Chapter 674: Qinglingxiang, 8-tone grass appears

"My husband, you don't know that over the years, the Yun family has been training bandit immortals in the Boundless Sea."

“And it’s getting bigger and bigger!”

"I am also very curious, how can the Yun family have so many cultivation resources to continuously supply these bandit immortals?"

Wu Zhaomei's gentle voice rang in Chen Xuan's ears.

Chen Xuan naturally knew something about what Wu Zhaomei had said.

What's more, he had been to the Boundless Sea in the past and personally killed a group of bandit immortals trained by the Yun family.

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, the Yun family's plan to train bandit immortals has not been interrupted.

Chen Xuan also couldn't figure out where the Yun family got so many cultivation resources.

"Mei'er, you are right. For us cultivators, the higher our cultivation level, the more cultivation resources we consume."

"With the strength of the Yun family, it is already very difficult to train seven or eight Jindan stage strongmen."

"But they secretly cultivated a large number of bandit immortals. This is a bit intriguing."

Chen Xuan chuckled and didn't take the matter too seriously.

Soon, he and Wu Zhaomei arrived at the entrance of Jingyunfang Market.

The Yun family cultivator who was guarding the entrance to Jingyun Market looked extremely respectful when he saw that both of them were cultivators in the Jindan stage.

After a brief questioning, they were let in.

"My fellow Taoists, the best thousand-year-old Huang Jingzhi only costs one thousand low-grade spirit stones. Don't miss it if you pass by!"

"Selling spiritual wine. Is there any fellow Taoist who needs spiritual wine? A pot of top-grade spiritual wine only costs 800 low-grade spiritual stones."

"Senior, I have a demon pill from a Jindan-stage demon beast. Are you interested? What? You are not interested in demon pills? If so, I have a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine in my hand. Please take a look."

Chen Xuan and Wu Zhaomei walked side by side in the market.

Listening to the countless vendors’ cries, I feel very familiar.

"Mei'er, before I joined the Yuling Sect, I also lived in a market town for a long time. Seeing these low-level cultivators, I felt really close to them." Chen Xuan explained with a smile.

"My husband, although you were a low-level cultivator before, your current level of cultivation has left countless cultivators far behind. I believe that with your talent, you definitely have a chance to become a god."

Wu Zhaomei smiled sweetly and was full of confidence in Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan did not explain, but just held Wu Zhaomei's hand tightly.

At this moment, Chen Xuan had already arrived at Jingyun Market, but he was not in a hurry.

He took Wu Zhaomei with him and strolled around Jingyun Market for a long time.

He then took out a sound transmission talisman, said a few words and activated it casually.

After a moment, a white-haired old man appeared in front of Chen Xuan.

"Disciple Xu Jingkong greets the ancestor!"

The spiritual energy fluctuations on the old man were very weak.

Chen Xuan recognized at a glance that this person was just a small cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Moreover, his aptitude for cultivation is very poor.

In this life, even if you have countless cultivation resources, you can only become a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage at best.

It is very difficult to advance to the Jindan stage.

"Haha, let's not waste any more time. It was you who brought the news about the Eight-tone Grass and the natural treasures that can resist thunder tribulations back to the sect?" Chen Xuan said.

"Reporting to the ancestor, it is my disciple. Now, everything the ancestor needs is in the Jingyun Auction House. In three days, the auction will be officially held." The old man said respectfully.

Chen Xuan nodded in satisfaction, and tossed a storage bag directly to the old man.

"I understand. This is your reward. From now on, hurry back to the sect. Go directly to Tongyou Valley."

The old man's mind swept over the storage bag that Chen Xuan handed over.

When he saw that it contained a thousand low-grade spirit stones and three or four bottles of elixirs for improving his cultivation, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Thank you, ancestor. Disciple...disciple is willing to give everything for the sect!" the old man said excitedly.

"You have already paid too much for the sect. From now on, you can practice in Tongyou Valley with peace of mind. The sect will be responsible for all your practice resources. Hurry up and go back!" Chen Xuan said with a smile.

The old man was very grateful and after thanking him, he turned and left.

Chen Xuan seemed a little worried, so he asked Hu'er to secretly protect the old man. After making sure they had safely left Jingyun Market, he and Wu Zhaomei continued to stroll around Jingyun Market.

After experiencing this incident, there was a hint of weirdness in Wu Zhaomei's look at Chen Xuan.

This made Chen Xuan look curious.

"Mei'er, why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Xuan said with a smile.

"My husband, there is one thing I don't understand. The old man just now should be a disciple of the Yuling Sect, right? However, a cultivator like him who is already very old and has average cultivation talent is no longer worth cultivating. Why do you want him to return to the Yuling Sect?"

Wu Zhaomei's expression was very serious.

Chen Xuan frowned, then sent a message to Wu Zhaomei while walking.

"Mei'er, you and I both started out as low-level immortal cultivators. Of course, your path to immortal cultivation should be smoother than mine."

"But I know that low-level cultivators like that old man have no one to rely on. Even if they succeed in joining a large sect, they can only stay at the bottom of the sect for the rest of their lives."

