Chapter 882 Again with the fragments

Oni Tomb, a special and dangerous place in the Deadly Ghost Realm, has a great reputation throughout the Tianchen Realm because of the eerie and eerie fog that permeates it all year round.

The Oni Tomb is located directly north of the Deadly Ghost Realm. It is a vast area stretching for thousands of miles with overlapping mountains. It is full of dangers. It is said that even the True God of Transformation is in danger of falling when he enters it.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the monks from Tianchen Realm from entering the Oni Tomb one after another.

Because although Onizuka is surrounded by dangers, it also contains endless opportunities.

It is said that Onizuka was transformed into the body of a powerful ghost cultivator who died in ancient times.

It not only retains the inheritance of the powerful ghost cultivator, but also contains many rare magic weapons and elixirs from ancient times.

There are even rumors that before the great ghost cultivator died, he left behind the original power of the ghost path that he had cultivated all his life. If he could find it, he could inherit his mantle and become a new generation of great ghost cultivator.

Although there are still monks who think that these are just legends in the world of cultivation, there are still countless people who are willing to take the risk.

After all, many people with deep luck have successfully brought out rare magic weapons and elixirs from Onizhong, and thus soared into the sky and changed their own destiny.

Because Onizhong attracts monks so much, several extremely lively markets have been built next to Onizhong, which is rich in yin.

These markets are controlled by a cultivation family called the Zhang family near Onizuka. Most of the shops in the market are opened by members of the Zhang family or rented to some casual cultivators.

At this time, in Zhangjiafang City, in front of a roadside shop.

An old man wearing a gray gown was talking to a young monk in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Young friend Yang, I spent a lot of money to find this spirit-containing grass in a dangerous place. It is definitely worth the price."

The young monk looked to be in his early twenties, with handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament. He was wearing a green shirt, carrying a long sword on his back, and a yellow gourd hanging on his waist. He looked like a swordsman.

He glanced at the spirit-accumulating grass exuding a faint aura in the old man's hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Mr. Zhang, although this spirit-containing grass is of good age, its color is a bit dull. It's obvious that a lot of its spiritual energy has been lost."

"Besides, there is still some ghost energy left on this spirit-accumulating grass. It is not easy to get rid of it."

Hearing what the young monk said, the old man in gray couldn't help but blush and said with some embarrassment.

"Young friend Yang, to be honest, I did find this spirit-impregnating grass at the edge of the Oni Tomb."

"Although it is contaminated with some ghost energy, as long as you spend some time and slowly warm it up with spiritual energy, it can still be driven away."

"Furthermore, for monks in the foundation-building stage, this spirit-accumulating grass is a treasure that can improve their cultivation. Even if a lot of spiritual energy has been lost, its value is definitely not low."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"Mr. Zhang, how many spiritual stones do you plan to sell for this spirit-containing grass?"

When the old man in gray clothes heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out five fingers.

"Five hundred yuan of low-grade spiritual stones is already the lowest price. If Yang Xiaoyou sincerely wants it, I can give you a 10% discount."

When Yang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head and said.

"Mr. Zhang, your price is too expensive. Although this spirit-accumulating grass is rare, you are not the only one who has it."

"There are so many monks coming in and out of Onizhong every day. If I want to spend 500 low-grade spiritual stones to buy them, I might be able to buy one with better quality."

After hearing Yang Fan's words, the old man in gray suddenly became anxious and said quickly.

"Young friend Yang, I found this Spirit-Absorbing Grass with great difficulty, and if you want to find a better one elsewhere, it might not be easy either."

"In this way, if you sincerely want it, I can give you a 20% discount and four hundred low-grade spiritual stones. How about it?"

When Yang Fan heard the words, he did not answer immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the Yunling Grass a few times, as if he was feeling the spiritual energy and ghostly energy on it.

After a moment, he spoke calmly.

"Mr. Zhang, although your spirit-acquiring grass has some flaws, it is not unusable."

"Let's do this. I'll take the three hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

When the old man in gray clothes heard this, his face changed slightly and he said hesitantly.

"Young friend Yang, you are bargaining too hard. I can't even recoup the cost of three hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

Yang Fan smiled slightly and said.

"Mr. Zhang, when doing business, you must always make it a win-win situation."

"Three hundred low-grade spiritual stones are a suitable price for me. You can also make a fortune, why not?"

The old man in gray hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Okay, since Little Friend Yang said so, I will suffer a little loss. For three hundred low-grade spiritual stones, this spirit-accumulating grass will be yours."

Hearing this, Yang Fan took out a storage bag from his waist, took out 300 low-grade spiritual stones, and handed it to the old man in gray.

The old man in gray clothes took the spirit stone and said with a brighter smile.

"Young friend Yang is really happy. If you need anything else in the future, just come to me."

Yang Fan put away the spirit-accumulating grass and cupped his hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely come here again."

After saying that, he turned around and left the shop, heading towards the depths of the city.

After Yang Fan disappeared, Zhou Yiqiao, dressed in a black gown, walked out of the shadows with True Lord Blood Beard.

The Bloody Bearded Lord looked at Yang Fan's leaving figure and asked Zhou Yiqiao with a puzzled look on his face.

"Master, this person's cultivation is only at the early stage of foundation building. Why have you been paying attention to him since you entered Fang City?"

Zhou Yiqiao did not answer immediately, but looked deeply at the direction in which Yang Fan disappeared. After a moment, he said something that left True Monarch Blood Beard scratching his head.

"I felt an aura similar to mine on his body."

Hearing this, True Lord Blood Beard couldn't help but be startled. Then he carefully recalled the aura on Yang Fan's body just now, but found nothing unusual.

But he didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only nod in agreement.

"Perhaps he has practiced some special skills. The master is a peerless genius. How can he, a small Foundation-building monk, be compared to you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao glanced at True Lord Blood Beard lightly and said nothing more.

Of course, he would not tell True Monarch Xuebeard that what he felt was not the aura of a skill, but a resonance from his soul.

This kind of resonance was felt by Zhou Yiqiao more than a hundred years ago when he first arrived in the Nether Demon Realm. At that time, he met Dongfang Zhen and his party who also had the moon stone space!