Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

"The soul bottle is less than four miles away from us. It has clearly entered the range of my spiritual perception. Why can't I sense the existence of that person?" The elder brother said with some confusion.

"I must have practiced some advanced Qi-condensing method just like us." The female cultivator said nonchalantly.

After hearing this, the eldest brother no longer hesitated.

"Do it!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure rushed out and headed towards the direction of the spiritual consciousness mark.

The other two people followed him and rushed out.

When the three people rushed to the location of the soul bottle, they were stunned.

Where was the figure of the monk, there was only a Gu worm, holding a soul bottle in its mouth, swaying forward.

"No, I've been fooled, let's go!"

The eldest brother yelled, urged his movements, and was about to leave.

However, they could not go anywhere.

Out of nowhere, five more Gu worms appeared and surrounded the three of them.

Under the siege of six second-level peak Holy Armor Gu, the three of them were quickly defeated.

When Song Wen arrived, except for the 'eldest brother' who was still breathing, the other two were already dead.

"Don't kill me, I'm from the Xing family."

Seeing Song Wen arriving, the eldest brother shouted hurriedly.

What responded to him was a sharp blade as long as a foot.

After killing the 'eldest brother', Song Wen used the secret technique of the corpse path to seal the souls of the three people in their respective bodies, put away the three corpses, and disappeared into the dense forest.

After running for hundreds of miles, Song Wen began to search for the souls of the three people at the foot of a hidden mountain.

In the memory of 'Big Brother', Song Wen got some useful information.

One.

This 'eldest brother' is not from the Xing family as he said.

To put it nicely, he was worshiped by the Xing family.

To put it harshly, he is a higher-level lackey of the Xing family.

Second.

On the first and fifteenth day of every month, an exchange meeting between foundation-building monks will be held in the ‘Wanbao Pavilion’ in the ghost market.

The monks can exchange what they have and what they need. It can be spiritual herbs and elixirs, or secret techniques, or you can also exchange training experiences and so on.

Third.

The Xing family seems to be preparing for something important recently, and many disciples from other factions have come to Fang Zhucheng.

After Song Wen devoured the essence, blood and souls of the three people, he put their corpses into the storage ring, intending to use them to refine the death puppets.

Immediately, he began to check the storage rings of the three people.

A bunch of poor people!

This is Song Wen's evaluation of the three people.

Song Wen received a total of 50,000 spiritual stones, most of which came from the storage ring of his 'eldest brother'.

There are also a lot of miscellaneous spiritual materials, estimated to be worth twenty to thirty thousand spiritual stones.

In fact, the three of them are not considered poor.

Among the three people, except for the 'eldest brother' who has a position in the Xing family, the other two are casual cultivators.

For most casual cultivators, the spiritual stones they earn in normal times are only enough for daily practice, otherwise they would not take the risk to do calamity cultivation.

Ten days later, Zishi.

This day falls on the first day of the month.

Song Wen came to the black market Wanbao Pavilion.

Wanbao Pavilion is a shop that sells magic weapons and spiritual weapons.

Most of the items sold in this store are from illegitimate sources, so the prices they sell are quite cheap.

"Senior, what do you want to buy?" asked a maid in the late stage of Qi training.

"I have some spiritual objects here that I want to sell, but I wonder if your store will accept them." Song Wendao said.

The maid said, "Of course I have to collect it. I wonder what the senior wants to sell? Can I show it to the junior?"

Song Wen's mind moved, and a mid-grade spiritual weapon, the Flying Sword, appeared in his hand.

The maid just glanced at Feijian and knew that she could not accurately judge the value of Feijian based on her cultivation level during the Qi training period.

She raised her hand and guided him toward the backyard.

"I'm sorry for my short sight and my inability to judge the value of the flying sword. Senior, please come with me and I will take you to see the steward."

Under the leadership of the maid, the two came to a wooden building in the backyard.

The maid asked Song Wen to sit down in the lobby of the wooden building and then went up to the second floor.

After a while, a white-haired old man walked down from the second floor together with the maid.

After the simple greetings, the maid left and the white-haired old man said.

"Guest, could you show me the flying sword?"

Song Wen did not take out the flying sword, but directly stated his true intention.

"I heard that there is an exchange meeting for foundation-building monks in your store. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see it."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly.

"It turns out that fellow Taoist is a drunkard and does not care about drinking. However, everyone who participates in the exchange meeting in our store is a distinguished guest of my Wanbao Pavilion. Our store is supposed to protect the safety of our guests, but not everyone can participate in the exchange meeting."

Song Wen instantly understood what the other party meant and asked.

"How can I become a distinguished guest of Wanbao Pavilion?"

The white-haired old man stretched out his right hand and spread all his fingers.

"The customer only needs to spend 50,000 spirit stones in our store, or the customer sells treasures worth 50,000 spirit stones to our store."

Song Wen raised his eyebrows.

Fifty thousand spiritual stones!

This is not a small amount, and this is only a qualification to participate in the exchange meeting, or the qualification for the foundation-building monk exchange meeting.

If you can't find what you want during the exchange meeting, the 50,000 spirit stones will be wasted.

Song Wen took out the flying sword, a mid-grade spiritual weapon, handed it to the old man and asked.

"How much does your shop pay for this sword?"

The old man held the flying sword, looked at it for a moment, and said.

"Two thousand spirit stones, I wonder if the guest is satisfied."

Song Wen frowned slightly.

The selling price of a mid-grade flying sword is about 10,000 spirit stones, but the purchase price of Wanbao Pavilion is only 20%.

Xu Shi saw that Song Wen was dissatisfied with the price, the white-haired old man said.

"Guest, when I, Wanbao Pavilion, purchase spiritual objects, I never ask about the source of the spiritual objects, and I will never disclose any information about the seller. You will have no worries when you sell the spiritual objects to us."

Song Wen did not answer the old man, but looked thoughtful.

What he had in his hands could be considered stolen goods, that is, the spiritual materials he obtained from the three robbery cultivators, which were worth about two to thirty thousand spiritual stones.

If these spiritual materials are sold to Wanbao Pavilion, they can only be sold for about five thousand spiritual stones.

There is still a big gap between the 50,000 spirit stones.

The other spiritual materials in his hand were all brought from Tianyuan Continent and there was no need to sell them on the black market.

If sold openly to a shop in Fang Zhucheng, the price could at least double.

Song Wen was a little reluctant to sell the spiritual objects brought from Tianyuan Continent to Wanbao Pavilion at low prices, but he wanted to participate in the exchange meeting.

Then the only choice is to spend 50,000 spirit stones in Wanbao Pavilion.

Song Wen frowned and asked, "Aside from the spiritual treasures displayed outside, does your store have other spiritual treasures?"

The white-haired old man said with a smile.

"It turns out that customers don't like the spiritual treasures displayed outside. It's simple. Our Wanbao Pavilion also provides customized services. Customers can make requests or provide spiritual materials, and we will refine the spiritual treasures specifically for them according to their requirements."

"Your store has a refiner!"

Song Wen asked with interest.

"Excuse me, what level is the weapon refiner?"