There is no future for menial disciples? I draw talismans to achieve immortality

After looking over the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, Xu Changshou's gaze finally fell on the owner of this thing.

The man selling the thousand-year-old spiritual wood was an old man in his sixties with white hair on his temples. It was obvious that he was at least two hundred years old.

"Junior brother, there's no need to look at it. This is thousand-year-old ebony." The old man stroked his beard and spoke lightly.

"I know!"

Xu Changshou nodded: "What a pity, what a pity, if it weren't for this tumor scar..."

The old man said proudly, "Brother, if this piece of spiritual wood didn't have a tumor or scar, I would have sold it at a high price long ago. How could you still say that?"

"That's true!"

Xu Changshou put down the thousand-year-old spiritual wood with a look of extreme regret in his eyes. His expression was as if he wanted it but also didn't want it, and he was very conflicted.

"Junior brother, if you want it, I can give it to you at a lower price."

The old man spoke like this.

In his opinion, since it was so hard to find someone who wanted to buy his spiritual wood, he had to keep it at all costs.

If it weren't for this tumor and scar on this piece of thousand-year-old ebony, it would definitely sell for a good price.

But because of this tumor scar, no one wants it.

He is not good at refining flying swords and can only refine some small objects.

"how much is it?"

Xu Changshou was about to leave when he heard the old man's words and asked casually.

"Four hundred spirit stones." The old man said with a smile.

"You keep it for yourself."

After hearing what he said, Xu Changshou turned around and left.

Just kidding, although thousand-year-old spiritual wood is rare, it has a fixed price. Ordinary thousand-year-old spiritual wood is usually 50 spirit stones per pound.

If you come across good quality or rare species, the price will be higher, but no matter how high it is, it will not exceed one hundred spirit stones per kilogram.

The old man's thousand-year-old spiritual wood weighs about ten pounds. If it has no tumors or scars, it can be sold for about five hundred spiritual stones.

These ten kilograms of wood, plus some other refining materials, can easily be used to refine a flying sword.

In addition to the labor cost of the weapon refiner, the flying sword refined is only worth about one thousand spirit stones. The quality of the flying sword refined from this kind of spirit wood is average, not as good as the Qingfeng Sword, so the price is not high.

However, the old man's spiritual wood has a tumor and scar, which is not enough to refine a flying sword. The price is another matter.

Not to mention four hundred spirit stones, no one would buy it even if it was one hundred spirit stones.

"No, no, no, Junior Brother, don't be in such a hurry to leave. The price is negotiable."

The old man quickly stood up and reached out to grab Xu Changshou's Taoist robe.

Xu Changshou was displeased: "What's there to discuss? Your four hundred spirit stones are too expensive. I can't afford them."

The old man smiled and said, "Junior brother, young man, don't be so anxious. I will ask for a high price, and you will pay me back. Just tell me how much you are willing to buy it for. Name your price."

"These!"

Xu Changshou stretched out two fingers.

The old man frowned: "Two hundred yuan, a little less!"

Xu Changshou shook his head: "Don't misunderstand, Senior Brother, I meant twenty yuan."

"Go, go, don't make trouble."

The old man was so angry that he said, "This is a thousand-year-old spiritual wood. How dare you ask for twenty spiritual stones?"

"hey-hey!"

Xu Changshou chuckled and said, "Brother, the value of something lies in its value. Tell me, what can you make from such a large tumor scar?"

"Forehead……"

The old man was embarrassed, and then said stubbornly: "Even if it can't be refined into anything, it is still a thousand-year-old spiritual wood. Let's do this. You give me a hundred spirit stones, and this thousand-year-old spiritual wood belongs to you."

"It's expensive, no, I'll give you thirty at most."

"Eighty, how about eighty?"

"forty."

"Seventy, give me seventy."

"Fifty."

"Sixty, sixty should be fine."

"Just fifty, sell it if you want."

"Okay, fifty is fifty."

After some bargaining, Xu Changshou bought the thousand-year-old ebony wood for fifty spirit stones.

This price is ten times cheaper than the market price.

But for Xu Changshou, whether there is a tumor scar or not has no effect at all.

He used the thousand-year-old spiritual wood to make paper, not to refine flying swords. It can be used whether it has tumors or not.

After buying the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, he glanced at Hu Tianyou's table. Li Linhao and others were still buying pills.

Xu Changshou continued to stroll around the first floor. At this time, he came to the counter. There was a sign selling elixirs on the counter, which attracted Xu Changshou's attention.

Xu Changshou walked over and took a look at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was white and plump, and his cultivation level was at the Qi Refining Realm.

Seeing Xu Changshou approaching, he quickly bowed respectfully: "Master, what can I do for you?"

Xu Changshou pointed at the sign and asked, "Do you sell pills here too?"

As far as he knew, Taiyi Tower was the property of the Li family, and apart from the ancestor Li Tong, the Li family did not have any outstanding alchemists.

"We don't sell it, we sell it for others."

"Who are you selling it for?" Xu Changshou asked.

"Danxia Peak?" the shopkeeper whispered.

"Who from Danxia Peak?" Xu Changshou continued to ask.

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "My uncle, please don't embarrass me. If you need any medicine, just tell me. It's really inconvenient for me to tell you."

"Ok!"

Xu Changshou nodded: "Do you have a spirit gathering pill?"

"You want the Spirit Gathering Pill!"

The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Yes, is there?"

The shopkeeper asked worriedly, "Are you sure you want it?"

Xu Changshou nodded seriously: "Of course I want it, but the prerequisite is that the Soul Gathering Pills you sell here must satisfy me. I want to check the quality first."

The shopkeeper was overjoyed: "The Soul Gathering Pill is on the second floor, please follow me."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper led the way and took Xu Changshou to the most luxurious box on the second floor.

At this moment, sitting in the box was a young man with red lips and white teeth, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cultivation level was only the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

The shopkeeper smiled and introduced, "This guy's surname is Zhang. He's the one who sells the pills."

"Junior Zhang Hao, I pay my respects to this uncle."

The young man bowed respectfully.

"You're welcome."

Xu Changshou waved his hand and a stream of energy was pushed out, lifting Zhang Hao's body up.

He couldn't have imagined that the person responsible for selling the pills was actually a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm.

His surname is Zhang, could he be... a relative of Zhang Zongchang?

Xu Changshou suddenly remembered that this young man was most likely from the family of Zhang Zongchang of Danxia Peak.

The reason is simple. This man's surname is Zhang, the same as Zhang Zongchang's.

Moreover, Liu Rushi once said that in the Green Immortal Sect, apart from the sect, only Zhang Zongchang, the head of Danxia Peak, could buy the Spirit Gathering Pill.

Given Zhang Zongchang's identity, it was not appropriate for him to attend this exchange meeting to sell elixirs, so he sent Hu Tianyou to sell elixirs.

The elixirs that Hu Tianyou sells are from Danxia Peak.

The elixirs sold by this young man were probably Zhang Zongchang's personal elixirs.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so mysterious.

Of course, this is inside the sect and it is very safe here. Otherwise, Zhang Zongchang would not dare to send cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm to sell elixirs.