Chapter 935: Zhengyang Sand, Auction Begins
Chapter 935: Zhengyang Sand, Auction Begins
"May I ask where this Black Nightmare Willow comes from, fellow daoist? This is the first time I've heard of it."
Lu Chen asked quietly.
He couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of the world; there truly was nothing that didn't exist.
Even though he had cultivated countless spiritual herbs and had access to extensive herb manuals in Tianjian Sect and Hailou Commerce, there were still some rare and unheard-of herbs that surprised him.
"Black Nightmare Willow is a sixth-grade spiritual herb. I obtained it during my travels in a secluded small realm."
"As the spiritual herb grows, it slowly cultivates a special essence of willow spirit within its body. When it reaches maturity, it transforms into a nightmare demon."
"The nightmare demon communicates telepathically with the spiritual herb cultivator who raised it. After refining it, the cultivator has a certain probability of comprehending the Nightmare Witchcraft, which can be used to communicate with certain beings in special spaces or to cultivate some unorthodox secret techniques."
The young man explained slowly.
"Thank you for enlightening me, fellow daoist. Now I understand," Lu Chen nodded calmly.
"It seems to be an evil spiritual herb," he commented.
"To put it nicely, it's the left path, but if I'm being blunt, it's the demonic path," Lu Chen thought to himself, drawing from his extensive experience with cultivating such herbs.
"Fellow daoist, your Black Nightmare Willow is indeed remarkable, but after all, it's just a seedling. It's far inferior to my thousand-year-old tree heart," Lu Chen said indifferently.
"You should know that this tree heart has a wide range of uses. It greatly benefits the growth of wood-type sprites and spirit beasts, and it can also be refined into high-level puppet cores or wood-type magical artifacts."
"The difference between them is clear to you, fellow daoist," he added.
Lu Chen had instantly seen through the young man's desire for the thousand-year-old tree heart and decided to drive a hard bargain.
"You make a reasonable point," the young man acknowledged.
"How about this, in addition to the Black Nightmare Willow seedling, I'll add 200,000 low-grade spirit stones. What do you think?" he offered.
"Good! Lu Chen has always appreciated dealing with straightforward people like yourself," Lu Chen agreed without hesitation.
The thousand-year-old tree heart had come from the light sphere reward after the little tree sprite grew up. He had recently obtained a new batch of little tree sprites from Xuanji Tree Mother, so it would be no problem to spare a few tree hearts in the future.
It was well worth exchanging one of them for a rare sixth-grade spiritual herb seedling, along with 200,000 low-grade spirit stones.
Without any hesitation, Lu Chen struck a deal with the young man before him, and both parties walked away satisfied, having gotten what they wanted.
In the following days, several cultivators approached Lu Chen's stall to inquire about the treasures on display.
Unfortunately, none of them had the spirit seeds that Lu Chen desired.
Determined to maximize the value of his treasures, Lu Chen was in no rush to exchange them for other items.
About half a day later, a female cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core realm arrived at Lu Chen's stall.
Perhaps having learned about Lu Chen's requirements beforehand, she cut straight to the chase.
"Fellow daoist Lu, I have a substantial amount of fifth-grade Zhengyang Sand, a special type of spirit sand. I'd like to trade it for your fifth-grade sword talisman," she proposed.
"Oh? May I take a look, fellow daoist?" Lu Chen asked curiously.
The female cultivator nodded slightly, and a small pile of pure white spirit sand appeared in front of her.
The sand emitted a soft white glow and felt scorching hot, even from a distance. As Lu Chen probed it with his spiritual sense, he could feel an extremely yang and robust aura emanating from within.
"Zhengyang Sand, a fifth-grade special spirit sand. It contains an extremely yang aura and is highly beneficial to the growth of extremely robust and yang spiritual herbs," the female cultivator explained.
"How much Zhengyang Sand do you have, fellow daoist?" Lu Chen asked with growing interest. His collection of spiritual herbs was diverse, and he wanted to enrich his spirit sand varieties to match. That way, when he found the corresponding spirit seeds, he wouldn't need to spend extra time and effort searching for suitable spirit sand or spirit soil.
"I have around 20 pounds," she replied.
"Good," Lu Chen said.
"However, you should be aware that among treasures of the same grade, spirit sand is considered less valuable than talismans. Moreover, my sword talisman is exceptionally powerful and unrivaled among all talismans," Lu Chen pointed out.
