Natural Fairy Species Chapter 366

Chapter 366 Strange Shoulder Bone

“There is indeed some strength. The owner of a shop has a late-stage foundation building cultivation level..."

When Bai Zichen entered Guanghui Trading Company, a silver light scanned him from top to bottom.

With this method of spiritual detection, it is of course impossible to get a glimpse of his true cultivation level.

His breath gathering spell is not very subtle. The main reason is that he has too strong control over his body, and there will be no fluctuation in his revealed cultivation.

Bai Zichen, who was regarded as a monk in the early stage of foundation building, was led to the third floor by Zhike from Guanghui Trading Company, where dozens of spiritual weapons and various elixirs were displayed.

 In terms of product categories, it is much better than Wanbao Pavilion back then.

Of course, this does not directly mean that Guanghui Commercial Bank is stronger than Wanbao Pavilion.

 The Qingfeng Sect today and the Qingfeng Sect back then are not the same concept, and these trading houses have different levels of emphasis.

Bai Zichen randomly picked two spiritual weapons and asked about their prices, and then compared them with the exchange prices in the sect's weapon refining hall to make sure he knew what they were.

'The exchange price of spiritual weapons in the Weapon Refining Hall is no cheaper than that in Guanghui Commercial Bank. No wonder there are disciples coming here to buy spiritual weapons...'

At this time, on the third floor of Guanghui Commercial Bank, several Qingfeng Sect disciples were selecting spiritual weapons, and the new robes were still on their bodies.

 “Let's try another shop.”

Bai Zichen visited the Qingfeng Sect's own shops, the shops of Danxia Gate and Wuxing Gate, and also saw a shop belonging to the Bai family.

Because of the current status of the Qingfeng Sect, it has attracted a large number of sects, merchants, and cultivating families to compete for space in the market and open shops.

 These distinctive shops attracted more monks.

Chasing Qingfengzong has not yet had a flagship product that can achieve what no one has and what we have, and achieve a breakthrough lead in the market.

As for the city, it has developed rapidly through another way.

A large number of monks from outside Montenegro flocked here, which can be seen from the birthplace of the monks who came to register when the mountain gate was opened.

Among the disciples of Qingfeng Sect today, in addition to the disciples from Heishan and Hejian counties, there are also many disciples from other counties in other states.

 As a Yuanying sect, its influence has radiated to the entire Liang Kingdom and even beyond.

 Mainly because there are two legendary ancestors, it is easier to attract the attention of the monks.

In the market, the original stalls and scattered stalls are gone, replaced by carts with various sundries piled on them.

 Some are penniless, while others will be shouted out for hundreds of spiritual stones.

There are often rumors that a certain monk picked out a hidden treasure on a cart based on his vision, and made hundreds of times the profit by changing hands.

900% of the carts are filled with sundries and incomplete products worth only a few spiritual stones. There are still a large number of monks who have dreams of getting rich and believe that they have outstanding eyesight and will be able to pick out the dusty treasures. They are surrounded by people all day long.

Bai Zichen watched with interest as several monks spent hundreds of spirit stones to buy a bunch of incomplete scraps, not to mention that there was no way to recycle them.

Even if someone buys it, it will only cost twenty spiritual stones at most.

 The elixir refining failed, the erysipelas exceeded the standard, and the barrier-breaking elixir was like a piece of coke.

There is only one fragment, which can only emit a little light and strange sound when injected with mana. Other than that, it is a fragment of a spiritual weapon that has no other use.

This is a thin, yellowed book that mysteriously tells you that it was brought from an ancient secret realm, but no one has ever been able to understand the contents.

With his spiritual consciousness, how could the secret movements of these cart pushers be concealed and revealed to the smallest detail.

Every once in a while, these people will secretly stuff an item worth dozens of spiritual stones into the pile of debris for the monks who come to shop to find it.

 Buyers also think that they are unique and have discovered good things among the piles of debris on the hill, so they will brag about their Taobao experience to their relatives and friends.

This will attract their relatives to come over and spend dozens of spiritual stones to buy a bunch of useless and incomplete products.

 “What's the price of this bone?”

Bai Zichen was about to leave when he noticed a dark-skinned young man stuffing a flat bone in front of him and shaking the cart twice to expose a corner of it.

With a sway of his body, the bone fell into his hand. It was very heavy when he lifted it up.

“Senior, if you like it, just take fifty spiritual stones.”

The dark-skinned young man's face turned bitter, and he recognized that the person was a Foundation Establishment monk, and said dryly.

What they most hope is to put it in to pick up the missing items and have them bought by ordinary Qi Refining monks, preferably disciples of the Qingfeng Sect or members of the Immortal Cultivation Family.

 These people have a wide network of friends and are surrounded by relatives of the same family. Only when they go back to show off can they bring in subsequent business.

 Being bought by a foundation-building monk is unlikely to bring any return business.

 “Where did you find this bone?”

Bai Zichen directly threw a middle-grade spirit stone over and turned the bone in his hand. It seemed to be the shoulder bone. The shape looked like it came from some kind of humanoid monster.

"It was handed down from my ancestors and has been left there all this time. This time I emptied my house in order to collect spiritual stones to buy foundation-building spiritual items." The black-skinned young man excitedly held this medium-grade spiritual stone, knowing that He met the senior monk who was generous and spoke truthfully.

“I still have a few good things here. Senior, why don't you take a look at them and see if any of them catch your eye?”