“It’s almost impossible to move to the next level.”

"What's more, he is already old. I think his death is not far away. The reason why I let him return to the sect is naturally to let him enjoy his last moments. It will not be in vain for him to come to this world."

Wu Zhaomei looked surprised and stared at Chen Xuan in a trance, but didn't say a word.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly and continued to send a message to Wu Zhaomei.

"Although I am not in the Yuling Sect these years, there are many disciples in Tongyou Valley."

"In the past, Senior Brother Liu Lan took care of all the affairs in Tongyou Valley for me. Every time when the dividends were distributed, I would take out one-third of the profits as a benefit for Tongyou Valley and distribute it to every cultivator in Tongyou Valley."

"I know that a large number of them who are immortal cultivators will never be able to advance to the Jindan stage in their entire lives."

"But I also hope that they can practice well in Tongyou Valley and make the most of their youth."

"Mei'er, what I said may sound a little funny to outsiders. It is also of no benefit to me personally."

"But I still have no regrets."

"The world of immortal cultivators is inherently cruel. They are heartless and deceitful. I hope that there is some warmth in this world of immortal cultivators. That's all."

After listening to this, Wu Zhaomei remained silent for a long time.

But when she looked at Chen Xuan in her beautiful eyes, there was an indescribable respect.

"My husband, it is my honor to be your dual cultivation partner." Wu Zhaomei said solemnly.

Chen Xuan smiled casually and just held Wu Zhaomei's hand, not letting go for a long time.

Just the two of them walked together and visited all the shops, big and small, in Jingyunfang City.

After three days, Chen Xuan and Wu Zhaomei finally arrived at the entrance of Jingyun Auction House.

"Welcome, seniors, to our Jingyun Auction House. Seniors, please come in!"

Before Chen Xuan and Wu Zhaomei entered the door, they saw a young and beautiful female cultivator coming up to them enthusiastically.

Without waiting for Chen Xuan to speak, Wu Zhaomei said directly: "Lead the way."

"Yes, senior!"

The young female cultivator agreed and quickly brought Chen Xuan to a private room on the third floor of the auction house.

The box was decorated magnificently. Before they entered, a faint fragrance wafted out, which made Chen Xuan and Wu Zhaomei feel refreshed.

"Is this... Qinglingxiang?"

Chen Xuan's eyes swept quickly around the box.

But his eyes fell on a palm-sized sachet.

Upon hearing this, the young female cultivator who brought Chen Xuan and Wu Zhaomei in hurriedly said with a smile: "Senior, you have a good eye. This sachet contains the famous Qingling Incense."

Pure and refreshing fragrance!

It has a miraculous effect in helping cultivators calm their minds.

It is also an extremely rare natural treasure.

Many cultivators, because they cannot calm their minds, will attract inner demons during their practice.

With the Qingling incense, the occurrence of such things can be reduced.

It is for this reason that Qinglingxiang is so popular among high-level immortal cultivators.

Chen Xuan really didn't expect that the Yun family's generosity would be so large.

Even things like Qinglingxiang were placed in the private room of the auction house.

"Okay, you go down first. We'll find you when we have something else." Wu Zhaomei said.

"Yes, senior!"

The young female cultivator agreed and quickly retreated.

Wu Zhaomei waved her hand casually, and the protective formation in the box was quickly activated.

But Chen Xuan did not sit down. Instead, he released his spiritual thoughts and checked carefully.

After making sure that there were no problems in the box, he and Wu Zhaomei sat on a soft couch and waited for the auction to begin.

About half an hour later, the entire four-story auction hall was packed.

On the auction platform in the center of the auction hall, a young female cultivator in light gauze also appeared quickly.

After she saluted to everyone with a smile, a silver bell-like voice rang out.

"Welcome all seniors to this auction. I am Xiyue, the host of this auction."

After a brief self-introduction, Xiyue smiled and said, "Next, please bring up the first item of this auction, the top-grade Qingyun Pill. The reserve price is 20,000 top-grade spirit stones. Each bid must be no less than 1,000 top-grade spirit stones."

Qingyun Pill!

This is a pill used to improve the cultivation level of cultivators in the Jindan stage.

Although the quality of the top-grade Qingyun Pill is not as good as the best, it is still a very rare treasure for ordinary cultivators.

As soon as Xiyue finished speaking, the fierce bidding sounds of countless cultivators were heard.

After a fierce competition, the top-grade Qingyun Pill was bought by a white-haired old man in the Jindan stage for two hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones.

This left Chen Xuan speechless.

"This price is about the same as a bottle of top-grade Qingyun Pill, right?"

After expressing his emotion, Chen Xuan continued to wait.

Only after five or six items had been auctioned off did Xiyue have someone bring in a tray covered with red silk.

"My dear seniors, the next item to be auctioned is a very rare thousand-year-old spiritual medicine - Eight Sound Grass!"

When Chen Xuan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

An unconcealable excitement also emerged from the depths of his eyes.

"Eight-tone grass? Has it finally appeared? If so, I must take it into my possession!"