Early the next morning.
Su Yi left the inn alone and went to the Black Dragon Market to buy elixir.
Qingwei originally planned to follow, but was rejected by Su Yi, who asked her to meditate on the magic method with peace of mind and prepare for the upcoming Dharma conference of Wanling Sect tomorrow.
"In addition to collecting the elixirs that satisfy the cultivation requirements of the Juxia Realm, we also need to prepare for tempering the foundation of the immortal path when we become immortals."
Su Yi thought while wandering in the streets.
Enlightenment and becoming an immortal is a completely new path.
And Yujing is the first realm of immortality!
The tree of Hebao is born at the end of the hair.
The nine-story platform rises from tired soil.
The foundation you set when you step into the universe will determine whether you can go a long way in the future.
But Su Yi is different.
The path he seeks has never existed before, so when he sets foot in the universe, the foundation of the path he builds is particularly crucial.
"No matter what, we must refine a furnace of 'Golden Clouds and All Apertures Pill'!"
Su Yi has already thought it through.
In the memory of the sixth generation Wang Ye, there are countless rare and ancient immortal elixir recipes.
And this Jinxia Wanqiao Pill is known as the number one pill for building the foundation of the Immortal Dao!
Even, because this elixir is too taboo, it will lead to terrible "catastrophe" when the elixir is completed.
This is the calamity!
In addition, the number of elixirs required to refine this elixir is not only huge, but all of them are rare treasures.
Therefore, it is almost difficult for even the top alchemy masters in the immortal world to refine such elixirs.
However, for Su Yi, refining alchemy is not a problem at all.
With the treasure of the Rodian Furnace, even if it causes an "elixir disaster", it can be overcome.
"I need a batch of elixir at a good price."
Su Yi walked into a medicine store and expressed his intention.
When he came out of the Medicine Walk, he had spent nine hundred pieces of fairy jade and purchased thirty-nine rare fairy medicine plants.
But, this is far from enough.
In the following time, Su Yi walked into one medicine store after another.
By evening, Su Yi had spent a total of 7,000 yuan of fairy jade and bought nearly 200 kinds of fairy medicine.
Among them, the most expensive fairy medicine, "Thousand Tribulations Thunder Bamboo", is worth one thousand fairy jade, which is equivalent to one hundred thousand fairy stones!
It's a pity that we still haven't gathered all the elixirs to refine the "Jinxia Wanqiao Pill".
"There are only five elixirs left: Golden Toad Slough, Xuan Ning Cold Dew, Rui Xiang Powder, Phoenix Marrow Heavenly Leaves, and Five Elements Lotus..."
Su Yi rubbed his eyebrows.
The five remaining elixirs are not of high quality, but each one is rarer than the last, and they are hard to come by.
Su Yi had also asked a well-informed vendor before, and was told that these five elixirs were rarely seen in the Black Dragon Market recently.
At this point, Su Yi could only give up.
However, what makes Su Yi satisfied is that he has purchased a batch of elixirs that are sufficient for Juxia Realm cultivation. In the next period of time, he will no longer have to worry about cultivation issues.
Suddenly, there was a shouting sound, which caught Su Yi's attention.
"Everyone, the finale is here! The only remaining slave is a high-quality product, and he knows everything. In a word, the one with the highest price will get it!"
"Is this little baby really a descendant of the Bi'anling Clan?"
…
Not far away is a spacious square.
In the square, there are densely packed cages, and in each cage are slaves waiting to be sold.
There are all kinds of slaves, of all kinds.
At this time, a group of monks gathered in front of a cage and were looking at a young man imprisoned in the cage.
The young man was covered in blood and his hair was disheveled. His neck, hands and feet were tied with fine chains.
He looked to be in his teens, his clothes were ragged, his head was drooped, and he was sitting motionless, making it difficult to see what he looked like.
A man in a golden robe with a mustache stood on one side and said with a smile: "If this little slave is not a descendant of the Biyan Spirit Clan, he can just take off my head, Jin Yuanmu!"
After a pause, he said: "Now, you can bid."
"I'll give you thirty pieces of fairy jade."
Some people quoted prices and asked for directions.
Immediately, other people followed suit and quoted prices one after another. At first they were very restrained and the prices they quoted were not high.
But as more and more people participated in the competition, the quotations began to increase by leaps and bounds.
Five hundred pieces of fairy jade soon arrived!
And, the quotes are still going on.
This made the man in golden robes who called himself Jin Yuanmu smile from ear to ear.
And Su Yi had quietly arrived in front of the prison cage.
The young man in the cage was sitting motionless, his head drooped, his breath was dying, and his body was covered with scars and blood stains.
When he sensed the familiar blood aura on the young man's body, Su Yi's heart trembled, and scenes flashed through his mind.
On the seventh day, outside the pass, mountains of corpses and seas of blood filled the air, and the earth-shattering sound of war drums echoed endlessly.
Countless monks were fighting bloody battles, fighting to the death with the demon army from a foreign land.
On the seventh day, we were on top of the towering city wall.
An old man with a broken body and bleeding all over his body held Wang Ye's hand tightly, his voice was hoarse and he said intermittently: "Your Majesty, this subordinate has embarrassed you..."
The old man's expression was bleak and his eyes were dim, "I originally thought that I could follow you and conquer the world, kill all those demon bastards, and bring peace to the world of the immortal world for all eternity, but..."
The old man gave a wry smile, "It's only my fault that my subordinates are so unlucky!!"
Wang Ye's eyes were red, and his heart was full of grief. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old Fang, I promise to help you kill all those devil bastards!"
The old man grinned and said, "Your Majesty, what I am most proud of in my life is that I can follow you to fight for the sentient beings in the immortal world. All members of our Bianling Clan, men, women, old and young, are proud to die on the battlefield!"
As he spoke, the old man coughed up blood violently and trembled all over. Finally, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he hissed:
"If possible, please, the emperor, scatter the ashes of your subordinates on this seventh heaven gate. Even if your subordinates die, they will stay here!"
These were the old man's last words.
He comes from the Bi'anling Clan and has followed Wang Ye in battles for thirty-nine thousand years, going through life and death and killing countless enemies.
His name is Fang Xiu.
We will rest until death!
Fang Xiu's death also became an unforgettable regret for Wang Ye.
In the years that followed, whenever he thought of Fang Xiu who died in battle at the Seventh Heaven Pass, he would inevitably feel a touch of sadness in his heart.
And this emotion, like a landslide and a tsunami, was churning in Su Yi's heart!
He looked at the young man trapped in the cage, and his heart seemed to be stabbed hard by a sharp sword, and an unspeakable anger filled his chest.
There seemed to be fire burning in the depths of those pair of deep eyes.
Back in the day, the strong men of the Bi'anling Clan, led by Fang Xiu, fought bloody battles at the Seventh Heaven Pass, going through life and death, for the sake of peace in the immortal world.
Now, the descendants of the Bi'anling Clan are imprisoned here and become the most humble slaves, being bid and auctioned at will!
How ironic!
To be continued...