After the ascent failed

Chapter 105

On the second day, when Ye Chunyang woke up, the sisters from the Yan family were no longer in the inn, as if they had been gone for a long time.

Ye Chunyang didn't care about this, and left alone with Xiaobao.

However, just as he walked out of the inn, within the range of his spiritual perception, there was the aura of monks, and there were at least hundreds of them.

Although Liangzhou City is said to be a mixed city of mortals and immortal cultivators, it is a bit abnormal to gather so many monks all at once.

"These auras seem to be from the Qi Refining Period and the Dao Foundation Stage, but they actually gather in the same direction. It seems to be the underground market that the sisters of the Yan family mentioned yesterday."

Ye Chunyang remembered what the sisters of the Yan family had mentioned, and quickly understood.

Muttering to himself, he immediately walked away with his hands behind his back.

Most of the low-level treasures that appear in such small underground transactions are not attractive to him, so he might as well go to other places to find out if there are any higher-level treasures.

"what?"

After only three steps forward, suddenly a wave of spiritual consciousness came from the place where the monks gathered, and they kept wandering around it, as if searching for something.

"This spiritual consciousness has actually condensed into divine thoughts. Could it be that there are soul cultivators among those monks?"

Ye Chunyang's expression froze.

This spiritual thought came from the group of monks he detected just now. Due to the hasty sweep, Ye Chunyang did not deliberately cover up the power of his spiritual thought, and some people with keen perception would also notice it.

But ordinary low-level monks found that his divine sense was strong, and immediately shrank and trembled. How could they dare to actively respond to find out his details?
"interesting."

Ye Chunyang sneered, stopped leaving, and walked towards the place where the monks gathered.

Regardless of their appearance, manners, or clothing, he and his avatar looked very ordinary, walking on the street like a mortal.

And with his state of ascension monk in the stage of becoming a god, both his soul and spiritual power have returned to nature, between reality and illusion, walking on the street is like a mortal, even if the divine sense that probes him is searching for nothing. After that, he quickly retreated back.

The other party also seemed to be very low-key, and after retracting, there was no trace of it, making it unnoticeable.

In just half a cup of tea, Ye Chunyang arrived at the place where monks gathered.

It is an ancient building, only two stories high, and there are monks coming and going in and out of a quaint gate in the middle, but each of them is filled with various halos, covering their appearance and figure.

"The sisters of the Yan family didn't tell lies. Those who came to the underground meeting all used magic to hide their identities."

With a wave of Ye Chunyang's sleeve robe, the main body and clone immediately shrouded in a layer of gray light, and then walked towards the ancient building.

On the first floor of the ancient building, there are Qi Refining Stages, while Daoist monks are on the second floor.

Although all the people present covered themselves with spells, they were just decorations in front of Ye Chunyang, the great cultivator who transformed himself into gods. With a little spiritual awareness, everyone's conversations, appearances, cultivation bases and other information were clear to their chests.

In the crowd, he suddenly found the sisters of the Yan family, who were negotiating with a woman of a similar realm.

Ye Chunyang and Xiaobao walked calmly in the arena, scanned casually, and found that there was nothing fancy about the items traded between the monks.

Just as he was about to go up to the second floor, a noise from the crowd caught his attention.

"Fellow Taoist, this is just an ordinary piece of water-dispelling spirit jade, but you want a hundred thousand spirit stones to open your mouth. Isn't your appetite too big?"

"It is indeed an ordinary water-dispelling spirit jade, but I just want one hundred thousand spirit stones, whether you like it or not."

"..."

Two monks were arguing with each other, one covered his whole body with a layer of white spiritual mist, and the other covered his body with blue light.

In front of the cultivator of the white spirit mist were several magical instruments with fluctuating spiritual energy, and the cultivator with the blue light cover was pointing at one of the cyan jade pendants with dissatisfaction.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones is too expensive. If your excellency is willing to give in, eighty thousand spirit stones can be reluctantly accepted."

The figure in the blue light mask seemed to be quite interested in the cyan jade pendant, and was silent for a while before continuing to speak.

"No, [-] is [-], and I won't sell any less." The cultivator of the white spirit mist shook his head, his attitude was very firm.

The figure in the blue light mask immediately sat up, and finally let out a cold snort, and waved away.

At this moment, a person walked by and also looked in front of the booth of the White Mist cultivator.

"Why, this fellow Taoist also wants this water-dispelling spirit jade?" Cultivator Baiwu looked up at the person, stretched out his hand and said forcefully: "Bring one hundred thousand spirit stones, and the deal will be made immediately."

The coming monk did not use spells to cover up his figure, but only wore a mask made of ice jade. He did not speak when asked by the monk Baiwu, but looked past the water-dispelling spirit jade and pointed to the side: " I want it."

Cultivator Baiwu was stunned for a moment, then looked down, but was puzzled.

The palm-sized piece of copper that the other party pointed to had no aura. It was picked up by monk Baiwu from a certain mountain. Someone has taken a fancy to it.

Cultivator Baiwu was overjoyed, it was rare to have a fat sheep delivered to his door, so there was no reason not to slaughter it.

