[A century-old mahogany table has a trace of spirituality, and after being cultivated for thousands of years, it can turn into a demon.]
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Sitting on a chair and waiting, Fang Zheng glanced around the store.
Fang Zheng also checked the table, teacups, other items in the store, and even the people coming and going from time to time.
Most of them are practitioners.
Ninth grade, cultivation level around eighth grade.
In Yongdu City, people with good cultivation can be seen everywhere.
Ninth grade is just the lowest level of immortal cultivators.
When it comes to refining essence and cleansing the marrow, the peak for most people is probably the eighth level of marrow cleansing.
Once you reach the seventh level, you will be considered the best.
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After a stick of incense was burned, the horse-faced man who had left earlier appeared with a cloth bag.
Fang Zheng also stood up.
The horse-faced man stepped forward, placed the cloth bag on the table, and handed Fang Zheng a piece of paper with the prices of various materials on it.
"Guest, I have everything you asked for. It's thirty-five taels in total. Just give me thirty-five taels."
"Thirty-five taels..."
After taking the list and looking at the price details, Fang Zheng frowned.
The price is a bit higher than expected.
All he had was no more than twenty taels of silver.
Seeing Fang Zheng frowning, the horse-faced man said: "Sir, this price is already the lowest. The prices in our store are absolutely unbeatable."
"Can your store recycle things?" After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng looked up at the horse-faced man and asked.
"Of course, our store can recycle items, but they need to be valuable." The horse-faced man was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said.
"Look how much this is worth."
Fang Zheng took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to the horse-faced man.
[Centennial ruby has a hint of spirituality. Wearing it can make people feel at ease and concentrate, and it also has the effect of dispelling evil spirits. 】
The information on the red jade pendant appeared in his eyes, and Fang Zheng had already seen it.
This red jade pendant is a family heirloom from my predecessor.
But now Fangzheng is short of money, and family heirlooms must be sold.
Kirin's true blood is too important. If it is made of these materials, it can wipe out a ray of Wei Zhongxian's soul will, then it will not be comparable to a piece of ruby.
"Ok?"
Watching the horse-faced man carefully examine the ruby pendant, Fangzheng spoke.
"Yes, this piece of ruby should be good, but the specific value needs to be appraised by professional appraisers in our store to give a specific price. If you don't mind, can you follow me upstairs?"
After carefully examining the red jade pendant, the horse-faced man looked at Fang Zheng and said.
"OK."
"Lead the way." Fang Zheng nodded and picked up the cloth bag on the table.
The horse-faced man smiled, turned around and went upstairs.
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In the room on the second floor, Fang Zheng was waiting for the appraiser with a red jade pendant.
"Crunch~"
The door was pushed open, and a man in black clothes appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes, with the horse-faced man behind him.
[Wu Hong, eighth level strength, very vicious vision...]
The man in Xuanyi entered the room, and the font appeared in his eyes. He glanced at the message, but Fang Zheng didn't pay attention.
After standing up, the horse-faced man spoke and said: "Sir, this is our appraiser, Master Wu."
"Hello." Fang Zheng nodded.
Master Wu nodded coldly, and Fang Zheng didn't waste any time and handed the century-old red jade pendant passed down from his family to the master in front of him.
Taking the red jade pendant, Master Wu looked at it carefully.
As soon as the magic power was activated, a faint red light suddenly rose from the red jade pendant.
"This jade is a hundred years old. Although it is just an ordinary red jade, it has absorbed spirituality, so it is not bad."
Looking at the glowing red jade pendant, Master Wu immediately spoke out the information about the red jade pendant.
"What price do you want to offer?" Looking at Fang Zheng, Master Wu asked.
"One hundred and fifty taels of silver." Fang Zheng said the price.
Listening to this price, Master Wu shook his head and said, "Young man, although this jade pendant has a hint of spirituality, it is not worth one hundred and fifty taels."
"What does the master think is appropriate?" Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Naturally, he quoted a higher price for this price.
