the spiritual power of the spells, everyone except Hua Qingfeng came over.

Lin Zidie stood beside Ling Yan'er and asked, "What is he doing?"

Ling Yan'er watched Dongfang Zichu's performance and said, "What a beautiful magic show! Much more beautiful than fireworks."

Ling Ziye, who was on the other side of Lin Zidie and Ling Yan'er, was about to turn around and leave when he heard Ling Yan'er say that, but was stopped by Ling Yan'er on both sides. Ling Yan'er didn't have enough hands to stop the others, so she could only watch them go: "Don't leave, you must know some magic like this, let me see it!"

Ling Ziye said: "I only know how to use a knife, not magic."

Lin Zidie also said: "I only know formations, not spells."

It is enough to let Dongfang Zichu do the magic show alone.

"Swear!" Ling Yan'er gritted her teeth, "If you can do that, I'll strike you with lightning!"

"Every time we overcome tribulation, we will be struck by lightning." Lin Zidie kindly reminded.

Ling Yan'er was silent. Dongfang Zichu flew back when his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He looked at Ling Yan'er's movements and asked, "Why are you pulling them?"

"Let them perform too." Ling Yan'er said, "They said they can't do it."

"I'll teach them." Dongfang Zichu smiled kindly, "These spells are easy to learn."

"That's not good." Lin Zidie refused: "How can we learn your unique magic? No merit, no reward."

"Nothing special. These aren't my exclusive spells. They're all from the academy's library. You can learn them all." Dongfang Zichu said, "They're very simple."

This magic show must be performed, right? Lin Zidie and Ling Ziye only hated themselves for standing next to Ling Yan'er. They should have stood further away!

Dongfang Zichu taught Lin Zidie and Ling Ziye. Unlike Dongfang Zichu, the two had low cultivation levels and ran out of spiritual power after just a few minutes of performance. They performed until midnight before being released by Ling Yan'er.

Well... the students who came up later, including Duan Xian and others, were basically called by Ling Yan'er to perform.

The magic that Dongfang Zichu taught them was actually different from the one that Ling Ziye and Lin Zidie taught them.

A few days later, Hua Qingfeng gave Ling Yan'er a wooden box.

This box was not as gorgeous as the one Ling Yaner showed Hua Qingfeng. It was just an ordinary wooden box.

Ling Yan'er got the box and asked Dongfang Zichu to engrave the formation. Hua Qingfeng was about to leave when Ling Yan'er stopped him and said, "What's the rush? This is for you."

Ling Yan'er handed Hua Qingfeng a stack of formation books: "When you have time, read more books and learn a few more formations. Once you have mastered them all, just return the books to me."

Hua Qingfeng took the formation book and exclaimed, hasn’t he learned enough?

He has already learned how to make elixirs, refine weapons, and draw talismans. Does he need to learn formations as well?

Hua Qingfeng left with a stack of books, looking speechless.

After Dongfang Zichu finished engraving the formation, Ling Yan'er took out the note from the ordinary box and put it in.

Then he started to let Dongfang Zichu help him choose the prizes.

"How many spirit stones are you going to use for each draw this time? It won't be two low-grade spirit stones, right?" Dongfang Zichu asked while taking out things.

Ling Yan'er shook her head. "Two copper coins are for those useless little things that take up space. This time, everyone can use it, so of course we can't go that low. Five hundred spirit stones per draw!"

"How could anyone come at such a high altitude?" Ling Yan'er divided the Foundation Establishment Pills into ten porcelain bottles and said, "I've inquired. Foundation Establishment Pills are a very popular commodity. There's a high price but no demand. Ling Ziye said Su Hongxiu doesn't even have the recipe for them."

"It's said that only large sects have recipes for Foundation Establishment Pills, so they haven't used them to advance. Our grand prize uses Foundation Establishment Pills, so there will definitely be people who want this and come to the lottery."

Dongfang Zichu said: "Then other things cannot be higher than the foundation-building stage."

"Of course." Ling Yan'er nodded. "Five hundred low-grade spirit stones are not enough to buy a Foundation Establishment Pill. The market price is generally two to three thousand low-grade spirit stones. Let's hold a lottery. If I draw a Nascent Soul Golden Pill, I'll lose money. It's pointless to set a high price. Let's do this for fun, and the Foundation Establishment Pill is the most valuable item."

The item is not of high value and will not attract the covetousness of people with high cultivation.

At most, Dongfang Zichu could deal with people in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"That's fine." Dongfang Zichu cleared out a batch of magical instruments and pills that could be used in the Qi Refining Stage from the storage ring and classified them according to their value.

Ling Yan'er said, "We shouldn't put all of this in here. Didn't we divide up so many materials in the secret realm before? Take some out too, the lowest-value materials. The first prize is a magical tool, the second prize is elixirs, and the third prize is materials."

Dongfang Zichu nodded and divided it again. The third prize materials were only worth a dozen or twenty low-grade spirit stones, the second prize pills were worth a hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the first prize magic weapon was worth about five or six hundred low-grade spirit stones.

If you win the first prize, you can make your money back, but if you win the Foundation Establishment Pill, you can make a profit.

Ling Yan'er didn't know the specific prices of these things, but she had no objection to Dongfang Zichu's classification. She divided the things into four boxes and packed them up. Ling Yan'er asked Dongfang Zichu to put them away: "Tomorrow we will ask Su Hongxiu and Ling Ziye if they want to go out. If they don't want to go, we will ask Hua Qingfeng."

"Then why don't you ask Hua Qingfeng directly?" Dongfang Zichu asked curiously.

"We can't just grab a sheep and pluck it." Ling Yan'er said, "We need to understand sustainable development."

