While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Chapter 5, Yes, the leak was successfully picked up

"You, how do you know I have the Blood Soul Grass?!"

As soon as Song Zhi said those words, the handsome young man who was still blushing at her handsome face was immediately shocked and asked in disbelief.

He retracted his fingers, and the purple grass placed on the coarse cloth immediately disappeared.

Apparently he took it back in a hurry.

Song Zhi's long eyebrows raised slightly, and his slender body slowly stood up. The pressure belonging to the second level of foundation building immediately poured out, pinning the young stall owner who only had Qi refining skills to the spot.

"You don't care how I know it, just tell me whether this business can be done or not."

"A Purple Dragon Grass, a Blood Soul Grass, exchange them for a ninth-grade Pure Heart Pill. Boy, let me tell you, you will make a huge profit!"

"Sister, I can't bear to see your mother lose the elixir and be tortured to death by the demon, so I'm willing to let you take advantage."

"Don't be ignorant!"

*
  Song Zhi only remembered that in his previous life, Su Zhi took the treasure-hunting mouse to the market in Huangji Town. He picked up the Thousand-Year Blood Soul Grass and handed it over to his master to be recorded as having a great merit.

That blood soul grass was finally cultivated into the Danfeng Dan by True Monarch Bai Qian of Danfeng, and helped He Jingzhang, the Supreme Elder of the Hanyuan Sect, to successfully penetrate the barrier, and finally advanced to the Mahayana, achieving enlightenment and ascension.

As for how Su Zhi obtained the Blood Soul Grass, Song Zhi didn't know.

After all, at that time, she went to the Demon Abyss to collect medicine for Su Zhi, and was injured to the core by the Demon Evil. She was lying in the cave recuperating from her injuries.

Stealing the Blood Soul Grass = Stealing the Powan Pill = Ruining He Jingzhang’s opportunity for ascension = avenging the blood revenge of being used as a furnace by He Jingzhang in his previous life!
  Very good, logically correct, perfectly closed loop.

The grudges and hatreds of the previous life flashed by, but Song Zhi didn't show any of them on his face.

She stared at the young monk with burning eyes, looking like she was determined to win.

*
  He saw the strength of the foundation-building female cultivator.

Zhao Muyang, an alchemist who set up a stall to sell goods on his first trip to a distant place in an attempt to earn the first pot of gold on his journey to immortality, frowned slightly and showed a resigned smile on his face.

"Fairy, is your Qingxin Pill really a ninth-grade pill?"

"If it is true, I am willing to offer the Blood Soul Grass and Purple Dragon Grass with both hands."

It should be noted that in the world of cultivation, the quality of elixirs is divided into nine and three grades.

Among them, the first, second and third grades are low-grade elixirs, generally used as rewards for mortals without spiritual roots, and are the first choice for poor low-level monks.

Levels 4, 5 and 6 are middle-grade, and are the common choice for ordinary monks in the world of cultivation.

Levels 7, 8, and 9 are top-level existences that require millions of mid- to high-grade spiritual stones to buy one.

Zhao Muyang couldn't believe that he could meet a monk with the ninth-grade Pure Heart Pill in the simple market of Dongzhou.

However, the female cultivator in front of her was wearing the clothes of a direct disciple of the Han Yuan Sect, so she must have come from one of the main peaks of the Han Yuan Sect.

The peak masters of the main peaks of Hanyuan Sect are all the best in this world, and are known as the beings who have the best chance of impacting the transformation of gods and advancing to the Mahayana.

Their direct disciples are naturally spoiled and favored, and they are as popular as they want.

A ninth-grade elixir is unusual outside, but it is common in Hanyuan Sect.

After all, Zhenjun Bai Jian, one of the only ninth-grade alchemists in the world of cultivation, is the Danfeng Peak Master of Hanyuan Sect.

*
  Zhao Muyang, who thought he had figured out the joints, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and his expression became calmer.

He lowered his voice and asked Song Zhi to inspect the goods.

This is the default rule when trading.

