Chapter 1284: Ice Man

When Ye Chunyang woke up the next day, the Yan sisters were no longer in the inn, and they seemed to have been gone for a long time.

Ye Chunyang didn't care about this and took Xiaobao away alone.

However, not far from the inn, the aura of monks appeared within the range of his spiritual perception, and there were at least hundreds of them.

Although Liangzhou City is a city where mortals and immortal cultivators are mixed, it is a bit abnormal to have so many cultivators gathered at once.

"These auras seem to be mostly from the Qi Refining Stage and Dao Foundation Stage. They are actually gathering in the same direction. It seems to be the underground market that the Yan sisters talked about yesterday."

Ye Chunyang remembered what the Yan sisters had said and quickly understood.

Muttering to himself, he immediately walked away with his hands behind his back.

Most of the treasures that appeared in these small underground transactions were low-level treasures, which were unattractive to him. It would be better to go to other places to find out if there were higher-level treasures.

"Huh?"

After walking no more than three steps, a wave of spiritual consciousness suddenly came from the place where the monks gathered, and it kept wandering around it, as if searching for something.

"This spiritual consciousness has actually condensed into divine thoughts. Could it be that there are soul cultivators among those monks?"

Ye Chunyang's expression condensed.

This spiritual thought came from the group of monks he had just detected. Due to the hasty sweep, Ye Chunyang did not deliberately conceal the power of his spiritual thought, and some people with keen senses would also notice it.

But when ordinary low-level monks discovered that his spiritual thoughts were powerful, they immediately shrank and shivered. How could they dare to take the initiative to respond and find out his details?

"interesting."

Ye Chunyang sneered, stopped leaving, and walked towards the place where the monks gathered.

He and his clone looked extremely ordinary, no matter how they looked, behaved, or were dressed. They looked like ordinary people walking on the street.

And because of his level as a monk in the divine transformation stage, both his soul and spiritual power have returned to their original state, somewhere between reality and illusion. He is like a mortal walking on the street, and the spiritual mind that probes him is searching even though it has no results. After that, he quickly retreated.

The other party also seemed to be very low-key. After retracting, there was no trace of his movements, making it unnoticeable.

In just half a cup of tea, Ye Chunyang arrived at the place where the monks gathered.

It is an ancient building, only two stories high. There are monks coming in and out of a simple gate in the middle, but each of them is filled with various haloes, covering their appearance and figure.

"The Yan sisters did not tell lies. The people who came to the underground meeting all used magic to hide their identities."

Ye Chunyang waved his sleeves and robe, and the main body and clone were immediately covered with a layer of gray glow, and then he walked towards the ancient building.

On the first floor of the ancient building, those in the Qi Refining Stage gathered, while the Daoji Realm monks were on the second floor.

Although everyone present used magic to cover themselves, they were just decorations in front of Ye Chunyang, the great monk who transformed into gods. With a little spiritual awareness, everyone's conversations, appearance, cultivation level and other information were clear to him.

Among the crowd, he suddenly spotted the Yan sisters, who were negotiating with a woman of a similar level.

Ye Chunyang and Xiaobao walked calmly in the field, scanning casually, and found that there was nothing interesting in the items traded among the monks.

Just as he was about to walk up to the second floor, a loud noise from the crowd caught his eye.

"Fellow Taoist, this thing of yours is just an ordinary piece of water-repelling spiritual jade, but you want a hundred thousand spiritual stones. Isn't it too much for your appetite?"

"It is indeed an ordinary water-proofing spiritual jade, but I just want one hundred thousand spiritual stones. Do you want to buy it?"

"..."

Two monks were arguing with each other. One had a layer of white spiritual mist covering his body, while the other had a blue light covering his body.

In front of the white spiritual mist monk were several magic weapons filled with spiritual energy fluctuations. The monk covered in blue light was pointing at one of the blue jade pendants with a dissatisfied tone.

"One hundred thousand spiritual stones is too expensive. If you are willing to give in, I can reluctantly accept eighty thousand spiritual stones."

The figure covered in blue light seemed to be quite interested in the cyan jade pendant. He was silent for a while and continued to speak.

"No, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand, and I won't sell it for even a penny less." The monk in the white spiritual mist shook his head with a very firm attitude.

The figure shrouded in blue light suddenly became stunned, and finally snorted and waved away.

At this moment, a person walked next to him and also looked at Brother Baiwu's stall.

"Why, this fellow Taoist also wants this water-proofing jade?" Brother Baiwu raised his head and glanced at the person, stretched out his hand and said forcefully: "Bring one hundred thousand spiritual stones, and the deal will be done immediately."

The monk who came over did not use magic to cover his figure. He only wore a mask made of ice jade. He did not speak when asked by the white mist monk. Instead, he looked past the water-proof jade and pointed to the side: " I want it."

Brother Baiwu was startled for a moment, looked down, and was confused.

The palm-sized piece of copper that the other party pointed to had no spiritual energy. It was picked up by the Baiwu monk from a deep mountain. After repeated research, he determined that it was just a piece of waste and was useless, so he simply put it out. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true. Someone took a fancy to it.

