Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 28 Gambling on treasures! Top-grade magical instruments

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There is no doubt that this is another work of Chen Xuanmo.

He had already calculated it silently. In the ancestral hall, he absorbed a total of seventy-eight strands of purple air.

According to the calculation that each time a purple mark is added, ten strands of purple energy are consumed. This is now the fourth purple mark added to the great-grandson Jingyun, and a total of forty strands of purple energy have been consumed.

At the same time, Chen Xuanmo also discovered that every day he existed in the heroic spirit state, he would have to consume an extra trace of purple energy.

It is now the fifth day, and a total of five strands of purple energy have been consumed in this regard.

A total of forty-five strands of purple energy were consumed.

Now, there are still thirty-three strands of purple energy left in Chen Xuanmo's hand. Even if he does not consume any subsequent strands of purple energy, he can only survive in the state of a heroic spirit for thirty-three days.

Chen Xuanmo didn’t know whether he would be able to harvest purple energy in the future. Even if he did, he would probably have to wait until the next time he offered sacrifices to his ancestors in the ancestral hall.

Chen Xuanmo didn't want to think too much about the unknown subsequent situations. He was also unwilling to use the purple energy on other descendants. He just wanted to accompany his great-grandson to win the two competitions and protect the Chen family's interests in the market.

Only in this way can the effect of purple energy be brought to its extreme.

Afterwards, under the protection of Chen Xuanmo's heroic spirit.

Chen Jingyun and Su Yuanbai left the Treasure Pavilion and went straight to the East Market.

As the market was about to start, the East Market was much busier than usual. Although it was not as prosperous as the various regular shops on West Street, it was still quite popular. Many independent cultivators, family members, and even children from small sects who came from far away showed up at the market.

"Those stalls are normal small stalls set up by low-level monks. There are no good things there, so it's almost impossible to find bargains." Su Yuanbai introduced them to him like an elder taking his child shopping. "Those stalls in the corners that don't seem to have many people passing by are the gambling stalls."

"However, 90% of the items in those gambling treasure stalls are worthless or fake. Don't make rash decisions. Listen to me in everything. I am an expert in treasure appraisal. Maybe I will be lucky enough to find a suitable mid-grade magic weapon for you."

Chen Jingyun listened patiently and humbly, nodded from time to time, occasionally asked a few questions, looking humble and eager to learn.

He seemed to have good luck these days, but he also understood that luck was like the tide. Just as there were good times, there would naturally be bad times.

Knowledge and ability are the foundation of Chen Jingyun's livelihood.

The more Su Yuanbai looked at Chen Jingyun, the more satisfied he felt. He felt deeply that Jingyun was not only handsome, had a good temper, good luck, but was also smart and studious. Why wasn't he his grandson?
Therefore, Su Yuanbai deliberately slowed down his pace. Every time he visited a stall, he would explain some common sense and knowledge to him in detail and patiently answer every question he asked.

In this way, a full half hour passed.

Chen Jingyun noticed that a stall at the corner was a little deserted.

The stall owner looked to be about 40 or 50 years old, with a fat figure and a silly look on his face. He stood behind the stall stupidly, not even knowing how to shout out a few words to attract customers. One look at him made people feel sympathetic.

Chen Jingyun was about to go over to see what was being sold at his stall when Su Yuanbai suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said with a low laugh, "Jingyun boy, you're just saying you don't have enough social experience, right?"

"What Senior Su means is..." Chen Jingyun was a little confused.

"I'll teach you a lesson. Don't be fooled by the simple-looking stall owner. He is a well-known ruthless person in the gambling world. He is known as 'Sai Du Jiu'." Su Yuanbai sneered, "Other gambling stalls have at most nine fake and one real. The goods in this Sai Du Jiu gambling stall are at least ninety-nine percent problematic."

Chen Jingyun was suddenly shocked: "Why aren't liars like this kicked out of the market?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat stall owner "Sai Du Jiu" looked over, his squinting eyes full of kindness and smile: "Sir, don't listen to the old man's slanderous words. If I did business like he said, how could I still be alive today?"

