Isn't this a game? How come you guys are really cultivating immortals!

This spirit wine may not be rare in the future, but it will sell very well in markets where it is not currently available.

The caravan was traveling between several sects and wanted to place an order for a batch of goods from Fan Guzhou.

The leader of the caravan was called Tang Lingxiao.

The early stage of foundation building.

There is no other reason why cultivators join the caravan except that they have average talent and it is difficult for them to make any progress in this life. However, being a merchant allows them to roam in dangerous places, hunt monsters, and earn twice as much spirit stones.

Those who are brave enough are still willing to take a chance.

High-level cultivators always oppress low-level cultivators in terms of their realm. When Tang Lingxiao first met Fan Guzhou, he discovered that although this player felt uncomfortable with his realm being suppressed, he did not show much fear on his face, and was even very relaxed.

This is very rare among monks.

Of course, Tang Lingxiao didn't feel offended. He was just here to buy something. If he acted too strong, he would offend the local cultivators, who had a sect behind them.

He is a casual cultivator, but he has no advantages.

Since it was a transaction, Fan Guzhou didn't beat around the bush.

"Because this method was discovered by accident, it's quite difficult to make. We're selling it to you at cost price of four dollars a bottle. There are many flavors to choose from. We can only produce twenty bottles a day. How many would you like?"

Tang Lingxiao glanced at Fan Guzhou and said, "We'll stop for five days. We need a hundred bottles to try first. Five flavors will do, twenty bottles of each."

Fan Guzhou agreed without hesitation: "Okay, pay half of the deposit first, and we will deliver the goods here when the time comes."

As he spoke, he noticed that the cultivators who came with Tang Lingxiao were catching the little flower beast.

Those little flower beasts are just ordinary first-level spirit beasts, without even basic intelligence.

A small blue flower beast shrank into the soil, but it had no way to resist. The Foundation Establishment cultivator grabbed the flower leaves on its head and pulled it out like pulling a carrot.

Then they casually threw it into a cage used for exhibition and sale.

The action was rough.

In the eyes of monks, these creatures without intelligence are just like mortals and do not need to be paid attention to.

The little blue flower beast was thrown into the cage and cried out in pain. It hugged the leaves above its head with its claws in grievance and huddled in the corner, shaking all the time.

The other little flower beasts had similar reactions.

There are seventeen of them here.

Fan Guzhou's eyes fell on these little flower beasts.

Tang Lingxiao glanced up and down and asked: "Do you want to buy it?"

Fan Guzhou pointed at them and said, "Use them to pay for part of it. I want them all."

Tang Lingxiao raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

He originally wanted to transport the spirit beasts to sell, but Fan Guzhou took them all and saved him the trouble.

Fan Guzhou added, "Give me the cage as well, as a gift."

This cage has a small formation, which is specially used to trap spiritual beasts and prevent them from escaping.

Tang Lingxiao: "You are quite good at business."

Fan Guzhou: "I think I have solved your troubles."

Tang Lingxiao thought this person was really interesting, and then said meaningfully: "As a cultivator, being too kind is not conducive to cultivation."

The disciples raised by these sects are always too naive.

After you have been out and experienced for a long time, you will know how dangerous this world is.

A cultivator needs to abandon all emotions in order to reach the great path to heaven, so why should he show his compassion over trivial matters?

Fan Guzhou just smiled.

He added silently in his heart.

My pleasure.

If he hadn't been concerned that Tang Lingxiao was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he would have said this directly.

Finally, Fan Guzhou returned to the sect on Feique Mountain with a deposit of thirty low-grade spirit stones and a cage containing seventeen little flower beasts.

When Fan Guzhou returned to the mountain, he saw Su Daqiang.

As a Smurf, Su Daqiang is no longer suitable to go down the mountain to scare people. He can only stay in the sect and watch over the spiritual fields.

Fan Guzhou waved at him: "Qiangzi, come here."

Su Daqiang rolled his eyes: "What?"

Fan Guzhou showed him the little flower beast in the cage: "Look at this blue one, does it look like your son?"

Su Daqiang's eyes widened: "Fuck, you bought so many, you bought up all the spirit beasts down there? Damn, it's so nice to be rich."

Su Daqiang was genuinely jealous.

Fan Guzhou stroked the blue flower beast and showed it to him: "Just tell me if it looks like your son?"

Su Daqiang was still moved when he looked at the spirit beast, "Are you planning to give it to me?"

"Eleven low-grade spiritual stones."

Su Daqiang's face was horrified: "Are you a beast? Don't think I didn't know that they said they were selling low-grade spirit stones for ten yuan at the foot of the mountain. I just logged off! You just ran away, and you still raise the price?!"

Fan Guzhou's expression remained unchanged: "I am a beast."

Su Daqiang: “…”

I R.

The viciousness of capitalists!

Su Daqiang was a little hesitant. He had no money, but it was really boring for him to just cultivate spiritual fields in the mountains. He didn't dare to go out until his skin recovered, for fear that he would be killed as a monster.

It would be nice to have a spirit beast to keep him company.

At this time, Fan Guzhou suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder: "I'm kidding."

Su Daqiang thought he was being kind, "I told you, are you going to give it to me?"

Fan Guzhou said, "When you have ten low-grade spirit stones, bring them here to redeem your son."

Then he left.

Su Daqiang: “…”

***

At this time, Song Jiulai was wearing a mask and looking around the black market.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the immortals is held on the last day, and you have to leave after it is over.

The seven days in advance is a buffer period for the major sects. During this period, each level of cultivators has their own activity time, and the black market is one of the must-go places.

This mask is provided by Liuxian City. When you put it on, not only your appearance but also your entire body shape can be changed.

For example, in the eyes of others, Song Jiulai may now be just an unattractive male cultivator, and he may even blur your aura.

After coming to Liuxian City, she finally knew that this so-called black market was in the mortal underground market in the northwest of Liuxian City, where some things that were not common on the market were traded, as well as some common things.

But they may have one thing in common.

That means the source may not be clean.

Who knows if the people here are monks who have committed murder and robbery.

Of course there are also normal monks, but here they don’t need to reveal their identities, and they can hide their faces without worrying about being discovered.

This is a place where stolen goods are sold.

For example, Song Jiulai also has a mustard seed bag with a golden seal on it.

But she didn't dare take it out.

Song Jiulai saw the initial stage of Qi training mental method of the Blood-Making Prison Sect.

This is the sect's internal secret, which is basically not passed on to outsiders. If it can be passed on, it means it is dirty stuff.

So brave!

The Blood Prison Sect will be here tomorrow!

Song Jiulai didn't have much to sell, so he rummaged through his bag and found it was full of monster materials and picked-up garbage.

It's embarrassing to take it out.

Then she saw the man selling diamond wire.

Diamond wire is a second-level spiritual material and the main material for refining second-level mustard seed bags.

This is also what Song Jiulai needs now.

Diamond silk is relatively rare, just like the Di Lingzhi she got at the beginning, and the standard price is fifty low-grade spirit stones.

Now that she has paid the taxes, she still has some mid-grade spirit stones left, so she doesn't need to worry too much.

Squatting in front of the stall owner, she looks like a nun but is not necessarily a nun.

Song Jiulai asked, "How much diamond wire is there?"

Now that we're here, the price will definitely change.

The other party: "A medium-grade spirit stone."

Most people would turn around and leave when they hear this price.

Song Jiulai said calmly, "Forty-nine low-grade spirit stones, just consider it as making a friend."

The female cultivator raised her head, as if shocked.

She leaned closer to Song Jiulai and spoke softly.

"Do you want face?"