After returning to the cave, Yang Cheng sat on a chair, still marveling at the experience of the female cultivator named Murong Yuyan.
Although the secular royal family cannot pursue immortality like immortal cultivators, they can enjoy glory and wealth throughout their lives.
Not to mention that the Empress and Empress of the Palace, who was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, had a position of power and power in the world, and was just left behind so casually.
Without an extremely firm will and perseverance, it is simply impossible.
"'My destiny is up to me and not up to God!' This is how people of the same ideals should be!"
After hearing this story, Yang Cheng began to admire the female cultivator named Murong Yuyan, and even felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.
"The road may seem lonely, but when you make breakthroughs and advance in cultivation, you feel joy from the heart, and you can browse a completely different scenery from the world, not to mention there are so many fellow travelers, which is enough to comfort you!"
A smile appeared on Yang Cheng's face and he thought silently, "When I have the opportunity to climb to the top one day, I will only have the pride of 'seeing all the mountains at a glance' and will not regret my past choices. Such a state of mind
, how can people in the secular world understand it!"
After a day's rest, Yang Cheng's figure appeared in a room again.
Similarly, Yang Cheng, who was suspected of annihilating Zheng Long's group, was once again welcomed by the organizer of this private exchange meeting, He Bin, a late-stage foundation-building monk.
After casually chatting with a few monks he knew, Yang Cheng found a seat and sat down, and the exchange meeting began.
"Polygonum multiflorum, Sanyang Ji..."
With He Bin smiling and nodding, a skinny old man who couldn't wait a little took the lead in taking out the things he planned to exchange today, a spiritual elixir and a magic weapon.
After listening to the other party's introduction, the elixir was at least twenty years old, and the magic weapon called the Three-Yang Halberd was of a high level, and was a top-level magic weapon.
However, Yang Cheng did not refine elixirs, so it would be useless to exchange for this kind of elixir that could not be taken directly. After seeing him leaving, he didn't like the magic weapon very much, so he said nothing and just sat quietly and waited.
What the old man wants to exchange is simple. If there are no pills, spiritual stones will do.
After hearing what the old man said, several people in the venue suddenly showed expressions of excitement and began to discuss the price with the old man.
After a while, both items were exchanged by other monks, and the thin old man who got off to a good start seemed very satisfied.
Then, the second person took out something carefully prepared and began to introduce it.
When it was Yang Cheng's turn, Yang Cheng thought for a while and took out the last few magical weapons that he had not used after killing Zheng Long's group, and like a skinny old man, he exchanged them for elixirs or spiritual stones.
Only one of the three magic weapons was a top-level magic weapon, and the remaining two were only upper-level magic weapons. However, Yang Cheng's asking price was not high, so the deal was completed quickly and he got a bunch of spiritual stones in exchange.
Seeing that the exchange meeting was coming to an end, a middle-aged woman in the early stages of foundation building took out two different elixirs, placed them on the table with a piece of ore material, and began to introduce them.
Yang Cheng was not very interested in elixirs, but after taking a look at the ore materials, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he immediately returned to normal.
As expected, the middle-aged female cultivator could not identify the properties of the ore and called it an unknown material.
But because Yang Cheng's spiritual roots contain wind attributes, he paid special attention to materials related to wind attributes, and recognized the unknown ore as a wind-attributed silver porphyry material.
It is about the size of a child's head and is covered with silver spots. Not only is it substantial, but its quality is definitely not bad.
Everyone present obviously recognized the monk from Silver Spot Stone, but they didn't know whether it was because of their different attributes or because they were frightened by the harsh exchange conditions proposed by the middle-aged female monk. They glanced at it for a few times and then moved their eyes away.
There was only one middle-aged man who looked at Silver Spot Shi from time to time, with some hesitation in his eyes.
Yang Cheng didn't seem to care much, but he was secretly checking everyone's reactions.
Seeing the middle-aged man's unusual expression, I was immediately shocked and guessed that the middle-aged man's spiritual roots probably also had wind attributes.
Immediately, Yang Cheng stopped hesitating, reached out and grabbed the silver porphyry ore and took it into his hands.
After checking it carefully, I found out that it was indeed silver porphyry. I felt relieved immediately and still held the ore in my hand.
Following Yang Cheng, he took out a blank jade slip from the storage bag with one hand and placed it on his forehead. After recording what he wanted to say with his spiritual consciousness, he took out a gray-black copper bell and threw the two items to the middle-aged man with a wave of his hand.
Female nun.
Yang Cheng's series of actions attracted everyone's attention.
Especially the middle-aged man who obviously wanted it. After seeing that he hesitated for a moment, Yang Cheng took the opportunity and even took out the exchangeable magic weapon. He couldn't help but show regret and regret on his face.
Now he can only place his hope on the middle-aged female cultivator.
If the items Yang Cheng exchanges do not meet the other party's requirements, he will have the opportunity to propose an exchange.
Under the slightly nervous gaze of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged female cultivator first picked up the jade slip and placed it on her forehead, then the expression on her face changed slightly.
Putting down the jade slip with unknown intentions, the middle-aged female cultivator picked up the copper bell and examined it carefully.
Seeing the movements of the middle-aged female cultivator, Yang Cheng was also a little unsure.
Although the terms of exchange proposed by the female cultivator seemed harsh, Yang Cheng knew in his heart that compared to the true value of the ore, the female cultivator's asking price was still too low without knowing him.
However, the copper bell magic weapon that had been with him for many years had an enchanting effect that was only useful to monks in the Qi refining stage. He did not know whether the middle-aged female cultivator was satisfied with it.
