This wooden sign has a faint aura lingering around it. If you look closely, you will find that there is a faint trace of a nine-story tower.

Shen Qinglan leaned on Xiaolang, "What do you think this is? The Wuji Sect's disciple identity card?"

"Ouch." The little wolf's head was lying on his paws, dozing off. When he heard Shen Qinglan talking to it, he responded perfunctorily.

Shen Qinglan didn't care whether it answered or not. After thinking for a moment, she put the wooden sign into her storage bag and kept it for now.

Today was her rare day of leisure and solitude after building the foundation.

After two lifetimes of getting used to it, she can feel quite comfortable alone.

Seeing the moon and stars in the sky, Shen Qinglan suddenly felt particularly good.

Just lying on her back, her fingertips imagined several little figures chasing back and forth. There was her riding a wolf, Nan Qing wielding a sword, Master with empty sleeves, Zhou Huai with a serious face, who could not wield a sword yet.

Zhou Ling can fly.

"Two hammers."

"Ouch?"

"I think I'm about to break through."

…

After Shen Qinglan said these words, she stood up, chose a small room and began to retreat, "Help me protect the Dharma."

"Ouch." The little wolf was surprised, but still very obedient and lay down in front of the door.

At noon on the second day, the door opened from the back room, and Shen Qinglan walked out of the room feeling light and refreshed.

Finally, the second floor of the foundation was built, which was pretty good. Shen Qinglan was quite satisfied with her current cultivation level.

Cultivation is just an appearance, strength is the king.

At this time, yesterday's bustle on the street was no longer there, and today everyone returned to normal life.

Except the Qian family and the Xiaohua family.

Both families were holding funerals at the same time, announcing to the public that the owner of the land had died of a sudden illness.

It's just that the Qian family, father and son, died on the same day.

After Mr. Qian died of a sudden illness, the old man of the Qian family also failed to survive and left with his son that night.

But all this has nothing to do with Shen Qinglan.

She rode the little wolf to high altitude and galloped all the way in the direction of Donghaijing.

"We won't land this time and go straight to the forefront of the East China Sea."

Shen Qinglan is also convinced that she is bound to encounter trouble when she goes out.

That's all, that's all.

In order not to cause trouble, it is better to go straight to the East China Sea.

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The East China Sea is one of the largest sea areas in Tianyuan Continent.

Legend has it that after passing through the East China Sea, on the other side of the sea is the Land of All Spirits.

That is the origin of all things in Tianyuan Continent.

Even the first human cultivator to step into Tianyuan Continent came from the Land of All Spirits.

It's just that these are just rumors. No one in the entire East China Sea has actually reached the other side, so it's impossible to say whether it's the origin of all things.

Mingyue City is the largest city on the border of the East China Sea. From here, you truly enter the boundary of the East China Sea.

To the east from Mingyue City, there are nearly a thousand islands of various sizes on the sea.

Each island is almost a separate force, guarded by a powerful island owner.

The East China Sea Alliance was formed among the islands to deal with disputes and disputes from outside the East China Sea.

The above information comes from Master Mingyuan, and this is all Shen Qinglan currently knows about Dongjinghai.

As for the rest, in Master's words, it's the same everywhere. If you can beat him, fight, if you can't beat him, run away. Anyway, Shen Qinglan runs fast, so it's fine as long as he doesn't suffer any losses.

As we approached Mingyue City, the air was filled with the slight smell of sea water.

The sound of crashing waves became louder, and the clear sea came into view.

On the coastline, there is a spacious pier paved with large stone slabs. In addition to various monster hunting boats, there are also large and small piers.

The monks who returned from the sea sold their harvest directly at the seaside pier.

Shen Qinglan saw a sea fish dozens of feet long being hoisted, and several monks were selling the fish bones and various parts of the sea beast that were useful for cultivation.

In this type of auction, the highest bidder wins.

After all the parts of the whole fish were auctioned off, the meat was thrown aside and became food for their spiritual pets.

Xiaolang was a little uncomfortable with such a scene.

It has not eaten raw food since it was born, and it was very contemptuous when it saw those spiritual pets eating the bloody fish meat.

"Ouch."

Shen Qinglan patted the little wolf on the head, "You still look down on others. They are normal spiritual pets. Who is as picky as you?"

"Ouch." No matter what you say, it just feels dirty.

Shen Qinglan stuffed its head into a cloth bag, "Shut up and don't cause trouble."

The little wolf struggled in the bag and stuck his head out again, but this time he learned his lesson and didn't dare to make any more noise.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want the seven-marked golden beads?"

After Shen Qinglan watched the big fish being auctioned, a man approached her with a cloth bag.

Opening the bag in his hand, he found the famous seven-stripe golden beads from the East China Sea.

This is a good material for refining weapons.

Shen Qinglan asked casually, "How many spirit stones?"

"One ten thousand spiritual stone."

Ten thousand?

Even though the distance between East China Sea and East Territory is very far, there is actually a five times difference in price?

Besides, for monks, the distance is just two extra days for the flying magic weapon.

These seven-stripe golden beads have a clearly marked price in the Eastern Region, with the lowest price being 50,000 spirit stones.

Shen Qinglan looked carefully and finally discovered that two of the seven textures on the gold bead were different. She didn't know how they were made, but she was sure that they were just ordinary five-grain gold beads.

At most, there are three thousand spiritual stones, but the method used to deal with this is really superb. If it weren’t for my strong spiritual consciousness, I might have really been deceived.

This bead seller is also in the early stage of Qi refining, so he was able to find her because she was dressed like a foreign monk.

Shen Qinglan shook her head and was about to leave, but the man continued to say, "This is the same thing as Caizhu Pavilion. We collected the pearls ourselves."

Seeing that Shen Qinglan kept ignoring him, the monk felt bored and started to set new goals.

"Black gold spirit abalone, black gold spirit abalone." Someone was selling extra large black gold spirit abalone, and Shen Qinglan immediately surrounded him.

The peddler of black gold spirit abalone came over and immediately said enthusiastically, "Fellow Taoist, please look at the black gold spirit abalone that just came out of the water. It would be best to feed that little beast of yours."

Shen Qinglan lowered her head and looked at the little wolf on her waist. It was stretching its neck to look at the squirming black gold spirit abalones.

In the East China Sea, eating seafood is basically during the Qi refining period.

Shen Qinglan was building her foundation, so the monk naturally thought that she was bought to feed his spiritual pet.

She didn't explain, and after asking the price, she bought all the black gold spiritual abalones.

The price is really cheap. Fortunately, she brought several storage bags with her before going out. This time she went out not only for fun but also for shopping.

The monk beamed with joy, "Fellow Taoist's spiritual pets are really edible."

Shen Qinglan nodded, "It's indeed edible, but I can't even afford it."

"Ouch." Little Wolf protested.
Chapter completed!