"No."

Bai Zichen glanced at it. The scattered items poured out of the man's storage bag were worth between forty and fifty spiritual stones. There was a palm-sized copper piece that seemed not to be a remnant of a spiritual weapon, but a magic weapon. part.

Even if it is re-refined to recycle the spiritual materials, it will be worth at least three to four hundred spiritual stones. Maybe even the black-skinned young man himself has not seen the mystery.

 But nothing could give him the special feeling brought by this bone. This kind of leakage of hundreds of spiritual stones is not worth the effort of Bai Zhenren.

This person said that the bones came from ancestral heritage, which is basically credible. There is no earthy smell on them that was just dug out of the ground. They had obviously been placed in a normal environment for hundreds of years.

“Your ancestors have always been Montenegro monks?”

“That's not the case. Since my grandfather's generation moved from Yongzhou, many things have been lost along the way...”

The black-skinned young man can be regarded as the representative of the new Black Mountain monks. He was born in Montenegro. When he was young, he was cared for by the elders who built the foundation at home and did not join the Qingfeng Sect.

Later, the elder of Zhuji passed away, and the family fell into decline. Several uncles in the family attacked Zhuji and even exhausted the family wealth.

He is too old, and he does not want to join the Qingfeng Sect and start from the bottom as a Taoist Taoist priest. He just wants to try his best to build the foundation.

At that time, whether you join the Qingfeng Sect or rebuild your family, you will have a choice.

“Gan Congju, why are you still in Fangshi and didn't hear my last warning to you to leave as soon as possible and don't lose the Gan family's face here!”

A young man of about the same age came out of a shop and saw Gan Congju standing in front of the cart. He rushed over and pointed at his nose and scolded him.

Gan Congju was pointed at and scolded, his eyes were lowered and he said nothing.

“Xiao Ganzi is the guide I hired, please don't disturb my trip.”

Bai Zichen folded his shoulder bones and could tell that his face was somewhat similar to Gan Congju's. He knew that it was probably an old story about family feuding, so he didn't want to listen to it anymore.

“I'm sorry to have offended my senior, Jiufu Gan clan's Gan Rixin... This boy's family has a bad family tradition. You should be more vigilant when shopping in the market, and don't be deceived and wrongly charged for spiritual stones.”

The young man surnamed Gan performed the ancient ritual of meeting his seniors before leading his two entourage away.

 “Are you from the same race?”

After visiting several large shops in the city and getting a bone that gave him inexplicable sensations, Bai Zichen lost the motivation to continue wandering around.

 In an ordinary city, if he can encounter a strange object that attracts Master Jiedan, he is already considered to be deeply blessed.

 “In total, Gan Rixin is my cousin of the same generation…”

Gan Congju, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and pursed his lips.

“Senior, there is no need to think that the Gan family is unkind and will not give me a way to survive. It is my family that has stained the reputation of the Jiufu Gan family and caused the suffering themselves.”

When the Qingfeng Sect recruited monks and formed a large army to attack the Ghost Spirit Sect, the Jiu Fu Gan family, as a family of cultivators in the Black Mountains, was certainly among them.

 An old man from the Establishment Clan and twenty Qi Refining Clan members followed the large army to Hejian County.

Gan Congju's father was a monk in the late stage of Qi refining. He became a squad leader on the battlefield, leading a dozen casual cultivators to inspect a mine that had been captured.

 I never thought that there were still two Qi Refining Dzogchen Ghost Spirit Sect monks who had not evacuated under the mine vein.

 Suddenly came out one day, the casual cultivators were caught off guard, and the formation of those who were killed was in chaos.

Gan Congju's father not only failed to organize a team of casual cultivators, but instead was afraid and fled the battlefield directly.

As a result, only three of the twelve casual cultivators survived, and the rest were all killed by two Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators and then fled.

"This incident caused Shangzong to be furious. Jiufu Gan's achievements in conquering Hejian were all wiped out. It also caused the world to look down upon Gan... In order to wash away the shame, the leader of the clan, risking his life, took on several extremely dangerous tasks one after another. In the end, he was killed by the enemy on the way to hunt down a fleeing Ghost Spirit Sect foundation-building monk, and his head was missing."

Gan Congju's voice was calm, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.

"And my father fled back to Montenegro because the Gan family bore most of the punishment for him. He survived after being sentenced to thirty years of hard labor... The clan elder who died in the battle was Grandfather Gan Rixin. It's normal to have resentment towards me.”

"My lineage has been expelled from the Gan family, and I am not qualified to become a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, but I don't accept my fate... I am different from him, and I want to regain the lost glory of this lineage."

Bai Zichen sighed lightly, not expecting that this energetic young man who regarded himself as his idol in life would have such a complicated life experience.

"If you don't want to accept me here, go to Hejian. There are some places there. It doesn't matter your background, but you have to risk your life. A lot of monks die every year."

Bai Zichen threw a medium-grade spiritual stone and left with his sword, not looking at Gan Congju who knelt down behind him and kowtowed repeatedly.

Whether this young man takes the spiritual stone and stays in Montenegro, or follows his advice and rushes to the river to find a chance to change his life, it depends on his choice.

 Giving the spiritual stone is not because the young man regards himself as an idol, but as a reward for coming from such a family and still maintaining a sunny attitude and inspiring fighting spirit.

 (End of this chapter)

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