Ye Chen came to another stall selling various low- and mid-level magic manuals and spiritual knives and spiritual swords, and asked the stall owner for the price.
Zheng Zhicheng followed leisurely behind, swaying the spirit stones like dirt. The feeling of having a lot of spirit stones in his hands and smashing them as much as he wanted gave him an unextricable pleasure. Especially when there was a person next to him who might be afraid of it.
For a guy who can't even get a piece of spiritual stone, this kind of pleasure is doubled.
'In Tianwu Xianyuan City, regardless of the level of cultivation, at least among the monks of the same level, the one with the spiritual stone is the boss! No matter what cultivation talent, what spiritual root qualifications, what can you do without the spiritual stone.'
Zheng Zhicheng looked at Ye Chen with disdain and felt happy in his heart, "You think you will become the number one in Beilu Academy, you think you will follow Princess Wu to the Immortal City, you think you will break through the bottleneck of warrior training and you will really become a high-ranking immortal cultivator."
?! You don’t have any foundation at all. You are the lowest level among the immortal cultivators in this fairy city. You will work hard all your life! If I didn’t want to drive you out of the city to avenge the broken arm, I’m afraid I wouldn’t bother to look more while walking on the road.
One look at you.'
Ye Chen picked up a "Water Arrow" magic manual from the stall and was about to ask.
Snapped!
"Twenty spiritual stones, I want this magic manual."
Zheng Zhicheng waved his hand and used a handful of spiritual stones to block Ye Chen's words.
Many of the goods on the street stalls have prices marked on them, and I just want to see if I can get a discount on the price.
Ye Chen endured it and picked up another pair of spirit armor.
Snapped!
"This set of spiritual armor is really cheap. I want fifty spiritual stones!"
Zheng Zhicheng casually threw a large handful of spiritual stones on the stall.
In just a short time, Zheng Zhicheng bought a hundred spiritual stones for cultivation without even taking a breath.
Ye Chen's face turned dark when he heard Zheng Zhicheng's arrogant voice. He almost wanted to turn around and slash at him to avoid dangling in front of him.
Tolerate!
Ye Chen remained silent, turned around and came to a vendor selling spiritual beasts, and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this spiritual tiger?"
Zheng Zhicheng was about to throw a lot of spirit stones to buy the spirit beast, but when he glanced at the high price tag, "two hundred and fifty spirit stones," his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he resisted the urge to smash the spirit stones.
This price is a quarter of all his spiritual stones.
"Hey, why didn't Mr. Zheng buy it?"
Ye Chen didn't see Zheng Zhicheng continuing to smash the spirit stones, but was surprised.
‘You really think I’m Kaizi!’
Zheng Zhicheng raised his eyebrows and cursed in his mind, then sneered with disdain, "Isn't it just a second-level spiritual beast! I don't need it now, so why rush to buy it! But you are really pitiful, you can just buy it in the fairy city
Everything costs tens or hundreds of spiritual stones. How many spiritual stones can you earn in a month as a young monk with a shallow background? You can’t afford anything. You can’t afford anything in Tianwu Xianyuan City.
Instead of working as a coolie, I might as well go to Yunzhou to find a small country and work as an immortal master, and maybe I can deceive a lot of people, so why stay in the immortal city!"
‘This guy didn’t fall for the trick!!’
Ye Chen felt a little unhappy and suddenly thought of something. He took off a blood ring in his hand and came to a stall that collects broken spiritual weapons. "Boss, how many spiritual stones do you think this blood ring is worth?"
"This ring is defective, at most two spiritual stones!"
The vendor collecting broken spiritual weapons glanced at the blood ring and said.
"Okay, it's just junk anyway, and it won't do much good. I'll sell it cheaper!"
Ye Chen immediately sold the blood ring to a small vendor and received two spiritual stones.
Ye Chen threw the two spiritual stones in his hand and smiled proudly, "Ha, not bad! I picked up two spiritual stones for nothing! With these two spiritual stones, I can live in the fairy city for two more months! Alas,
I was originally worried that I would not be able to rent a house without spiritual stones and would have to leave Fairy City sadly, but now there is really no end to the road!"
"You~~~!"
Zheng Zhicheng's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, which was even worse than if he had been stabbed with a knife.
When he was at Beilu Academy, he used this blood ring to reward the top graduate in order to show off his unique identity as a direct disciple of the Imperial Master in front of more than 200 academy students.
As a result, Ye Chen sold it as a tattered spiritual weapon, and rented a house instead, staying shamelessly in the fairy city.
It seems that this kid knows that he is no match for him and refuses to leave the fairy city. Without the protection of the fairy city, a first-level immortal cultivator in the Qi refining stage without magic or spiritual weapons is nothing, not much better than a warrior.
"Wait and see! You'd better never leave Fairy City for the rest of your life, or I'll beat you to death!"
Zheng Zhicheng had a sullen face, left a harsh word, turned around and left.
Ye Chen always had a slight smile on his face, and his expression gradually turned cold as he watched Zheng Zhicheng leave.
Zheng Zhicheng has also become an immortal cultivator, which is a bit surprising to him. However, it is not surprising for a warrior at the ninth level of the body refining stage to break through to the qi refining stage.
