The Central Dragon Court is the only holy place for martial arts in the Earthly Immortal Realm.
This place is under the control of the True Dragon Clan. In addition to the True Dragon Clan, there are also thirteen dragons with lower bloodlines living here.
The strongest of the True Dragon clan is called the Dragon King, and the strongest of the other thirteen dragon clans are called the Dragon Lord, who sit in the major states of the Central Dragon Court.
Ordinary warriors would be extremely honored if they could meet the Dragon King. As for the Dragon King, only a few people in the Earthly Immortal World could see him.
Here, strong men from all races and parties gathered. Because the resources here are rich, all the major saint clans will have their forces distributed here.
This is the tacit approval of the True Dragon Clan. Their tribe is sparse and cannot occupy such a large territory, but every inch of land belongs to the True Dragon Clan.
If the warriors below mine the spiritual minerals, 30% of them must be handed over to the major dragon kings, who will then hand them over to the Dragon Emperor.
This rule has been in place for countless years, but there are also people who try to go beyond this rule and intercept it quietly, and the final consequences are very miserable.
As time went by, no one dared to do this anymore.
After Su Han left the Land of Holy Meteor, he was the first to arrive in Nanfangbu Prefecture.
Its territory is extremely vast, with a Dragon Lord sitting in charge and countless Holy Lords dominating one area. It is one of the fourteen states of the Central Dragon Court.
Su Han galloped through the air and flew over Nanfangbu Prefecture for several days before arriving at a very lively market.
He planned to sell some more demon-destroying jade and get some top-quality spiritual coins to keep with him. He had looked at this market and found that there was the aura of a saint in it, so he ate the demon-destroying jade.
The market is surrounded by shops and is very lively, with warriors constantly coming in and out, and the ranks of these warriors are at least Martial Lord or above, and they come from all races.
This is naturally not Su Han's target. His target is a few streets deeper. The spiritual materials sold here are only six or seven levels, suitable for Martial Lord and Martial King.
The human race is relatively rare in this city, but the Tao race and the human race are similar in appearance. Occasionally, warriors passing by will cast strange glances at Su Han, but they will quickly take them back because of Su Han's aura.
well.
"Shopkeeper, when you open your business, you must be honest.
This volume of my Dayan Pill Sutra is genuine and contains several prescriptions and refining methods for Dayan Divine Pills.
You only gave me two hundred top-quality spiritual coins?
What can you do with this money?
Buy twenty Condensation Pills?"
"It's just two hundred, do you want some Dayan Dan Sutra? I just saw something that was more primitive and pleasing to the eye, so I spent two hundred top-quality spiritual coins to collect it.
How can the recipe of Dayan Divine Pill be so easy to obtain? How many of the saints can master it?
Can it be in this little Dharma form like you?
I have to take a risk to buy your stuff with two hundred top-grade spiritual coins. This stuff will probably fall into my hands, and I will lose all my money by then. Are you going to compensate me?"
“Dayan Dan Sutra?
This is good stuff, brother, is this really the Dayan Alchemy Sutra?
If you sell it to a saint, you can get at least hundreds of thousands of top-quality spiritual coins, not to mention more!"
"How dare he?
If you use this thing to deceive a saint, you will not be scolded, and the saint will tear off his skin and tendons."
Su Han had just walked to another street when he heard a quarrel coming from a shop. There was also a group of Dharma ministers standing outside the shop watching the excitement.
"Dayan Dan Jing?"
Su Han was quite interested and stepped forward to take a look.
In the shop, a middle-aged man was arguing with the shopkeeper. He was holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand. There was a faint special smell on it. It was obviously not made of ordinary bamboo.
Apart from this trace of aura, even a quasi-sage like Su Han couldn't tell what the bamboo slips had.
It’s no wonder that the shopkeeper doesn’t believe that the recipe for the Dayan Divine Pill can be engraved on this broken bamboo slip, and that it can be priced at two hundred top-quality spiritual coins. This is because the bamboo slip has an extraordinary aura and may contain some special information.
Just as Su Han was about to leave, the middle-aged man spoke again: "Shopkeeper, to tell you the truth, my ancestors had a Dayan Alchemist.
This Dayan Alchemy Sutra has been passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. If our family had not produced a saint, how would it be my turn to sell it?"
"Your ancestor?"
The shopkeeper showed a hint of sneer: "May I ask the name of your ancestor's Dayan alchemy master?"
"If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname. My ancestor was known as the 'Ghost Hand Alchemist' in the world!"
The middle-aged man said slightly proudly.
"Ghost Hand Alchemist?
never heard of that."
"Have you heard of it?
Is there such a person among the Dayan Alchemists?"
"Never heard of it."
"May I ask how many years have passed since your ancestors?"
The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"It's been seventy or eighty thousand years ago, maybe fifty or sixty thousand years ago. It's been too long. How can I remember it?"
Middle-aged humanity.
"Go, go, go, it's been so long, no matter what you say, who knows if there is really any ghost-hand alchemy master in the world."
The shopkeeper waved his hand: "I only have one hundred top-quality spiritual coins now. If I want to sell them, you can keep them and I'll bet on my luck.
If it doesn't sell, go and have a look elsewhere, and don't stop here and disturb my business."
"If I were a saint and could find the Tushita Divine Fire, I would definitely refine one of the Dayan Divine Pills for you to see!"
The middle-aged man angrily dropped a word, turned around and left.
Tushita Divine Fire?
It is extraordinary to be able to name the authoritative title of this saint.
Su Han paused for a moment, then turned to look at the middle-aged man. The man was only a calamity of Dharma, and he seemed to have stayed in the current state for a long time, and the aura on his body felt a bit sluggish.
"How much will your Dayan Alchemy Sutra sell for?"
Su Han said.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Han, with a flash of hesitation in his eyes: "Ten thousand top-quality spiritual coins."
Perhaps feeling that his bid was a bit high, he added: "At least it cannot be less than eight thousand."
"Ouch!"
The Dharma figures around him couldn't help but be secretly shocked, and then a smile appeared in their eyes.
Eight thousand top-quality spiritual coins are considered a huge amount of wealth for any Dharma minister.
One phase-condensing pill is enough to practice ordinary Dharma for more than a month, and eight thousand top-quality spiritual coins are eight hundred phase-condensing pills.
Decades of cultivation resources. After they were shocked, they showed ridicule. Some wanted to remind Su Han, but seeing that they could not see through Su Han's cultivation, they did not speak easily for fear of offending others.
"Is the Tushita Divine Fire you just mentioned mentioned in this Dayan Dan Sutra?"
Su Han smiled lightly.
The middle-aged man was slightly startled, then nodded, "It is indeed mentioned in it."
"Ten thousand top-grade spiritual coins, the price is not a big problem, but you have to wait for me for a while."
Su Han said.
There was a hint of surprise on the middle-aged man's face, but he was also a little skeptical. Did the other party really want to buy it?
Or do you want to trick him?
"Senior, you pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, why do you have to wait for a while..." The middle-aged man said hesitantly.