Brother Bai Wu was overjoyed. It was rare for a fat sheep to come to his door. There was no reason not to slaughter it.

"It turns out that fellow Taoist is interested in this thing, and he has a good eye. This is the treasure I have at the bottom of the box, three hundred thousand spiritual stones!"

The white mist monk raised his head and said proudly.

"Can."

Unexpectedly, the ice-faced figure agreed and threw a Qiankun bag to the White Mist monk.

Brother Bai Wu was stunned.

This is just a piece of junk, and this person actually bought it for 300,000 spiritual stones?

Is he stupid or is he stupid?

Brother Baiwu weighed the Qiankun bag filled with spiritual stones and suddenly threw it back to the figure on the ice: "I'm sorry, I have changed my mind. I won't sell this piece of copper."

As he spoke, he put away the copper pieces and ignored the figure on the ice.

A piece of scrap copper can be bought for a high price of 300,000 spirit stones, and even a fool can tell that something is wrong.

Either this person is really a fool, or this copper piece has another secret, but he just didn't discover it.

Brother Baiwu decided to go back and study it again, maybe it was really a good treasure.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Brother Baiwu was shocked. Just after he said the words of regret, he immediately took out the copper piece.

This time, he handed the object to the ice-faced man respectfully, and the ice-faced man seemed to sneer, and left with the copper piece without even giving him the spirit stone.

Everyone around was very surprised.

The white mist monk's lion's mouth before was too eye-catching, and he even regretted it in person. Now he obediently handed the copper piece to the ice-faced man. The change was too fast.

However, everyone did not pay too much attention. They only glanced at the white mist monk and then went about their own business.

It's just that after the ice-faced man left, the White Mist monk was surprisingly no longer as active as before, sitting there motionless.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Ye Chunyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The people present were just low-level monks in the Qi refining stage. They couldn't see what happened to the white mist monk, but he could clearly see the ice-faced man just casting a soul spell on him.

"Sure enough, there is a soul cultivating here. This matter is getting more and more interesting."

Ye Chunyang touched his chin.

This was the second monk he encountered who could use soul magic after Tongtian Cult Master.

The Master of Tongtian just obtained a book of soul skills through chance encounters. He could only barely gather his spiritual thoughts, control objects from the air, and exert divine pressure. He didn't even step into the threshold of soul cultivation.

With such a half-bucket of water cultivation, you can't even kill a chicken.

But the ice-faced man was really using his soul power to attack the white mist monk, invisible and shadowless, directly obliterating the opponent's soul and controlling his mind.

Brother Bai Wu was hit by his soul spell and would not die immediately, but when he stepped out of this ancient building, he would soon be dead.

From this point of view, this ice-faced man is the soul cultivator who just detected his whereabouts.

The other party should have discovered that his spiritual power was stronger than ordinary monks when he accidentally investigated the situation in the city, so he tracked him down in turn.

Ye Chunyang has always wanted to know more about soul cultivation, but after repeated inspections, it was found that there is no soul cultivation in the immortal world of Silver Moon Country, or there is no clue about soul cultivation on the surface.

After a while of silence, he stepped out of the ancient building.

But when he returned to the street and launched his spiritual detection again, the ice-faced man seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace at all.

"This person's soul power cultivation is at the soul shaping stage at most, and his spiritual power cultivation is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. To be able to evade my spiritual search is quite a trick."

Ye Chunyang frowned, but quickly relaxed and returned to the inn.

Since the ice-faced man appears here, he must still be in Liangzhou City.

When they returned to the inn, there was a middle-aged monk and an old man waiting inside. The middle-aged monk was Zhao Wangui.

"Master Ye, you are finally back. This junior and others have been waiting here for a long time."

Seeing Ye Chunyang, Zhao Wanzui immediately greeted him respectfully.

The great elder next to him also stood up solemnly and bowed to greet him.

"It turns out to be Elder Zhao. Why are you looking for me?"

Ye Chunyang sat down alone without looking at the two of them.

Seeing this, Zhao Wangui poured tea for him with a smile on his face and introduced: "Today, I come here to introduce someone to the master. This person is the eldest elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Fei."

The great elder immediately stepped forward and bowed: "Junior, please see Master Ye."

Ye Chunyang didn't respond. He drank a cup of tea leisurely and then nodded slightly.

The great elder's expression changed slightly. In Ye Chunyang, he did not feel the domineering power of a superior person, nor did he feel any domineering power that a strong man should have. What he felt was just a faint trace of dust.

The great elder had great experience and could see at a glance that this kind of temperament could only be possessed by a big shot who had truly reached the top. His awe for Ye Chunyang suddenly increased by a few points.

"The two of us have taken the liberty of disturbing you, and I hope that Master will forgive me. However, we really have something to ask for, and we beg Master to help."

The great elder bowed deeply.

He could not see the details of Ye Chunyang's cultivation level, but after hearing about the other party's level of soul cultivation in the out-of-body stage, he did not dare to feel any disrespect.