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Early the next morning, Chen Ping quietly went out after asking the fat shopkeeper about the location of Fangshi.

A journey of dozens of miles can be accomplished in just one meal.

Xikoufang City is located on the boundary between the inner and outer cities.

The structure of this mid-level city is very peculiar, completely different from those in Jinrui Island, Wangqin Island and other places.

It is not composed of several streets. What is in front of you is a super-large semicircular pavilion that is one hundred feet high.

All stalls and shops are concentrated within it.

Chen Ping nodded secretly, feeling that this layout is very good and is particularly convenient to manage. The cities and towns built by the Chen family in the future can also follow the example of 1 and 2.

After paying the fee for a few spirit stones, Chen Ping passed through the restriction. The environment in front of him changed, and a bright hall decorated with various colors of coral and jade appeared.

Xikoufang City is divided into three levels.

The first floor occupies the largest area, and more than 2,000 monks are currently trading here.

With a wandering mentality, Chen Ping walked around slowly.

Two days later, he visited 400 shops and more than 500 stalls.

Not to mention, there are actually several shops here, which opened Chen Ping's eyes.

A yard that sells spirit beasts specializes in selling all kinds of domesticated monsters, focusing on second-level fox monsters and cat monsters.

Chen Ping saw with his own eyes several monks who had concealed their true appearance and followed their servants into the backyard furtively, and did not come out for a long time.

After using his spiritual sense to probe unceremoniously, he withdrew with an embarrassed look on his face, and couldn't help but sigh, the atmosphere on Xikou Island is very tough and weird.

Another weapon-refining room can accept materials from practitioners at any time and refine various magic weapons according to the requirements of the material owner.

The store sells a rare and special product of Xikou Island, Mingmu Pearl.

Without using magic power or spiritual consciousness, with the help of this bead, one can easily see things within a radius of twenty miles.

After verifying the efficacy of the Mingmu Pearl, Chen Ping spent 15,000 spiritual stones to buy one without hesitation.

Although this thing may always be useless, if it comes in use, the money will not be wasted.

Chen Ping didn't stay long and went up to the second floor.

This floor is twice as small as the first floor, but the items sold are much more sophisticated.

There are rare treasures such as foundation-building monks' level-breaking elixirs, third-level low-grade talismans, spiritual herbs that are hundreds of years old, and more.

Unfortunately, Chen Ping didn't gain anything here.

So, he quickened his pace and walked to the top floor of Fangshi.

After passing a long corridor, a hanging door appeared in front.

The rows of green vines hanging down are lush and lush, as if they have entered a dense ancient forest.

And there is actually a deep black hole between the corridor and the half-empty door.

At the end of the passage, there are two foundation-building monks holding spiritual weapons and guarding them meticulously.

Seeing Chen Ping approaching, one of the foundation builders spoke coldly and told him the conditions for going to the third floor.

"The black shop style of Longmen Inn turns out to be in the same vein as the Zhou family."

Chen Ping cursed in his heart and handed over a medium-grade spiritual stone, because to go to the top floor, he had to pay another sum of money.

"Fellow Taoist has collected it. When leaving the market, you need to return the same way and return the guiding jade intact."

Zhou Ji Zhuji forced out a forced smile, then threw a pure white jade pendant to him and motioned for him to wear it around his waist.

Chen Ping released his consciousness and checked it again. After finding no problems, he did as required.

Then, a ray of light suddenly emerged from the jade pendant, and in the brilliance, a vine automatically flew to his side.

Pulling on the vine, with a slight jump, Chen Ping passed through the black hole below and landed firmly behind the door.

The jade pendant around his waist released another subtle ripple, and the transparent barrier immediately opened a gap for Chen Ping to fly in.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge hall hundreds of feet in diameter.

There are thirty splendid shops all around.

Including the famous "Lanyue Pavilion", "Xikou Wanbao Tower" run by the Zhou family, etc.

There are not many monks on the third floor of Fangshi. Together with the shopkeepers, guards, attendants, etc. of the major shops, there are only about 560 to 70 people.

There are only a few Qi-training monks lingering here, and they mainly focus on foundation building.

In the most conspicuous Lan Yue Pavilion, which is located in the center, there is even a female cultivator in the early stage of Yuan Dan.

It should be the monk in charge sent by Lan Yue Sect to take charge of one side.

Lan Yue Pavilion is a chamber of commerce directly under Lan Yue Sect.

Among the third-level islands in the Lan Yue Sea, Lan Yue Pavilion is basically set up.

This pavilion is not only an informant for gathering intelligence, but also a tool for making money.

Kongming Island is one of the rare third-level islands that does not have Lanyue Pavilion.

Now that the Chen family is occupying the magpie's nest, it is not clear whether the Lan Yue Sect will get involved.