"It turns out that fellow Taoist is looking at this thing, but it has a good eye. This is my treasure at the bottom of the box, 30 spirit stones!"

Cultivator White Mist raised his head and said proudly.

"can."

Unexpectedly, the ice-faced figure agreed without hesitation, throwing a cosmos bag at the white fog cultivator.

Cultivator White Mist was stunned.

It's just a scrap product, this person actually bought it for 30 spirit stones?

Is he stupid or is he stupid?

Cultivator Baiwu weighed the Qiankun bag full of spirit stones, and suddenly threw it back to the figure on the ice surface: "Sorry, I have changed my mind, this piece of copper is not for sale."

As he spoke, he put away the copper sheet and ignored the figure on the ice.

A piece of scrap copper can be bought at a high price of 30 spirit stones, and even a fool can see that something is wrong.

Either this man is really an idiot, or the copper plate has other secrets, but he just didn't discover it.

Cultivator White Mist decided to go back and study it again, maybe it is really a good treasure.

But just as the words were out of his mouth, Brother White Mist was startled. Just as he repented, he immediately took out the copper piece on his own initiative.

This time, he actually respectfully handed the object to the ice-faced man, and after the ice-faced man seemed to sneer, he didn't give the spirit stone and left with the copper piece.

The people around are all very surprised.

The white mist monk's big mouth before the lion was too eye-catching, and he regretted it face to face, but now he obediently handed over the copper piece to the ice-faced man, the change is too fast.

However, everyone didn't pay much attention to it. They only took a look at this white mist cultivator, and then went their separate ways.

It's just that after the ice-faced man left, Friar White Mist was surprisingly no longer as active as before, sitting there steadfastly, motionless.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Ye Chunyang raised his mouth slightly.

The people present were just low-level monks in the Qi refining period, and they couldn't see what happened to this white mist monk, but he clearly saw that the ice-faced man cast a soul spell on him just now.

"Sure enough, there are soul cultivators here, and this matter is getting more and more interesting."

Ye Chunyang touched his chin.

This is the second cultivator he has met who can use soul art after the Master Tongtian.

Master Tongtian is just a book of soul skills obtained by chance. He can barely gather his spiritual thoughts, control objects from space, and exert divine pressure. He has not even stepped into the threshold of soul cultivation.

With such a half-bucket of water cultivation base, it is impossible to kill a chicken.

But the ice-faced man is really using his soul power to attack the white mist cultivator, invisible and shadowless, directly obliterating the opponent's soul and controlling his mind.

Cultivator White Mist fell under his soul spell, so he will not die immediately, but he will be dead soon after stepping out of this ancient building.

From this point of view, this ice-faced man was the soul cultivator who had just detected his whereabouts.

The other party should have found out that his spiritual sense was stronger than that of ordinary monks when he accidentally checked the situation in the city, so he turned around and tracked him down.

Ye Chunyang has always wanted to know more about soul cultivation, but after many investigations, there is no soul cultivation in the Immortal Realm of Yinyue Kingdom, or there are no clues about soul cultivation on the surface.

After a moment of silence, he stepped out of the ancient building.

However, when he returned to the street and re-activated his spiritual sense detection, the ice-faced man seemed to disappear out of thin air, with no trace left at all.

"This person's soul power is at most in the soul-shaping stage, and his spiritual power is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He can escape my divine sense search, which is quite a trick."

Ye Chunyang frowned, but quickly let go, and then returned to the inn.

Since the ice-faced man appeared here, he must still be in Liangzhou City.

Back at the inn, there was a middle-aged monk and an old man waiting inside. That middle-aged monk was Zhao Wangui.

"Master Ye, you are finally back. The junior and others have been waiting here for a long time."

Seeing Ye Chunyang, Zhao Wangui immediately greeted him respectfully.

The Great Elder next to him also stood up solemnly and bowed to greet him.

"It turned out to be Elder Zhao, why are you looking for me?"

Ye Chunyang sat down without looking at the two of them.

Seeing this, Zhao Wangui poured tea for him with a smile all over his face, and introduced him: "Today, this junior is here to introduce someone to Master. This is the elder of my Zhao family, Zhao Fei."

The Great Elder immediately stepped forward and bowed: "Junior see Master Ye."

Ye Chunyang didn't respond, and nodded slightly after drinking a cup of tea leisurely.

The Great Elder's expression changed slightly. On Ye Chunyang, he didn't feel the arrogance of a superior, nor did he have any domineering that a strong person should have. What he had was just a faint dust.

The Great Elder has experienced people, and he can see at a glance that this kind of temperament can only be possessed by a big man who has really reached the peak, and his awe of Ye Chunyang has increased by a few points.

"The two of us took the liberty to bother you, and I hope that the master will forgive us, but we really have something to ask each other this time, so I implore the master to help."

The elder gave a deep salute.

He couldn't see the details of Ye Chunyang's cultivation base, but he didn't dare to show any disrespect when he heard about the state of soul cultivation in the stage of the other party's out-of-body period.

(End of this chapter)