"Twenty pounds of Zhengyang Sand in exchange for two fifth-grade sword talismans. What do you think, fellow daoist?"
Lu Chen nodded in agreement.
The female cultivator hesitated for a moment before eventually consenting.
"Deal."
While Zhengyang Sand was a rare and powerful spirit sand, it had significant limitations. On the other hand, Lu Chen's sword talismans could save one's life in critical moments.
Even though she could only obtain two sword talismans, she was already extremely satisfied.
She chose one Xuan Yin Sword Talisman and one Zhen Sha Sword Talisman from Lu Chen's stall and left contentedly.
"Young friend, how are you trading for this Grand Confucian Palace?"
Not long after the female cultivator left, a scholarly man with a feather fan and a kerchief tied around his forehead approached the stall. His demeanor exuded elegance and refinement.
"I only accept high-grade spirit seeds, seedlings, beast eggs, or items like Condensing Seed Law, spirit springs, and spirit sand in exchange for the items on display," Lu Chen replied respectfully, sensing the powerful aura emanating from the scholar.
"I have a seventh-grade Bitao Spirit Sword. How about trading it for your Grand Confucian Palace?" the scholar asked with a smile, casually summoning a deep blue flying sword from thin air.
The dense spiritual energy on the sword transformed into azure ocean waves that rippled endlessly, accompanied by the faint sound of surging waves.
"Please forgive me, but I only need spirit seeds and similar treasures at the moment," Lu Chen politely declined, feigning hesitation. He already possessed rare seventh-grade treasures like the Yin-Yang Prime Magnetic Divine Needle and the Nanming Thunderfire Mirror, and had no extra capacity to refine this ordinary seventh-grade flying sword.
"The Grand Confucian Palace is only useful to Confucian path cultivators. This Bitao Spirit Sword is more than enough to trade for it," the scholar insisted.
"Young friend, you can always use this seventh-grade flying sword later to trade for your desired spirit seeds from other cultivators," he added, his expression calm but his tone carrying a subtle hint of threat.
The Grand Confucian Palace in Lu Chen's possession was incredibly rare. It could only be formed after a Grand Confucian at the Nascent Soul realm passed away, and it was invaluable to Confucian path cultivators. If a sect could bestow it upon their most talented disciples, there was a high chance that those disciples would grow up to become Grand Confucians themselves.
The scholarly man, who usually cultivated his moral character, found his thoughts drifting in an unexpected direction after seeing the Grand Confucian Palace and the seemingly solitary Lu Chen.
"Lu Shidi, why are you setting up a stall by yourself? The auction is about to begin soon."
"If there's something you want, Shidi, just ask Zhen Xian for it directly."
Just as the scholar was about to press Lu Chen for the Grand Confucian Palace, a gentle voice interrupted them.
Before the scholar could respond, a handsome young man with multiple sword shadows behind him arrived at the stall.
"Mo Daoist."
The scholar bowed politely.
"Oh, it's Chen Daoist from the Great Xia Realm's Chen family," Mo Yuanfeng acknowledged with a nod, his eyes then landing on Lu Chen with a noticeably more intimate expression.
He had a favorable impression of this new junior disciple of the Sword Sect, and since Sword Immortal Zhen also favored him, he intended to show extra care.
"Mo Shixiong, I'll accompany you to the auction now," Lu Chen said, waving his spiritual light, causing the items on the stall, including the Grand Confucian Palace, to fly into his storage bag.
Mo Yuanfeng nodded at the scholar, and with a flash of sword light behind him, he and Lu Chen disappeared instantly.
"Shixiong? Shidi? Who is that cultivator, and how dare he address a direct disciple of the Cave Mystical Sword Sect as Shixiong?"
The scholar stood rooted in his spot, his eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty.
Although he had reached the Nascent Soul realm, there were still vast differences among cultivators of the same stage. Compared to Mo Yuanfeng, a true disciple of the Sword Sect, his strength was far inferior.
As for their respective backgrounds, there was no comparison at all.
One belonged to a top-tier Sword Dao sect in the myriad realms, while the other was merely a Confucian path family with some influence in the Great Xia Realm. The gap between the two was like a vast canyon.
Realizing the immense disparity between the Cave Mystical Sword Sect and his family, the scholar's eyes cleared, and he flew off in the opposite direction of the two.
(End of Chapter)
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