Song Zhi did not refuse, she nodded obediently and put her hand into the young monk's wide sleeves.

The two people's fingertips touched each other, and in tacit understanding, they used their consciousness to carefully observe each other's goods, and finally retracted their fingers in unison.    …

"It's very good, I like it very much."

"Boy, I advise you to close the stall and leave quickly. This Qingxin Pill is not something a Qi Refining monk like you can keep."

After successfully handing over the goods, Song Zhi gave a kind word of advice to the young stall owner when he removed the isolation formation.

Her voice was obviously very soft, but the monks chatting and looking at the goods around her were strangely silent for a moment.

The next moment, the greedy and vicious eyes were firmly locked on Zhao Muyang like maggots attached to the bones.

Qingxiu Danxiu, who was delighted to receive the ninth-grade Qingxin Pill and successfully sold the stolen goods:...

Poor, weak, and helpless!
  This beautiful female cultivator, she, she probably didn't mean to say it to hurt him, right?
  *
  Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the embarrassed figure of a certain young man who was closing up his stall and running away. Song Zhi withdrew his gaze with a calm expression and headed towards the next target.

She didn't mean to harm him, she just got an advantage and was grateful to give him a piece of advice.

For a top-level elixir such as the Jiupin Qingxin Dan, a monk with a higher level of cultivation can accurately determine the location of the elixir by smelling just a little bit.

If the young monk in the Qi refining stage doesn't run fast enough, he will lose his life and health.

The fragment of the fairy weapon that Song Zhi was looking for was placed on a piece of smooth animal skin by its owner.

Around the fragments, there are many fragments of similar colors and styles placed.

Song Zhi scanned it carefully and found that among the fragments, only the fragment of the fairy artifact emitting colorful fluorescence was judged to be of high value.

Although these pieces or colors are dark, they convey a connotation of low-key luxury.

Or it emits a gleaming luster, showing its uniqueness openly.

But in the eyes of the scanner, these fragments are just ordinary fragments covered with filters and have no value at all.

"Fairy, would you like to spend ten spiritual stones and bet on a piece of gravel? Maybe you will bet on a real remnant stone of the ladder to heaven~"

"These gravels were picked up by the little old man from Duantian Mountain."

"Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, the road to heaven encountered an unknown cause and suddenly broke and collapsed. The broken debris scattered and fell around. Some great experts said that the real gravel of the ladder to heaven contains infinite mysteries leading to the upper world! "

As soon as Song Zhi arrived and stood in front of the stall with the fragments of the immortal artifact, the old monk on the fifth floor of the foundation began to sell it hard with a smile.

Song Zhi reached out and looked at the gravel fragments on the animal skin, with a look of disbelief on her face. In fact, she had accurately picked out the fragments of the fairy weapon.

"Senior, I have chosen. Take a look. There are fifty low-grade spiritual stones in total, right?"

Song Zhi pretended to be a young monk who was just starting out, with the words "innocent and easy to deceive" written on his face.

She carefully chose and chose again, and finally, holding a few pieces of shiny gravel, she approached the stall owner and took the initiative to pay.

【drop! Important props found, host be sure to get them! 】

Just when Song Zhi was taking out the spirit stones to pay, the 2.0 system suddenly issued a rather serious tone in his mind.

Song Zhi froze, followed the system's instructions, and locked his eyes on the black stone used by the stall owner to cushion the chair.

[One of the fragments of the Sky-Swallowing Pot has been identified. The danger level is 5 stars, and the evil index is 7. The fragment contains the spirit body of the weapon. Non-original owners of the Heaven-Swallowing Pot cannot trigger the opening of the ban. Forcibly refining it will risk being taken away by the soul body of the weapon. You can Contained and purified by the system. 】

When Song Zhi's eyes fell on the black stone, the scanner automatically scanned it and presented the result.

Swallowing the sky pot?
  The soul body?

Danger, evil, containment and purification?
  The system determined that it was talking about this small broken stone that was so miserable that it was used as a cushion for the legs of a chair?

(End of this chapter)