What really surprised him was that Zheng Zhicheng actually had a large amount of spiritual stones in his hands.
"How come Zheng Zhicheng has so many spiritual stones in his hand?"
"Did the national master Zheng Yuan give it to him?... Apart from this master, I have never heard of Zheng Zhicheng having any other immortal cultivators as his backers! It was probably given to him by Zheng Yuan."
"Look, Zheng Zhicheng can buy whatever he wants. The amount of this spiritual stone should be no less than five or six hundred yuan or even more. Of course it won't be thousands or tens of thousands of yuan, otherwise Zheng Zhicheng would not hesitate just now
When I buy a second-level white tiger spirit beast mount, I don’t care about the price tag of more than 200 yuan!"
When he asked about the price of the spirit beast just now, he was actually testing how many spirit stones Zheng Zhicheng had in his hands.
"For a first-level monk in the Qi refining stage, hundreds of spirit stones are already an astonishing number. This means that Zheng Zhicheng does not need to think about how to earn spirit stones at all, and can focus entirely on practice! The speed of practice will definitely increase
soon!"
Ye Chen frowned deeply, feeling secretly alert in his heart.
...
"You must earn spiritual stones as soon as possible and buy spells for practice. Otherwise, once Zheng Zhicheng seizes the opportunity and becomes more proficient in spell practice, it will be difficult to catch up!"
Ye Chen stopped lingering on the street and returned to the small inn in the south of the city with the seeds of black Ganoderma lucidum and two spiritual stones.
He is very aware of the gap in strength brought about by time.
Just like a martial artist practicing martial arts, the success rate of the third move of his "Tiger Leap Sword Technique", Tiger Leap Triple Slash, is always a little worse than Yan Han. It's because Yan Han has been practicing for half a year, and the two of them practice hard every day.
Not letting up for a day, Yan Han's understanding of this move was one step ahead of him.
Ye Chen had learned this lesson before. Even if he had the Immortal Palace in his hands, he would not dare to relax at all. If he did not hurry up and practice, Zheng Zhicheng would be able to rush ahead step by step with the help of the large amount of spiritual stones he obtained from Zheng Yuan.
If you encounter him outside the fairy city in the future and you are not strong enough, you will be unlucky.
Ye Chen returned to the inn and locked the door with a wooden bolt.
Ye Chen opened his mouth slightly and spit out an ancient painting scroll of "Immortal Mansion".
The ancient painting scroll shines brightly.
Ye Chen can now retract and retract this magic weapon freely. It can be transformed into an immortal island in the sea of consciousness of Niwan Palace in the physical body, and it can be restored to a scroll of ancient paintings outside the body. It is very convenient.
Ye Chen brought the seeds of black Ganoderma lucidum into Xianfu and planted them on an acre of medicine garden in Xianfu.
"There are also spiritual stones to increase Tian's power!"
Then, Ye Chen put most of the broken spirit stones and two complete spirit stones into the Immortal Mansion, converting the aura of the spirit stones into the aura of the Immortal Mansion.
In the medicine garden, the spores of the black Ganoderma lucidum began to grow, from tender white to thicker and larger, emitting a light black luster.
This is not a secular herb, but a real spiritual herb from the world of immortality, and it absorbs a lot of spiritual energy.
After the black Ganoderma absorbed the spiritual energy of almost a whole piece of spiritual stone, it appeared full of spiritual energy, plump, plump and round. A few new spores even began to grow around the mature black Ganoderma.
Ye Chen estimated the age of the black Ganoderma lucidum. When it is mature, it is about 20 years old and can be sold for the price of five spiritual stones.
He shook his hand, and the spiritual grass fell out of the medicine garden. A 20-year-old black Ganoderma lucidum fell into his hand.
Ye Chen allowed the new spores to continue growing in the medicine garden, and obtained another twenty-year-old black Ganoderma lucidum. The last black Ganoderma lucidum stopped growing when it was fifteen or sixteen years old. The spiritual energy in the spirit stone had been exhausted. "These three plants
, you should be able to sell thirteen or four spiritual stones. Growing medicines in the medicinal garden will indeed make money faster than refining weapons!"
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o(n_n)o Many book friends in the book reviews speculated that little Zheng Zile came to give Ye Chen a thousand spiritual stones and was about to receive the lunch box! In fact, he was also an early minor supporting character, how could he be so fast?
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The third week of "The Fate of Immortal Mansion" has ended. Thanks to this week's rewards, Mortals Without Me, _lbjian, biobase and other 67 enthusiastic book friends for their support. Thanks to nearly 20,000 readers for their collections, clicks and recommendation votes.
Now that this book is written, some readers may be confused. There are two points that I would like to explain in particular here.
First, the emotions in this book are of the same origin. The promises made in the past life remain unchanged in this life.
The second is the innovation in the background and setting of this book. And it is a relatively large innovation.
This book needs to take on the emotional continuation of the previous book, but it must also make strong innovations to gain new insights, which requires a strong balance.
I hope everyone will be more tolerant and look at the innovative parts of this book.
"The world has changed a lot. What remains unchanged is a heart that pursues the path of immortality, and a thread of marriage that is destined to meet somewhere." - This sentence is a reference to "The Immortal Fate in the Purple Mansion" and "The Fate in the Immortal Mansion".