Chen Jingyun's heart trembled slightly.

When he was talking to Su Yuanbai just now, although he did not use the sound transmission technique, he deliberately lowered his voice. The stall owner heard it clearly. He was probably very skilled, at least far superior to Chen Jingyun. Su Yuanbai simply opened up and said, "That's right. The reason why the various markets still tolerate the entry of Saidujiu is that, firstly, he sells things cheaply at his gambling stall, and there are always people who want to get a bargain. Secondly, he can indeed get some good goods. There will be at least one disguised medium-grade magic weapon in the stall. It depends on people's eyesight and luck to see if they can win the bet."

"Many monks with a strong gambling habit really like to chase after his stall to gamble. It's a pity that few people can take advantage of it, and many have lost their fortunes."

Sai Dujiu laughed and said, "I didn't expect that I'm quite famous now. Since you know me, you should know that there must be good stuff in my gambling stall. Why don't you try your luck?"

"Haha, I don't want my spirit stones to go to waste." Su Yuanbai seemed to be very afraid of Sai Dujiu, and snorted coldly, "Jingyun boy, we don't want to play in this gambling stall, let's go."

After saying that, he took Chen Jingyun away.

"Master, please stay!"

Sai Dujiu called out with a smile, and when Chen Jingyun paused and turned back, he said calmly: "I see that the gentleman's temperament is as gentle as jade, but there is also a hint of an indomitable and sharp aura of gold. I guess he has practiced some superior five-element gold technique."

Chen Jingyun couldn't help but look sideways. This Saidujiu was indeed a mobile gambling business, his vision was really vicious.

Sai Dujiu smiled and solemnly took out a palm-sized sword from a box deep in the stall. The sword radiated a bright pure golden light, so bright that people could hardly open their eyes.

As soon as the sword came out, Sai Dujiu's fat expression suddenly became extremely pious: "This sword is called [Golden Light], and it is made of the refined gold used to forge spiritual tools. In terms of grade alone, it has reached the level of a top-grade magic tool."

Top-grade magical weapon!

Even though Chen Jingyun was born into a family of immortal cultivators, he had never seen a top-grade magical weapon.

This item is not only rare, but also extremely expensive. Its price is almost the same as that of ordinary spiritual tools used by cultivators in the foundation-building stage.

I heard that only the heirs of families with Jindan-stage ancestors, or the direct disciples of sect leaders, could be equipped with luxurious, top-grade magical instruments.

"I think this sword is destined for you, so I will sell it to you for two hundred spirit stones." Sai Dujiu said solemnly.

Two hundred spirit stones? To buy a top-grade magic weapon?
Chen Jingyun not only did not think it was cheap, but his vigilance increased: "For a top-grade magic weapon with such a high price, could it be that this [Golden Light] has defects?"

"Alas~~" Sai Dujiu sighed helplessly, "I'll tell you the truth, there's nothing wrong with the material of this sword, but it seems that there's something wrong with the person who refined it. The grade is indeed top-grade, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy to use. Its overall practicality is equivalent to that of a mid-grade magic weapon."

"If this sword had not been in my hands for too long, I would not be willing to give it to you at this price."

Is this Sai Dujiu so straightforward, and he points out the flaws so clearly! ?

Chen Jingyun was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think secretly.

If the material is that of a top-grade magical weapon, but it only has the performance of a mid-grade magical weapon, two hundred spirit stones is a bit too expensive.

But it is not unacceptable for urgent use now, and it seems that I can still bargain. If I can get the price down to one hundred and sixty, even one hundred and seventy, I will not lose anything.

Of course, the prerequisite is to ask Senior Su to identify it and make sure there is no problem.

After all, Sai Dujiu probably couldn't have expected that the appraisal master Su Yuanbai would be by his side.

Just as Chen Jingyun was about to speak.

A cheerful and pleasant female voice suddenly sounded: "Master Jingyun, wait a minute, don't be fooled by him."

Chen Jingyun looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zheng Lingyun, who had just parted not long ago, standing not far away, reminding him with a serious expression.

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(End of this chapter)