Of course, if Shangzong had the intention of opening a Lanyue branch, Chen Ping would definitely have given him high-fives and a warm welcome.

After all, Lan Yue's two human golden elixirs and a fourth-level demon clan were superior, and he did not dare to resist at all.

Before leaving, he specifically explained to Chen Xiangwen.

If Lanyue Pavilion takes a fancy to Kongming Island, it must give away the best location in Fangshi for free, and make friends with the appointed pavilion master at any cost to show the Chen family's surrender.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is vividly demonstrated by the monks in the world of cultivation where one's own power determines everything.

But a momentary surrender does not mean the loss of a heart that is proud of frost and snow.

Fifty years ago, the Chen family was trying to please both sides and was caught between Jinrui Island and Broken Star Gate.

But now?

Chen Ping not only destroyed the Nixing Sect with his own hands, but even the Broken Star Sect trembled and survived under his breath.

Who knows what the situation will be like in the next fifty or one hundred years?

Moreover, after discovering some of the magical properties of golden beads, Chen Ping gradually became less interested in foreign objects.

If you build a sect and seize the tripod, and attack the superior sect, it will be the best if you succeed, and it doesn't matter if you fail.

Just stick to your life, and one day you will be able to make a comeback with the help of the most precious treasure.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Chen Ping began to walk around on the top floor with his peripheral vision.

On both sides of the hall, five to sixty monks sat cross-legged at a great distance apart, with some objects placed in front of them. They were all silent and unusually quiet.

Scattered other people were either carefully observing the items on the stall, or chatting with the stall owner with slightly moving lips.

Others were walking around the shops and stalls in the lobby, communicating with the treasure owners from time to time, and then saw them hiding in a remote corner, whispering.

Chen Ping stood there, swept his consciousness, raised his legs without saying a word, and walked towards a nearby stall.

The stall owner was a sixty-year-old man wearing a red robe. His cultivation level was the same as that of Chen Ping, who was in the hidden realm and had reached the late stage of foundation building.

On the stall next to his feet, there were only two weird-looking things.

One is light green in color and has a five-claw shape, like the rhizome of a certain spiritual plant, while the other is a blood-red ore as big as a fist, shining brightly.

Just as Chen Ping quickly approached, the old man in red heard the footsteps and looked up at him expressionlessly.

Chen Ping smiled at him. He recognized the two objects in front of the old man.

The blood-red stone is a third-level ore used to refine top-quality spiritual weapons, and is relatively rare.

But his real target was the plant that exuded strong wood-attribute spiritual power.

This is the rhizome of a thousand-year-old Qingfeng dragon muscle grass!

When he first discovered this object, Chen Ping was sincerely happy.

For no other reason, the supplementary ingredient of the Yuan Dan Stage of the Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Art is the Qingfengyu Decoction, and the main ingredient for cooking this soup is the Millennium Qingfengyu Dragon Muscle Grass.

As soon as I came to the top of Fangshi, I had an unexpected harvest. It was really good luck.

"A friendly greeting, Ye Ping, how do you sell this thing?"

Pointing to the light green rhizome, Chen Ping clasped his fists politely.

He didn't make any fuss about playing hard to get, and directly stated his purpose.

"Not for sale."

The old man in red robe shook his head and said calmly.

"Since Taoist friends set up stalls to display treasures in the market, they always have plans to trade. Why not state the conditions frankly so that Ye can weigh them."

Chen Ping calmly shook his sleeves and said patiently.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, there is no need to open your mouth and shut up about this thing. The temptation of this treasure is to try to find out. Although Lu is old, he is far from the point where his eyesight is dim. The rhizomes of the thousand-year-old Qingfenglong muscle grass are complete and have five whiskers. Not a single one is missing.

, at least it’s worth fifteen thousand spiritual stones.”

Maybe he realized that the buyer was a monk of the same rank. The tone of the old man in red robe could not be called indifferent, but it was definitely not enthusiastic.

"Hey, Ye has no intention of taking advantage of you."

Chen Ping blinked and said calmly: "I'll give you sixteen thousand."

"Lu said before that this thing is not for sale."

The old man surnamed Lu frowned, looked around, and explained in a low voice: "A month ago, Lu discovered a submarine spiritual vein in a sea area thousands of miles away from Xikou Island."

"There is a second-level Dzogchen demon beast entrenched in that sea spiritual vein. For some reason, Lu must get the flesh and blood of this demon."

"But I'm only at the late stage of foundation building. I can't defeat that monster alone."

"That's why Lu set up a stall in the market and invited colleagues to help me, and the rhizome of this spiritual grass is the reward. Fellow Daoist Ye is also in the late stage of foundation building, which barely meets my expectations."