In fact, the middle-aged female cultivator had already guessed from the reactions of the people present that this piece of ore must be of extraordinary value, and she began to feel a little regretful.
It's just that the harsh conditions she proposed are related to an important matter.
Although the copper bell magic weapon that Yang Cheng took out was only usable to monks in the Qi refining stage, because of its extremely special attack method, it could fully meet her requirements, so there was no way she could go back on her word.
"Fellow Daoist Yang's things are good, but if we want to exchange them, they still don't seem to be enough. I ask fellow Daoist Yang to take out some more spiritual stones as compensation, can you?" the middle-aged female cultivator thought for a while and said.
She couldn't give up the copper bell, so she could only see if she could get more spiritual stones from Yang Cheng.
"Okay, okay!" After hearing this, Yang Cheng immediately relaxed and replied.
As long as the middle-aged female nun didn't directly deny it or make a big statement, the transaction could continue. If he paid for more spiritual stones, it wouldn't be a problem at all for him.
Then Yang Cheng took out a storage bag and threw it to the middle-aged female cultivator with a wave of his hand.
After the other party took the storage bag, he opened it and took a look inside, and immediately looked at Yang Cheng with a smile: "Okay, I am very satisfied with the compensation. The ore materials will belong to Fellow Daoist Yang!"
As she spoke, the middle-aged female nun put away a few items.
Yang Cheng nodded faintly with a half-smile, followed by putting the silver porphyry ore into the storage bag, then lowered his head and rested.
The exchange of the Ecstasy Bronze Bell reminded Yang Cheng again of his birthplace, the Song Dynasty.
I don’t know if those passionate Jianghu people who care about the country and the people can resist the iron hoof of the invasion of Fengguo’s army.
In such troubled times, there are countless children who cannot see the sun tomorrow.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Yang Cheng's mind uncontrollably.
If one day, when he has enough strength, he must make the Xuankongshan and Fengguo immortal cultivators regret for the innocent people of the Song Dynasty who died.
At least we must teach them a profound lesson. From now on, we will never dare to ignore the voices of mortal beings easily again.
Of course, the road to immortality is long and difficult, and this day may never come to pass.
But as long as there is a chance, Yang Cheng will definitely realize his wish!
When Yang Cheng started to wander, the middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the table saw that Yang Cheng and the middle-aged female cultivator had concluded the deal. His face suddenly turned ugly, and he shrank back in his chair as if he had suddenly lost his strength.
"Okay, now that the deal has been reached, the next fellow Taoist can start." Host He Bin glanced at Yang Cheng and the middle-aged man without leaving any trace, then smiled, shook his head gently, and said.
After hearing this, the people next to the middle-aged female cultivator also took out a few items and began to introduce them.
However, in the subsequent exchanges, Yang Cheng never encountered an item that moved his heart, so he waited patiently.
After the exchange meeting ended, Yang Cheng walked out of the room together with nearly twenty monks who participated in the exchange meeting.
After getting out of the building, Yang Cheng took one look, then lightly stepped on the ground with his toes, and his whole body shot up into the sky and turned into a blue rainbow and flew away.
After crossing the Jingmeng River, Yang Cheng gradually fell to the ground. Under the panicked and averting eyes of several low-level Qi-refining monks, he waved his sleeves and walked towards the city.
Arriving at the door of a weapon-refining shop that was making constant noise, Yang Cheng took a look and entered the shop.
When he walked in, Yang Cheng saw a man who was in the late stage of foundation building, with a naked upper body with bulging muscles. With a focused look, he knew that this was the master of weapon refining he was looking for.
"Fellow Taoist, are you here to buy a magic weapon?" The man asked calmly when he saw Yang Cheng coming in.
"no."
Yang Cheng answered, turned around and looked at the various magic weapons hanging on the wall, and said to the man: "Yang came here to ask fellow Taoist Lu for help in refining a magic weapon."
As he spoke, Yang Cheng took out the piece of silver porphyry ore he had just exchanged from his storage bag.
"Um?"
When the man surnamed Lu saw the ore Yang Cheng took out, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He immediately took the silver porphyry ore from Yang Cheng and kept turning it over and over to look at it carefully.
"I wonder what kind of magic weapon Yang wants to refine? Does he have a style in his hand? Or let Lu use it on his own." After looking at it for a while, the man surnamed Lu finally raised his head and asked Yang Cheng.
"There is a pattern, please wait a moment, fellow Taoist!" Yang Cheng woke up immediately after being reminded by the other party.
He took out a jade slip from his storage bag and placed it on his forehead, and began to carve the style of the magic weapon he wanted to refine on the jade slip.
"Please ask fellow Taoist to refine it like this. You can refine as many as you can!" After finishing the carving, Yang Cheng took off the jade slip and handed it to the man surnamed Lu, and said emphatically.
"Let me take a look!" After hearing what Yang Cheng said was a bit vague, the man named Lu carefully picked up the jade slip and looked at it.
When he saw the pattern of the magical weapon inside, he immediately looked at Yang Cheng with a strange expression.
"I don't know how much raw liquid can be extracted from this ore. Lu can only try his best. As fellow Taoist said, he can refine as many handfuls as he can."
After seeing Yang Cheng nod in agreement, the man surnamed Lu added: "I have accepted this commission. The refining time will be about a month. When the time comes, fellow Taoist Yang will come and pick it up."
"Okay, this matter is quite important to Yang, so I'll leave everything to fellow Daoist Lu!"
After saying this, Yang Cheng took the jade slip from the man surnamed Lu, who had left the spiritual power mark on it, nodded with a smile, and turned around and walked out of the weapon refining shop.