Two days later, outside a square blue brick town, Song Qingming and his group were queuing to enter the city.
Guiyunfang is worthy of being the largest market town in the northern border area. Even the Qi-refining cultivators guarding the city gate have reached the late Qi-refining stage, and there is also a giant third-level mechanical beast to assist in defense. With such combat power, even the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the team dare not come out and cause trouble.
Everyone lined up obediently and had their identities checked by the guarding monks before they could enter the market. When it was Song Qingming's turn, the checking monk glanced at him and saw that he was not the vicious bandits on the wanted list in the market. He took a spirit stone and let him go.
Guiyunfang is not like other markets where people can enter and exit freely. Only merchants who reside in the market or monks who rent caves in Guiyun Mountain can enter and exit the market for free after obtaining a pass token issued by the market. Others have to pay a spirit stone to enter the market. Just from this, Xiaoyao Sect can easily collect hundreds of spirit stones every day.
"Fellow Daoist Song, you are quite skilled. I wonder if you would be interested in staying at Guiyunfang permanently? Next time, we can go monster hunting together."
During the battle two days ago, Shi Chun saw that although Song Qingming's cultivation was not high, his fighting ability was not weak and the magic weapon on his body was also very sophisticated, so he wanted to win him over.
Song Qingming had already understood what he meant along the way. He pretended to think for a moment before responding, "Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Shi. My cave is in Qinghe County, and I rarely come to the Floating Cloud Mountains to hunt monsters. This time I came to Guiyunfang just to buy some cultivation resources. I will leave soon. If I come to Guiyunfang to make a living someday, I hope Brother Shi will not despise me."
Seeing that Song Qingming did not agree, Shi Chun had already expected this. After all, Song Qingming's cave was not in Guiyunfang. So he nodded, then gave Song Qingming a place for them to stay, and led everyone to say goodbye to Song Qingming.
It was the first time for Song Qingming to come to a large market town like Guiyunfang. This market town looked more than ten times larger than Qinghefang where he had been before. A small market town like Qinghefang was about the same size as the Song family's Mujiao Town, with only dozens of shops in total on one street.
And just one street in Guiyunfang is larger than the entire market of Qinghefang. Looking at this street in front of him that is more than twice as wide as Qinghefang, Song Qingming also felt a little emotional.
Guiyunfang, built on a third-tier spiritual vein at the foot of Guiyun Mountain, is the largest market town in northern Wei State. Behind this market town, on the spiritual vein of Guiyun Mountain, there are over a thousand cultivation caves alone. A Jindan-stage elder from the Xiaoyao Sect constantly guards the summit. Combined with the third-tier mountain protection formation that covers the entire mountain and the market town, even two or three ordinary Jindan-stage cultivators would struggle to breach the formation in a short period of time.
This is also one of the few large gathering places for independent cultivators in Wei State. After all, you only need to spend a dozen spirit stones to rent a cave with abundant spiritual energy all year round. You can practice in the rented cave with peace of mind and don’t have to worry about anyone daring to disturb you. After all, since you have spent spirit stones, Guiyunfang must ensure the tranquility of these rented caves.
Fighting and causing trouble among monks are forbidden in Guiyunfang. There is always a law enforcement team led by foundation-building monks who take shifts day and night to patrol the entire Lingshan market. Since the establishment of the market for more than a thousand years, few monks dare to cause trouble here. Even if you have an enemy hiding in this market, you can only wait for him to leave the market if you want to take revenge.
After entering the market town and feeling the concentration of spiritual energy in this genuine third-level spiritual vein, Song Qingming finally saw the gap between Qinghe County and here. He couldn't help but have the idea of staying here for a long time to practice.
However, he quickly shook his head and realized that he didn't have much time to stay here. He had been separated from his tribe for more than half a month. After packing up his belongings, he had to return to Funiu Mountain as soon as possible to prevent the elders in the tribe from worrying about him.
With a treasure like the Water Spirit Fruit in his possession, Song Qingming didn't dare to stay in this crowded market for too long. He wandered around the streets for more than half an hour before he found a small shop he thought was suitable, called Lingbao Pavilion.
Before entering, Song Qingming took out a hat that he had prepared long ago from his storage bag and put it on his head. He looked at the half of his face that was covered, and then he slowly walked into the store with satisfaction.