Ruby is not a very rare jade.
If it's not a hundred years old and still has a little bit of spirituality, it's absolutely worthless.
"Eighty taels is appropriate." Master Wu said, and with one stroke of his dragon-slaying knife, he cut nearly half of the price.
"Eighty taels!" Fang Zheng's face darkened.
This price can be said to be a direct hit to the arteries.
"No, this is an ancient jade passed down from my family. Eighty taels is too low." Fang Zheng immediately shook his head.
Master Wu smiled and said: "Sir, our store recycles items according to market conditions. This price is not low."
"Eighty taels is too low, at least one hundred and twenty taels." Fang Zheng said.
"One hundred and twenty taels is not worth it, let's say eighty-five taels." Master Wu shook his head and quoted a price again.
Fang Zheng: "One hundred and ten taels!"
"eighty seven!"
Fang Zheng gritted his teeth: "One hundred taels!"
"eighty eight."
"..."
"Ninety taels, this is the highest price. If the customer is not satisfied, our store will not be able to take it back." Master Wu looked at Fang Zheng and said.
"Sold." Fang Zheng nodded.
"Deal." The horse-faced man nodded and smiled.
Master Wu followed and left the room.
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After deducting the silver taels spent on purchasing materials, Founder also earned fifty-five taels of silver.
After leaving the shop with the bag of materials and money, Fang Zheng couldn't wait to rush towards his home.
After passing through the bustling market, Fang Zheng arrived at his home in the blink of an eye.
His home is not far from Tianlao, and his parents worked hard to build this house.
Although it's not big, it's enough for him now.
Go into the house and light the lamp.
Fang Zheng took the bag containing the materials and came to the bed.
Open the bag and carefully take out the contents one by one.
Cinnabar, realgar powder, phosphorus bone, talisman paper and various special materials.
They were all taken out and most of them were spread out on the bed.
Two copies of each material were prepared.
There are more than a dozen materials, and what Fang Zheng wants to do is a spell.
The Black God's Spell.
Looking at the materials on the bed, Fang Zheng stood up and left the room again, and walked into the kitchen. After a while, he took out a stone jar, a stone pestle and a bowl from the kitchen.
Put it aside, and Fang Zheng carefully put each material into the stone jar.
More than ten kinds of materials are all put in.
Fang Zheng took the stone pestle and started pounding it vigorously.
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In the time it took to pound a stick of incense, all the ingredients inside were crushed into powder.
It is colorful and has a strange light, which is due to the phosphorus bone.
"Well, it's almost done."
Looking at the fine sand-like powder inside, Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he poured all the powder in the stone jar into the bowl.
At the same time, Fang Zheng stood up, took out a sharp knife from a small cabinet in the room, and cut his finger directly.
The blood dripped and the magic power circulated rapidly, and soon the blood soaked the powder.
Stir with a wooden stick to completely blend with the blood.
The colorful powder had turned into carbon black, and a strange smell filled the room.
Fang Zheng moved his nose. The smell was really unpleasant.
Not only does it smell bad, it's also pungent.
"Isn't this a sorcery?"
A thought came to mind, but soon, Fang Zheng suppressed the thought.
It doesn't matter whether it is an evil spell or not, as long as it can eliminate Wei Zhongxian's spiritual consciousness.
After placing the talisman paper, Fang Zheng started to work.
His fingers were stained with the powder mixed with blood, and he felt a stinging pain. His magic power moved slightly, and he endured the stinging pain, and Fang Zheng began to write on the talisman paper.
Nimble fingers and focused writing.
On the talisman paper, a strange pattern appeared.
And this is the Black God's spell.
They look like ghosts and gods from the depths of the underworld, giving people a chilling feeling just by looking at them.
The last step fell, and the next second, the spell glowed.
Fang Zheng's face suddenly showed joy.
But the joy had not yet swept over his body and mind, and his expression instantly froze.
"Chi——"
A red light rose, and the black god's spell was instantly wiped out.