Cultivation is too difficult, and people will die if they do the tasks.

Chapter 54 Magic Artifact Conference
Ding Qitong shook her head and sighed.

"The materials used to make the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Resurrection Pill are all rare treasures in the world. You can buy them just like spiritual stones."

"But the most precious treasure in the master's sect was bought with spirit stones." Bai Wan'er refused to give up.

"It took thousands of years, and it had to be a coincidence. Now if we want to save the master, we don't have thousands of years to wait, not to mention these materials can't be bought casually with spiritual stones."

"You can't even buy golden hibiscus."

Ding Qitong shook her head: "Of course, why would the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion care about the spirit stone? Xiaoyao Pavilion is the gold cave."

Also, if materials can be bought with spirit stones, Ding Qitong will not take risks.

After all, this is not a commodity society, and having money may not necessarily make you go around.

Seeing Ding Qitong's heavy expression, Bai Wan'er advised: "Senior sister, don't be anxious. Since there is a black golden cicada in Jubaozhai, we can still think of a way. It is better than going to the Red Flame Forest, which is the center of magic cultivation."

Hearing what Bai Wan'er said, Ding Qitong smiled: "Go to Jubaozhai tomorrow. This is an opportunity."

"Senior sister, can you give Wan'er some spiritual stones so that it would be more convenient for Wan'er to buy them herself?"

Bai Wan'er took the opportunity to ask for pocket money.Although you don’t need to eat or drink to practice, and you don’t know how to spend it, if you have money, you will have confidence in your heart.

"Didn't I give each of you a hundred spirit stones when I left the master?"

"Wan'er may have accidentally lost it when she was adventuring in the forest." Bai Wan'er lowered her head and lamented.

Not only did I lose my life, I also lost my money.I inherited nothing.Except for emotional confusion.

Seeing Bai Wan'er's frustrated look, Ding Qitong took out the Qiankun bag and dug it out.

The table suddenly became gleaming with brilliance.All I saw was a pile of stones glowing with a faint yellow light.

"Here are a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones. Wan'er must not lose them again."

Although I don’t know the price index of spiritual stones.But when Ding Qitong took action, it was a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones.It's so generous.

Bai Wan'er hurriedly smiled and nodded, took out the Qiankun bag and put everything in it.

Ding Qitong looked at it and asked in surprise: "Why is Wan'er's Qiankun bag different from the previous one?"

Seeing Ding Qitong's probing eyes, Bai Wan'er was shocked and explained with a smile: "The previous Qiankun bag was probably lost in the forest, and I got another one."

"What about the protective magic weapon that the master in the Qiankun Bag gave you?"

"It's lost too."

Bai Wan'er's head dropped to the ground, and she even lost what the master gave her.This is disrespectful to the disciples.

"Fortunately, Wan'er came back safely. This is the most important thing."

Ding Qitong patted Bai Wan'er on the shoulder.

"Senior sister..." Bai Wan'er felt warm in her heart.

Ding Qitong did not ask about the specific origin of the Qiankun Bag.The main theme is unlimited trust.

Everyone meditated and practiced, and they were speechless all night.

Early on the next morning, Ding Qitong took Bai Wan'er and the Zhuang sisters to Jubaozhai.

Along the way, Bai Wan'er saw many practitioners heading east of the city.The strange thing is that there are many ordinary people walking that way.

Could it be that Jubaozhai is still doing business for mortals?

Arriving at the east end of the city and looking at the majestic buildings in front of her, Bai Wan'er admitted that knowledge constrained her imagination.

When I heard the words "Jubaozhai", I thought it was a shop.At most it's a big store.

I really didn’t expect that the building in front of me was three stories high, with three entrances and three exits, and four or five stores stretching on both sides.

This is a huge manor castle.

As soon as the group of people entered this street, someone was guarding the street entrance, and some ordinary people were blocked from the street.Outside the manor, there were two rows of servants in strong black suits guarding the place.