The reason why he took a fancy to this shop was that compared to other shops in the market, most of the people entering and leaving this shop were cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining. It seemed that this shop only sold low-level first-level spiritual objects, and no high-level cultivators would come here. This made Song Qingming feel relieved.
Compared with the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage have higher cultivation and greater supernatural powers. The spiritual awareness in their bodies is also several times that of the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. They can easily project their spiritual awareness to detect the people around them. This has always made Song Qingming a little worried.
As soon as he entered the store, an old man in white came to greet him quickly. He smiled slyly and said, "What treasures does this fellow Daoist want? Our store has elixirs, talismans, instruments, and formations."
This old man in white was actually a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage. He was a little surprised that a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage would be so polite to himself, a cultivator with a lower cultivation level.
Song Qingming had never seen such a scene in Qinghefang. In the shops in Qinghefang, the people doing this kind of work were all mortals, and it was even rarer for cultivators to come out to entertain customers like him with ordinary cultivation levels.
Song Qingming lowered his head, trying not to let the other party see his face clearly, and said softly: "I have a few magic weapons that I am anxious to sell. I wonder if your family will accept them."
The old man in white was slightly startled when he heard this, and immediately said, "I need you to follow me to the back hall to inspect the quality of the items first. As long as the quality is good, I will accept them. Our store not only accepts magical instruments, but also other spiritual items such as elixirs and talismans. The price is naturally lower than that of new magical instruments. But don't worry, our store has always been reputable and fair, and we will not question the origin of the items."
Song Qingming nodded after listening to it. The price of these old magic tools with unknown origins that were used in the market would naturally be about 10% to 20% lower. Seeing that he didn't seem to want to reveal his origins, the old man also quickly said that it was absolutely safe for him to make the move here.
Then he followed the old man to a small, secluded room in the store. After they sat down, two mortal servants came forward and offered them two cups of spiritual tea. Song Qingming ignored the fragrant spiritual tea and went straight to the point, taking out Liu Tianlong's magic weapons from his storage bag and placing them on the table in front of the old man in white.
The old man in white took a sip of tea, picked up the magic weapons, tried them one by one, and nodded with satisfaction.
"A top-grade flying sword costs eighty spirit stones, two mid-grade magic tools cost forty-five spirit stones, and your three magic tools cost a hundred and twenty-five spirit stones. This is the highest price we can offer. If you agree, I will immediately have someone prepare the spirit stones."
The old man shouted out a series of prices, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Song Qingming. Song Qingming also knew that the price was indeed not high, and at least he could accept it. He didn't say much, nodded and continued.
"Sure, I still have a few bottles of pills here. Take a look. If you want them, I'll sell them to you."
The old man in white saw Song Qingming take out a few jade bottles, picked them up, opened them, smelled them, and then put them down. He said a few polite words and asked Song Qingming to wait for a moment. The old man in white went out and called a middle-aged cultivator in.
The middle-aged cultivator seemed to be an alchemist in the shop. After looking at the bottles of pills for a while, he said, "Fellow Daoist, this bottle of Jade Dew Pill is a top-grade pill that can improve your magic power. We will buy it for fifty spirit stones per bottle. These bottles are ordinary spirit beast pills, which can only be used to raise underage spirit beasts. We will not accept them."
After hearing the origins of these bottles of pills, Song Qingming made some calculations in his mind. It was impossible for him to sell the Jade Dew Pill, which could improve magic power, to them at a discount like he did with the other magic weapons. The other party also refused to accept the other bottles of useless pills, so he had to give up.
"Since you don't want all of them, forget about the pills. Just give me the spirit stones for the magic weapon."
After hearing Song Qingming's reply, the middle-aged cultivator walked out angrily. However, the old man in white refused to give up and continued to negotiate the price with Song Qingming. Seeing that Song Qingming really did not want to sell the bottle of Jade Dew Pill, he began to sell him other items in the store.
"My fellow Daoist, I'm here to sell my magical weapon in exchange for other cultivation resources. I don't need to purchase any more magical weapons for the time being. Otherwise, why would I sell this magical weapon?"
"Fellow Daoist, the magical instruments in our shop are not comparable to those in other small shops."
A quarter of an hour later, under the "patient" recommendation of the old man in white, Song Qingming bought a bottle of elixir against his will, then picked up the remaining spirit stones from the magic weapon he had just sold and walked out of the Lingbao Pavilion.
