Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"Oh? What are you going to give me in return?"

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, seeming dissatisfied.

"Shopkeeper, let's see how much spiritual stone this seven-leaf heather plant is worth!"

Ye Fan thought, and a small jade box appeared in his hand.

"Seven-leaf heather? I'm afraid it won't work..."

The shopkeeper took the jade box with some disgust, opened it casually, and then was stunned.

"Hey, is this an 800-year-old seven-leaf heather?"

The old man's breathing became somewhat rapid.

"That's right, the shopkeeper might as well estimate how many Low Grade spiritual stones this heather plant can be worth?"

"Brother, how about this seven-leafed heather, if I give you 40,000 Low Grade spiritual stones?"

The sixty-year-old man's expression became a little excited.

Although heather is just one of the most common Spirit Medicines, its value becomes extraordinary when it gets old.

This seven-leaf heather is an astonishing eight hundred years old and in excellent condition. Its efficacy is probably no less than that of the thousand-year-old Spirit Medicine.

Older Spirit Medicine has always been priceless. Even for a Nascent Soul monk, it is not easy to buy such a Spirit Medicine.

The old man's thoughts came to life, and his eyes looking at Ye Fan became hot.

He wondered in his mind whether the young man in front of him might be a disciple of a large sect, and maybe he might have channels to obtain high-level Spirit Medicine.

"Okay! This is 10,000 Low Grade spiritual stones, plus this seven-leaf heather, it's exactly 50,000 Low Grade spiritual stones."

Ye Fan saw something unusual in the old man's eyes and couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling secretly vigilant.

“It seems that I still underestimated the appeal of high-vintage Spirit Medicine. In the future, high-vintage Spirit Medicine like this will never be easily available.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, turned his palm, and threw a small bag directly to the old man, which contained exactly 10,000 Low Grade spiritual stones.

"Brother, this flying spirit boat belongs to you now!"

The old man came back to his senses at this time and carefully took the bag. He scanned it with his mind and found that the number of spirit stones in the bag was correct. He handed the slightly rough-looking spirit boat to Ye Fan with a smile.

"Okay, shopkeeper, that's it! I'm leaving."

Ye Fan has no plans to buy other Law Weapons for the time being and is ready to leave.

"Wait a minute, brother, this is our Profound Level VIP card from the Artifact Pavilion. Please accept it. With this card, I can enjoy a 10% discount when purchasing items at any of the Artifact Pavilion's stores."

The old man took out a silver-white token from his body and stuffed it into Ye Fan's hand.

"Okay, thank you so much, shopkeeper!"

Ye Fan took the token and put it directly into the storage bag.

"By the way, brother, my surname is Wang. If you need anything from now on, you can come to our store at any time."

Shopkeeper Wang enthusiastically sent Ye Fan downstairs and reluctantly said goodbye to him.

"If you have money, you will be a master wherever you go!"

After leaving the artifact pavilion, Ye Fan couldn't help but curse.

"What should I do now? Do I want to sell a few more Spirit Medicine plants? Oh, by the way, I also have to buy Qi Gathering pills. I almost forgot about this."

Ye Fan stood at the door of a building decorated with bright red willows and green willows, muttering to himself.

"By the way, my cultivation level is pitifully low now, and I carry such a huge amount of wealth with me. I wonder if I will encounter any danger?"

"Then the shopkeeper of the Artifact Pavilion shouldn't be interested in money, right?"

"How about we go back to the inn first?"

Just when Ye Fan was thinking wildly, an exaggerated sharp voice broke his reverie.

"Hey, what a handsome guy! Do you want to come over to our place and play?"

"who?"

The sharp voice gave Ye Fan goosebumps all over his body. He quickly calmed down and looked towards where the sound came from.

"Hongmei Pavilion, isn't it that kind of place?"

I saw several coquettish young women standing at the door of a red building, and half of them were female cultivators on the second and third floors of Qi Refining.

The one who spoke just now was a middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby figure and an inch thick makeup on her face.

The woman looked at Ye Fan with a smile on her face, her eyes seemed to be shining, and several young women behind her kept ogling Ye Fan.

"You monster, don't mess with my ordinary mind!"

