Aiming for the Immortal Path Chapter 2753: No matter how hard you try, you can’t find anything, and it takes no effort to get there! The discovery of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace
Chapter 2753: No matter how hard you try, you can’t find anything, and it takes no effort to get there! The discovery of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace
"Although everyone is cooperating, how many treasures can be obtained depends on their own methods."
"If the treasure is divided equally, and some people contribute more and some contribute less, how should we calculate it?"
"In the end, everyone hides and tucks in, but no one can get anything good!"
Jun Duxing snorted softly. As he spoke, his eyes moved back and forth between Su Twelve and Ling Changkong, who had been silent.
The meaning is self-evident.
Regardless of whether Su Twelve had killed Taoist Lu Feng of Biyunxuan with one sword, his cultivation level was here, at the beginning of the distraction period.
As for Ling Changkong, his initial cultivation and state were not even very stable.
If each relied on their own means, he didn't think that the two of them would have any advantage over him.
The so-called Taoist Lu Feng, who is in the Dzogchen stage of distraction, is an evil cultivator who does not even dare to practice the clone.
Being from the Tiangang Sect, he never cared about it.
And if the treasure is divided equally, the two of them will undoubtedly gain great benefits, but he will become the one who contributes the most.
"My fellow Taoist Jun is right. How much strength do you have, how many treasures can you get?"
"I really want the treasures to be divided equally. My cultivation level is very weak. No matter how much I take, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it."
Before Su Twelve could ask, Ling Changkong's voice sounded slowly.
Exploring the ruins of the ancient gods was not the main purpose of this trip.
However, if there is a chance to seize the treasure, there is no reason for her to misplace it.
As a swordsman, it is true that he specializes in swordsmanship.
But in the process of cultivation, it also requires the support of massive cultivation resources.
Even if there are many treasures that you cannot use yourself, you can still get a lot of useful cultivation resources by trading them in the market.
He had hidden his cultivation level, and no one present noticed it.
But my family knows my own affairs.
Each one relies on his own means. It is beneficial for you to act alone, and it is equally beneficial for you.
"Okay, since Fellow Daoist Jun and Fellow Daoist Ling said so, and Fellow Daoist Nangong has no objections, let's make this decision."
Su Twelve smiled and nodded.
Whether it's divided equally or each one uses his own means, he certainly won't have any extra thoughts.
In terms of cultivation level, on the surface, he and Ling Changkong do not have much advantage.
As the saying goes, my heart is self-sufficient and I don’t seek anything from outside!
From a long time ago, Su Twelve knew that the only person in this world who can truly rely on is himself!
Without a strong and persevering heart, he would not be where he is today.
If he really wants to win the treasure by means, he certainly has his own confidence.
No matter whether you have the Jiuxiao Linglong Tower with its own small space world in your hand, or you have mastered the secret technique of space.
Its use is not just for confronting enemies in battle, or for practicing in seclusion.
It is also a kind of reliance when hunting for treasures.
Without waiting for everyone to nod, Su Twelve changed the topic and continued to emphasize it again.
"However, when we arrive at the destination, we have a word in advance that the things left by the ancestors of the Ren family must belong to fellow Taoist Ren, and no one can get involved with them!"
To this, the three people present nodded in agreement.
This condition itself was included in the initial oath agreement.
"Okay, without further ado, let's set off now!"
The cooperation matter was finalized, and Su Twelve no longer wasted time.
After saying hello, Dangjie led Ren Lingrong out quickly.
In the room, three people filed out of the room, followed closely behind, and followed Su Twelve to the teleportation array.
…
When Su Twelve and his party met in Room A of Baibaozhai, they discussed cooperation matters and planned to go to the Ancient God Ruins to hunt for treasures.
Not far from Baibaozhai, there is a chamber of commerce called Qizhen Pavilion.
In the backyard, in a luxuriously decorated room.
Cui Shaolin, the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, was sitting calmly on the Grand Master's chair in front of an exquisitely crafted Eight Immortals table.
On the table, there were placed top-quality spiritual crystals that were as big as a baby's fist, smooth and round, as natural as nature itself, and exuding astonishing aura.
There are as many as three hundred pieces!
Every spiritual crystal looks the same, exactly the same.
At the end of the table, an out-of-body monk with two mustaches, dressed like a businessman, and with the shrewd eyes of a businessman, was standing respectfully.
"Is this the top-grade spiritual crystal that someone released in large quantities in your mouth?"
Cui Shaolin looked at the spiritual crystal on the table carefully without raising his head.
"Exactly!" The mustached monk nodded.
"How many are there?" Cui Shaolin continued to ask.
The mustached monk said cautiously: "It's hard to estimate, but at least there should be ten or twenty thousand."
"Oh? So much..." Cui Shaolin raised his eyebrows slightly and then raised his head.
"Have you found out where these spiritual crystals came from?"
The mustache's body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said: "This subordinate should be damned. Although he sent people to investigate as soon as possible, these top-quality spiritual crystals appeared all over Baizhangfang City, and there was a lot of news spread indiscriminately, and the source could not be found at all.
Can be checked.”
"I only know that the most widely circulated news is that someone accidentally discovered a top-quality spiritual crystal deposit."
"However, to be able to release so many top-grade spiritual crystals, I'm afraid this is the only reasonable explanation!"
Cui Shaolin sneered, "Haha, what kind of top-grade spiritual crystal mine? If there are really top-grade spiritual crystals, you can keep them for your own use slowly and exchange a small amount of top-grade spiritual crystals for cultivation resources.
With so many top-grade spiritual crystals, I’m afraid the premiums for top-grade spiritual crystals of all grades in Baizhangfang City have dropped a lot now, right?”
The mustached monk nodded repeatedly, "Holy Son Mingjian, this is indeed the case."
"It turns out that top-grade spiritual crystals are rare. From low-grade spiritual crystals to top-grade spiritual crystals, the premium is more than 30%, and even under special circumstances, it can reach 40%."
"But with so many top-quality spiritual crystals flowing out, the premium is now only more than 20%."
"As a result, the premiums between other grades of spiritual crystals have also dropped to varying degrees."
"Before this batch of top-grade spiritual crystals is completely consumed by the monks, I'm afraid the price premium won't change much."
Cui Shaolin's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "It seems that my guess is good, that guy should have appeared!"
"This plan was originally intended to let all forces in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land share the pressure, so as to break through the formation restrictions of the Ancient God Ruins as soon as possible."
"I didn't expect that it took no effort to get there even though I had to go through iron shoes to find no place. There hasn't been much progress in the ruins of the ancient gods, but I waited for that guy first. This is really an unexpected surprise."
His voice was not loud, but the corners of his mouth raised a little, and his face showed an unconcealable joy.
"That guy? Who is the Holy Son referring to?" The mustached monk looked confused and asked cautiously from the side.
"Hmph! You shouldn't ask, don't ask too much!"
Cui Shaolin groaned, his indifferent voice sounded, and a little breath spread out, bringing with it supreme pressure.
The mustached monk's expression suddenly changed, and he looked increasingly frightened.
"The Holy Son Mingjian, I just want to ask the Holy Son to share my worries."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure dissipated, and the mustache's forehead was already full of beads of sweat.
Running a chamber of commerce in Baizhangfang City, although his cultivation level is not bad, the thing he is worst at is killing.
Not to mention, the cultivation level of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace far exceeds his own.