After speaking smoothly and sincerely, the old man surnamed Lu regained his cool expression and waited patiently for Chen Ping's decision.

"Ye is not interested in hunting monsters in the sea, and he doesn't have the time."

Chen Ping shook his head and said lightly: "I can bid up to 20,000 spirit stones. Fellow Daoist Lu can do it."

"This thing is really not for sale, no matter how much you give it."

The old man surnamed Lu raised his eyelids and obviously hesitated for half a breath, but he still said decisively.

"What fellow Taoist sells are only rhizomes. Ye is very curious, where are the branches and leaves of this spiritual plant?"

Seemingly indifferent to the old man's rejection, Chen Ping pursed his lips and changed the subject.

The key to the essence of Qingfeng Longjicao lies in its branches and leaves. It is absolutely impossible to refine an auxiliary substance from just the rhizome.

When he looked at the crack in the rhizome, it looked like it had been broken off abruptly.

I think the branches and leaves of this herb should be in the hands of an old man named Lu or someone else.

Although Qingfeng Longjicao is a third-level elixir, it has been extremely difficult to find in the outside world for thousands of years. After finally finding a clue in the market, Chen Ping was not willing to simply interrupt the investigation.

He has planted a ray of spiritual consciousness in the body of Lu Zhuji. Unless this person hides in Xikoufang City, he will not be able to escape his questioning.

"Fellow Daoist Ye seems to have no sincerity, so let's let the transaction go. Lu is not in a hurry, and will wait slowly for the fellow daoist who is willing to help me kill the monster to appear."

The old man surnamed Lu did not answer his questions at all, and closed his eyes with a cold face.

"This thing is very important to me. Ye, just let you go. When will we set off?"

Chen Ping looked at the rhizome again and again with great reluctance. After struggling for a long time, Chen Ping finally made up his mind.

"Fellow Daoist Ye has been so cheerful early in the morning, so Lu will not say bad words to you."

The old man surnamed Lu calmed down and said solemnly: "As soon as that monster dies, Lu will immediately offer the rhizome of the thousand-year-old spiritual grass with both hands."

"I hope fellow Taoist Lu will tell Ye the whereabouts of the branches and leaves of the spiritual grass later."

Chen Ping nodded slightly and said calmly.

At this moment, a few stalls away, a stall owner who had established the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment was carefully unfolding his consciousness to spy on the situation here.

"This is an additional condition. It depends on your performance, Lu."

The old man surnamed Lu said vaguely, and with a wave of his hand, he put the few exhibits into the storage ring.

Then he nodded to Chen Ping, and the two left the hall in a tacit understanding, and walked out of the passage one after another.

"Hey, didn't this boy just enter the top floor of Fangshi for less than a quarter of an hour?"

After the two figures disappeared, the foundation guard on the left said strangely.

"Hey, didn't you see Lao Lu following him?"

Another Zhou family foundation builder laughed strangely and said sarcastically: "Tsk, tsk, Lao Lu's technique of catching big fish is becoming more and more sophisticated. I remember this is the third fellow Taoist who has followed him in a year."

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"You're so presumptuous, you dare to do such a bad thing in our Zhou family's market."

Zhuji, who spoke first, had a cold glint in his eyes and said angrily.

"As an outsider, brother, please don't worry too much. As long as he doesn't do anything blatantly in Xikou City, what does it have to do with the clan?"

The companion shook his head and said leisurely: "Also, brother, you may not know that the leader behind Lao Lu is Wang Daoyou, the top three Half-step Yuan Dan in this city, so we still turn a blind eye.

Just watch a show."

"With the strength of fellow Daoist Wang, there is absolutely no chance of survival through ordinary foundation building."

"My pity for that new Taoist friend who has worked so hard to cultivate to the advanced stage, but his path is cut off at our Xikou Island."

Just as he finished speaking, a purple-robed Taoist flew down, dragging the vines.

Upon seeing this, the two foundation builders of the Zhou family immediately stopped talking and greeted the visitors with smiles on their faces.

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Two days later.

On the top floor of Xikou City, in front of Lanyue Pavilion.

A thin monk with a yellow face was warmly received by the maid and went all the way to the box on the second floor.

After ordering several delicious and expensive delicacies, the maid's eyes flickered, hinting that she could stay and accompany her to the meal.

The yellow-faced monk waved his hand impatiently, and the maid immediately fell silent, closed the door and retreated.

"I have changed into a new set of clothes. It seems that the 500 Taoist robes made by Yun'er have not been used for a long time."

Lying on the bed, the yellow-faced monk thought secretly.

He rarely changes his robes.

If your clothes are dirty, you can use a dust removal technique to make them clean again.
Chapter completed!