Ye Fan shouted and walked away from the building in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"A woman will only affect the speed at which I can draw my sword! Not even the Red Dust Heroine!"

After walking for more than two hundred meters, Ye Fan's panic slowly calmed down. From a distance, a sharp voice came over: "Brother Jun, we are all humans here, but there are no human beings here." What a monster!"

"Who are these people!"

Ye Fan patted his chest in shock.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a bustle of people not far ahead, and various noisy shouts could be heard faintly.

Ye Fan followed the noisy sound curiously and walked forward.

After walking for a while, he realized that he had arrived at the entrance of a lively market.

"Independent Cultivator Trading Office?"

Five large gilt characters appeared in Ye Fan's eyes.

"It turned out to be a place where Independent Cultivator trades. No wonder there are so many people."

Ye Fan somewhat understood.

This is a trading place specially provided by Qingyangfang City for the Independent Cultivators in the nearby area.

It has to be said that the managers of Qingyangfang City are still very business-minded.

Providing such a good trading place for the nearby Independent Cultivator will virtually increase the flow of people in the market.

On the surface, Qingyangfang City seems to have suffered a small loss, but in fact the potential income it brings is far higher than this loss.

"Haha, go in and see if you can find some treasures."

Ye Fan looked around calmly and did not find any tail behind him, so he entered the market with confidence.

"A lot of people setting up stalls."

Ye Fan looked at the stalls one by one, but unfortunately he didn't find anything good.

"How to sell this Qi Gathering Pill?"

"40 Low Grade Spiritual Stones per bottle! Brother, I can assure you that the items in my stall are definitely the lowest prices here. If I buy a large quantity, the price can be negotiated."

In front of a stall selling various low-end elixirs, Ye Fan asked about the prices of several elixirs and found that the prices of the elixirs here were indeed much cheaper than those in the shops in the market, but the quality of the elixirs was impressive. Not a compliment.

He himself didn't dare to take such a pill. Who knew if it would have any adverse consequences.

"Forget it, let's go to those big stores to buy the elixirs!"

Ye Fan sighed, turned and left the stall.

“Life is really not easy for these Independent Cultivators!”

While Ye Fan was sighing, he suddenly heard two not particularly fierce arguments coming from a stall dozens of meters ahead.

With curiosity in mind, Ye Fan quickly stepped forward and came to the stall where the dispute occurred.

"Miss Qu, who can afford to practice this Body Refining technique of yours? I bought it just as a reference. It is impossible to practice the techniques on it."

"But your price is too expensive, isn't it? A book of broken skills that no one can master costs five thousand Low Grade spiritual stones. You are simply robbing spiritual goods."

A dark giant man with a body like an iron tower was holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand and was chattering endlessly.

"Uncle Leopard, my "Golden Bone Tempering Technique" is an excellent Body Tempering technique handed down from my ancestors. Although it is indeed difficult to practice it, it does not mean that no one can do it. Moreover, It’s worth far more than five thousand Low Grade spiritual stones, so I’ve already sold it cheaply.”

In front of the giant man in the iron tower, a pretty girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with extremely smart eyes was arguing eloquently.

"Xiaoqu, what do you think of a thousand Low Grade spiritual stones? This is the highest price I can afford."

The iron tower giant said angrily.

"Uncle Leopard, this is not possible, your bid is too far off!"

The girl shook her head vigorously, as if she refused to give in at all.

"Forget it, I won't buy it, just wait for that book to eat dust!"

The tower man cursed and left.

"Alas, isn't there anyone who knows the goods? Who would sell such a good technique if his family was not in poverty."

The girl squatted down again in disappointment, muttering quietly to herself.

"Girl, can you let me take a look at the Body Refining Technique?"

At this moment, a deep voice reached the girl's ears.

The girl raised her head in surprise and saw a handsome young man looking at her with a smile.

"You can see it, here it is."

There was a trace of shyness on the girl's face, and she hurriedly handed the ancient book to the young man.

"This is simply a technique tailor-made for me!"

This young man was Ye Fan. He opened the ancient book called "Golden Bone Forging Technique" and felt overjoyed after reading it for a while.

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