While Liu Changxu was slowly weaving through the crowd, he used his colorful glass eyes to scan the spiritual objects on the stalls on both sides of the road, hoping to catch them.
However, although there are many spiritual objects on the roadside stalls, there are very few spiritual objects above the third level. After all, as Jindan monks, few people are willing to show their faces and set up stalls. This is really detrimental to their own face.
By then, Wu Yunyue and Zhang Wenjun had discovered many spiritual objects they needed.
Both women are very wealthy, and rarely come to the market for shopping. Whenever they see the spiritual items they need, they buy them in large quantities.
Because Liu Changxu is an alchemist, weapon refiner, and talisman master, the most the two women bought were second-level spiritual fruits, elixirs, and spiritual materials. They planned to buy them home and ask Liu Changxu to refine them for them.
Even so, each of the two women spent tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones. Such a lavish purchase, coupled with the beautiful appearance of the two women, quickly attracted the envious eyes of countless people around them!
However, when the cultivators saw Liu Changxu next to the two women, most of the cultivators quickly averted their eyes. They did not want to misunderstand the golden elixir master by looking at the beautiful woman one more time.
Even some of the golden elixir monks present were the same. It was not worth it to get one more look at the beautiful woman and cause misunderstandings among fellow monks.
However, Wu Yunyue and Zhang Wenjun quickly realized that their behavior just now was a bit extravagant, and they bought a lot of spiritual objects that they did not really need.
Liu Changxu also discovered a bag of third-level high-quality blood jade spiritual rice that he was interested in at a stall. The stall owner was a middle-aged late-stage golden elixir monk.
When he came to the stall, Liu Changxu carefully checked the quality of the blood corn. Each grain of this bag of blood jade rice was the size of a thumb, crystal red as blood, and exuded a rich rice fragrance.
After confirming that the quality of the spiritual rice was good, he asked:
"How do you sell this bag of spiritual rice, fellow Taoist?"
The middle-aged Jindan monk saw someone interested in his spiritual rice and said enthusiastically:
"Fellow Taoist, you must be a physical practitioner! Because planting this blood jade rice requires a lot of blood of third-level monsters, the price is higher. This bag of blood jade rice has a total of fifty kilograms, and each kilogram costs two thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
, fifty kilograms is equivalent to one hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
Liu Changxu couldn't help but take a breath of air when he heard the asking price from the golden elixir stall owner. It cost 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones for only fifty kilograms. This was too expensive!
Seeing Liu Changxu's expression, the Jindan stall owner patiently explained:
"Fellow Taoist, please don't think that the price of this spiritual rice is expensive. It is expensive for a reason. For physical cultivation, its effect cannot be evaluated with spiritual stones. I spent a lot of money on this bag of blood jade spiritual rice.
What is grown at a price is gone when sold.”
"Okay, fellow Taoist, I want this bag of spiritual rice."
After Liu Changxu thought for a while, he took out a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones from the storage ring and handed it to the stall owner.
After the stall owner received the spiritual stone, he was still extremely happy. Doesn't Taoist friend want other spiritual objects?
As he said that, he pointed at the other spiritual objects on the stall. Liu Changxu looked at the other spiritual objects on the stall, including the third-order low-grade jasper peach, the third-order low-grade green jade zhi, the third-order low-grade apricot yellow rice, etc. Although these spiritual objects are good
, for Liu Changxu, it is not what he needs.
However, thinking that the stall owner might be a third-level high-grade spiritual planter, Liu Changxu's heart moved and he asked:
"Do you have the seeds of third-level high-quality blood jade rice, fellow Taoist?"
Hearing Liu Changxu's question, the stall owner couldn't help but hesitate and asked:
"Fellow Taoist, do you want to plant blood jade rice?"
"Yes, fellow Taoist! I don't know if I can sell it to you. The price can be higher!"
Liu Changxu said:
"I can sell you at most two kilograms and twenty thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
At this time, Wu Yunyue, who was standing next to Liu Changxu, became anxious and said before Liu Changxu could speak:
"This asking price is too harsh!"
"Haha! Madam, you must know that my price is extremely reasonable. If you don't believe me, go to the market and ask about it!"
The stall owner was not angry and replied with a smile:
"Okay, I want two catties."
After paying the spiritual stone and receiving the spiritual rice seeds, Liu Changxu left the stall with his wife and children.
Wu Yunyue couldn't understand why her husband spent so much money to buy spiritual rice seeds! She kept complaining to Liu Changxu!
In response, Liu Changxu just smiled and continued shopping. This time, Liu Changxu also had experience. He only briefly glanced at the stalls of low-level monks. Only those stalls of Jindan monks would take a serious look.
Soon he came to a stall filled with third-level elixirs and stopped. The stall owner was an old man with a white beard and a late-stage Golden Elixir practitioner.
What made Liu Changxu happy was that there were three purple ginseng plants that were more than 300 years old on the stall, which were exactly what Liu Changxu needed.
So, Liu Changxu asked before arriving at the stall:
"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell these three purple ginseng plants that are more than 300 years old?"
"One purple sun ginseng plant costs 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones. If you buy three plants together, it will be cheaper at 80,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
The price was cheaper than Qingyun Pavilion, so Liu Changxu wanted to buy it.
However, Wu Yunyue who was on the side spoke first:
"Senior, the price you offered is a bit high, how about 70,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"
When the old man saw Wu Yunyue coming up and cutting off 10,000 lower-grade spiritual stones, he was immediately displeased. A dignified late-stage Jindan cultivator came to set up a stall and his price was already low, but a late-stage foundation-building female cultivator treated him as a market player.
How can a businessman not be angry when he bargains?
However, after seeing Liu Changxu next to Wu Yunyue, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said:
"I don't negotiate the price of the elixirs here. If you feel the price is not suitable, you can buy it elsewhere."
When Wu Yunyue saw the old man's displeased expression and the faint golden elixir pressure exuding, he quickly shut his mouth!
Seeing this, Liu Changxu took his wife's delicate hand, gave her a calm look, and said:
"Since fellow Taoist fellows can't lower the price, let's go look elsewhere. Madam, let's go!"
"Fellow Taoist, stay here! I think you, Taoist, are alchemists. If you sincerely want to buy it, just like your lady said, just 70,000 low-grade spiritual stones, just treat me as my friend."
When the old man saw that Liu Changxu was leaving, he immediately regretted it. Those who bought three purple ginseng plants at one time were usually third-level alchemists. He was a long-term customer and could not be offended.
When Liu Changxu saw the old man's submission, he stopped and took out the spirit stone from the storage ring to complete the transaction.
The old man also put down his arrogance and started chatting with Liu Changxu.
The old man's surname is Zhang Mingjin. He is a golden elixir deacon of the Qingyun Sect and a third-level high-grade spiritual planter. Such enthusiasm is also due to Liu Changxu's alchemy master.
After Liu Changxu said goodbye to Zhang Jin, he continued shopping and bought all the elixirs needed to refine Ziyang Pill from other stalls.