Some wealthy and well-dressed people were also stopped.Only practitioners can have unimpeded access.

Naturally, no one stopped Ding Qitong and his party.I also gained a lot of repeat visits along the way.

Entering the Jubaozhai, it was orderly and orderly. Although there were many people, there was no noise at all.

The practitioners, either alone or in twos and threes, gathered in a large open space.

There are stalls set up around the open space, and the stall owners are practitioners or shopkeepers wearing Jubaozhai uniforms.

Some stalls are empty.

Some practitioners entered the stall and put things on the table.

People in uniforms came over immediately. There was a word "treasure" on the back of the uniforms.The practitioner gave the uniformed man a spiritual stone, and the uniformed man bowed and left.

Bai Wan'er understood that this was to pay the stall fee. It seemed that this was a flea market.

In the flea market of practitioners, there is no noise, no shouting, no bargaining, only low voices of inquiries.

Customers browse as they please, while store owners sit quietly.When someone comes to the door, I only have to say a few words.

As expected, he is a cultivator and has no trace of human smoke and fire at all.

Bai Wan'er's high enthusiasm for shopping was completely washed away by the indifference in front of her.Follow Ding Qitong and look at the goods at the stall.

Bai Wan'er pretended to be a cultivator of immortality, but she really had no reputation.

I didn’t recognize most of the items on the stalls.Some of them didn't even have anything, just the stall owner sitting with a piece of paper on the table.

Bai Wan'er poked her head curiously and saw that the paper looked like a ghost drawing a talisman. She thought it must be a talisman.

At this moment, Bai Wan'er was really grateful to Yuwen Zelin for his one-finger Zen, which allowed her to recognize some items.

Thanks to the experience in the secret realm, the mental techniques and techniques that emerged under Fu Meng's guidance, and the various knowledge it imparted.Otherwise, you will be blind.

Bai Wan'er looked at the Zhuang sisters who were happily shopping next to her, and then at Ding Qitong who had a leisurely look on her face. She suppressed her curiosity and followed silently.

I didn't dare to ask any more questions. After all, I had already done too many things in front of Ding Qitong.

After wandering for a long time, Ding Qitong stopped at a place where the stall owner was the shopkeeper of Jubaozhai.

These people are much more enthusiastic than the practitioners.When a customer comes to the door, at least stand up and give him a smile, but he will never open his mouth to sell products.

Practitioners all have ideas, but they cannot be impressed by a few words.

Ding Qitong picked up a jade flute, gently stroked each mouthpiece with her jade fingers, waved it to her ear, closed her eyes and listened carefully.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the label on the desk.With a wave of his hand, he put down fifty middle-grade spiritual stones and put the jade flute into his bag.

Ding Qitong didn't ask a word from beginning to end, and the shopkeeper didn't say a word either. He just bowed and sent the group away.

Don’t you even need to try out the sound when buying an instrument?
Bai Wan'er looked at Ding Qitong in surprise, but she didn't react at all.The Zhuang sisters didn't care either.

Bai Wan'er couldn't help complaining that buying things for cultivators was really beyond the mentality of mortals like herself.

The scene was so boring.

Bai Wan'er thought of the people she met on the road just now.He couldn't help but curiously asked in a low voice: "Sister, why did those people go this way just now? It is obviously a market for practitioners. They can't get in."

"These people are not here to buy, but to sell. The people will pick up some rare things and sell them in the alleys outside Jubaozhai Street. These things are not gold and silver, and they are useless to mortals. , I hope practitioners can use it. In exchange for some low-grade spiritual stones or elixirs, you can exchange them for money and medical treatment. Some wealthy people also take the opportunity to buy some novel things."

It turns out that this is the connection between mortals and practitioners, which enables financial interoperability.

Not bad, maybe you can go shopping for the things there.

Bai Wan'er couldn't help but feel happy when she thought of this.

(End of this chapter)