Dongfang Zichu was speechless at Ling Yan'er's twisted logic, but he had to admit that Ling Yan'er was right.

The next day, Ling Yan'er went to ask Ling Ziye, and Ling Ziye agreed to go to the market with Ling Yan'er.

Ling Yan'er thought he would go to Lingyun City. After all, Su Hongxiu always went to Lingyun City to sell pills, but he took Ling Yan'er to another place.

"Hey, where is this?" After getting off the flying boat, Ling Yan'er opened her phone and found that this place was not even marked on the base map.

Unlike Lingyun City and Furong City, which have their names marked on the map, there are no names of cities or villages here.

Ling Ziye did not answer, but gave Ling Yan'er a black cloak and asked her to put on it.

Dongfang Zichu didn't have a black cloak, but he put on a small bamboo hat and sat on Ling Yan'er's shoulder, whispering, "This is the so-called black market you've been looking for."

"What a bargain!" Ling Yan'er looked very excited.

Dongfang Zichu held his forehead with his hand: "What are you trying to do? I hope you don't get taken advantage of."

Ling Yan'er didn't care what Dongfang Zichu said and followed Ling Ziye to the market manager.

After Ling Ziye negotiated, he handed Ling Yan'er a sign: "You can set up a stall here for three days. After three days, the market will be closed."

"Isn't it fixed in one place?" Ling Yan'er asked as she looked through the sign that had nothing engraved on it.

"No." Ling Ziye chose a spot for Ling Yan'er and said, "You stay here first. I'll go do something."

"Okay." Ling Yan'er looked around. On the left was a piece of black cloth with some spiritual herbs placed on it, and on the right were bottles and jars placed there. The one selling the talisman paper opposite should be there.

Each stall owner was wearing a black cloak, so their appearance could not be seen clearly. Ling Yan'er couldn't even tell their gender.

The vendors around here were basically selling these things. After seeing them, Ling Yan'er had to admit that Dongfang Zichu was right. In this situation, it really didn't look like there was any chance of finding a bargain.

Ling Yan'er took out her cell phone and found that the street was basically full of yellow names, and Dongfang Zichu put out a lottery package.

Ling Yan'er looked at the yellow names on the street, some of which were red, and only a few green names scattered around, and felt completely insecure.

But he still took out the wooden sign he had written last night and placed it on the table.

I don’t know if anyone will come to set up this kind of stall here.

Ling Yan'er was worried that no one would come, but she saw a man without a cloak coming from the direction Ling Ziye left. He observed the things on both sides all the way until he came to Ling Yan'er.

Ling Yan'er lowered her head and saw that he was a yellow name on the phone and his cultivation level was at the peak of Qi Refining.

He stopped in front of Ling Yan'er's stall, looked at everything and Ling Yan'er's wooden sign, and asked, "Are you selling your Foundation Establishment Pills separately?"

Ling Yan'er shook her head and said in a clear voice, "Only the lottery."

"What if I can't get it?" he asked.

"That means I'm unlucky," Ling Yan'er replied. "Even if I didn't draw the Foundation Establishment Pill, if I drew something else... it wouldn't be too bad."

The man glanced at Dongfang Zichu and asked, "Where are the spirit stones?"

Ling Yan'er picked up the basket: "Put it here!"

He put two thousand low-grade spirit stones in it, and Ling Yan'er watched as the basket was suddenly full.

Dongfang Zichu put the spirit stone into the storage bag, then dropped it onto the box and said, "You can draw four times. You can touch four slips at once, or you can touch one slip four times at a time."

The man reached in and asked, "What if I accidentally grab too much?"

"No." Dongfang Zichu said, "There is a formation on the box. You can only take out so much. It's best not to be clever."

When the man saw Dongfang Zichu's cultivation level, he did not look down on him because of his size.

He took out four slips of paper from the box in an orderly manner. Ling Yan'er hurried over to take a look. He had drawn three third prizes and one first prize. His luck was pretty good.

Dongfang Zichu handed over the basket of materials for the third prize and the shelf for the spiritual artifacts and said, "Choose a spiritual artifact and three materials for yourself."

Spiritual weapons are all different weapons, with different origins and a variety of materials.

After the man selected three items, he asked, "Will you still be there tomorrow?"

"If not many people enter the lottery, it will still be there," Ling Yan'er said. "If everything is taken, it will be gone. I only prepared this much."

The man nodded and left, and Ling Yan'er and Dongfang Zichu sat back down.

No one has come for a long time. There are not many stall owners in this black market, and not many people come to buy things. Most of the occasional people come and go in a hurry.

There are still only a few people like the one before who look at everything.

Ling Yan'er waited until lunchtime, but there was only that one customer. After lunch, she poked Dongfang Zichu and asked, "Why are there so few people here?"

Dongfang Zichu shook his head: "How should I know? This is my first time here too."

At this time, the stall owner next door said, "The market officially opens tomorrow, and there will be more people tomorrow."

"Thank you." Ling Yan'er thanked him and asked, "Is business good here?"

The stall owner, not sure if it was a smile, replied, "No one here is a professional businessman. Whether or not we can sell anything depends entirely on luck."

Ling Yan'er stopped asking. She remembered that most of the people here were Huang Ming. Whether they could maintain friendship did not depend on their conscience, but on the other party's cultivation.

The stall owner who spoke to her was in the Foundation Establishment Stage and also had a Huang Ming name.

In the afternoon, five people came to Ling Yan'er's place, three girls and two boys, and they didn't have any cloaks on them.

The five of them looked like they were from the same sect. It was one of the girls who discovered Ling Yan'er's stall. She called out to her companions, "Senior sisters and brothers, there are actually foundation-building pills here?"