Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

The core inner city of Wushuang City Shelter.

Zhang Xuan paid 2 spirit stones before entering.

He asked along the way and came to the largest spirit material purchasing store in Shuangcheng Shelter - Moyuan.

There was a long queue in front of Moyuan.

A thin and refined old man of foundation building sat on a recliner, identifying the various spirit materials sold here.

"Incomplete middle-grade magic weapon, 30 spirit stones." The old man of foundation building lazily quoted a price.

"Old senior Hei, please add a little more." The cultivator holding the incomplete broad knife in his hand said half-pleadingly.

"You can sell it if you want, if you don't want to sell it, take it away." The old man of foundation building took a sip of tea and said.

"Sell, sell..."

A cultivator of Moyuan Qi Refining next to him took out 30 spirit stones and took away the incomplete broad knife.

"Old senior Hei, I have a set of yellow-level lower-grade exercises here..." The next cultivator in line walked up and said.

"Get out!" The old man of foundation building lay on the chair without even opening his eyes.

"Old Senior Hei..." The cultivator was about to say something when he was dragged away by several Qi-refining cultivators from the Demon Garden.

"Do you think that the Demon Garden is a junk collector? Bring everything here." The old foundation-building cultivator muttered.

The cultivators in line behind him took turns to ask the old foundation-building cultivator to identify the things they wanted to sell.

Basically, there were no items worth more than a hundred spirit stones.

"What junk are you selling today..." the old foundation-building cultivator complained.

Now the entire Twin Cities Shelter can receive fewer and fewer good things.

Today is destined to be another day when no good things can be received. The old foundation-building cultivator felt very bored.

Finally, it was Zhang Xuan's turn.

"Oh, you are still a poor foundation-building person. What do you want to sell?" The old foundation-building cultivator glanced at Zhang Xuan and asked.

"I want to buy something." Zhang Xuan said.

"Hehe... Do you know that the things in my Demon Garden are very expensive?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a little expensive, as long as I have what I want."

"What a big tone, tell me what you want to buy?"

"Mid-grade spiritual weapon weapon pattern map."

"Get lost--" the foundation-building old man said directly.

"Why?" Zhang Xuan asked.

"That thing can't be bought with spiritual stones, don't make trouble here." The foundation-building old man said impatiently.

"Then what can I exchange for it, do you have what I want here?"

"You can't afford anything."

"As long as you say it, I can take it out."

"Hehe, I want a golden elixir, do you have it?"

"Yes..."

Zhang Xuan directly took out a bottle of Qi-recovering golden elixir.

The foundation-building old man lying on the recliner twitched his nose and suddenly stood up.

"You...what is in your hand?" The foundation-building old man looked at Zhang Xuan with an unbelievable look.

"Restoring Golden Pill."

"How is it possible? How could you have a Restoring Golden Pill in your hand? You... you look unfamiliar. Who are you?" Only then did the old foundation-building cultivator take a serious look at the cultivator in front of him.

"This is indeed a Restoring Golden Pill. If you don't know the value of it, you can ask someone else to take a look."

"Bah! I don't know the value of it? No matter how precious it is, I can recognize it with my eyes. Who are you? Where did you get the Restoring Golden Pill?"

"I am indeed not a cultivator from the Wushuang City Shelter. I was teleported here from another shelter."

At this time, the old foundation-building cultivator finally understood.

In the past, there were cultivators teleported from other shelters in the Wushuang City Shelter.

However, the cultivators there were also very poor and wanted to ask for help from the Wushuang City Shelter.

And the cultivator from the shelter in front of him, who came from the foreign land, actually took out the Golden Pill at once.

"Are you a cultivator from Danguang City?"

The cultivator who can take out a whole bottle of Golden Pill at once is most likely from Danguang City.

Even in the Demon Sect, there are no more than 3 cultivators who can refine golden elixirs.

And the golden elixirs refined by these golden elixir alchemists are directly supplied to the core disciples of the Demon Sect, and they live in the Demon City, so it is impossible for them to be in the sealed area.

"No."

"Then where did you get these golden elixirs?"

"Just tell me if there is a middle-grade spiritual weapon pattern map."

"If there is a middle-grade spiritual weapon pattern map, I don't have it here..."

"That's a waste of my time."

Zhang Xuan put away the Qi-recovering golden elixir and turned to leave.

The old man who built the foundation hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute, although I don't have the middle-grade spiritual weapon pattern map, I know someone has it."

"Who?"

"Blood Sea Ancestor."

"The only golden elixir in Wushuang City?"

"That's right."

"Where is Xuehai Ancestor?"

"Blood Sea Ancestor is not someone you can meet just by saying so."

"As long as you help me introduce him, this bottle of Qi-recovering golden elixir will belong to you."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Okay, I'll take you to see Blood Sea Ancestor."

The old man who built the foundation didn't care about the monks in line, and directly closed the Demon Garden and took Zhang Xuanyuan away.

At this time, these monks also exploded.

Everyone knew that there was a foundation-building monk who was teleported from other shelters, and he actually had a golden elixir on him.

In the Wushuang City shelter, even ordinary first-level elixirs are scarce, not to mention golden elixirs.

Some monks were extremely envious.

Some monks showed greedy looks, thinking about how to keep this foundation-building monk.

After all, killing people and stealing treasures in the Wushuang City Shelter is not uncommon.

However, this foreign foundation-building cultivator was taken by Hei Lao to see the Blood Sea Ancestor.

With Hei Lao around, it would be difficult for other cultivators to take action.

"Fellow Taoist, haven't you ever thought about killing people and seizing treasures?" Zhang Xuan, who was flying with a sword, asked.

"I thought about it, but I won't do it."

"Why?"

"There are two reasons. First, I can't beat you. Not only me, but I am afraid that the only one who can keep you in the entire Wushuang City is the Blood Sea Ancestor; second, I am a businessman, and my emphasis is on making money through harmony. Since you can come up with a The bottle of Qi-Returning Golden Elixir is given away casually. The shelter behind you must have rich heritage. We can come and go frequently in the future, and I can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal. "

"Fellow Taoist is really smart."

"Hehe... My name is Hei Mian. Everyone calls me Hei Lao. Do you know the taboo of my friends?"

"Learn from Henry Zhang."

Soon, Hei Mian took Henry Zhang to a tall palace.

"Hei Lao." The monk stationed in the temple respectfully clasped his fists at Hei Mian, obviously knowing him.

"I want to see the Blood Sea Ancestor, I have something important to do."

"Hei Lao, wait a minute, I'll report it."

The guarding monks came out shortly after entering.

"Ancestor invites you."

Black Face took Henry in.

Come to the highest point of the palace.

Henry Zhang saw a white-haired old man sitting on a wicker chair. He was a middle-stage Jindan monk.

"I've met the Black Sea Ancestor." Hei Mian said respectfully.

"Black Face, what's the emergency?"

"This fellow Daoist Zhang Xuan was teleported from other shelters to find the Blood Sea Ancestor..."

Before Hei Mian finished speaking, the Black Sea Ancestor said: "You can just give him a few hundred spirit stones and send them away. My Wushuang City is not having a good time right now, and we really don't have the energy to rescue other shelters."

In the past year, several monks from other shelters have come to Wushuang City for help.

The ancestors of the Black Sea were also helpless and sent them away.