Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Unlike other shops, this "pawnshop" has a much larger space.

Chen Mo stepped over the threshold and looked inside. There were rows of long tables, with the heads of various sects sitting or standing in front of the long tables.

The golden armor guards were replaced by graceful and outstanding female cultivators.

He stood at the door, and the people closest to him took out their prepared utensils and handed them to the maids. After the other party estimated the price, the two sides reached an agreement and sold the items in their hands to the general's mansion.

Chen Mo glanced and happened to see the female cultivator who had just bought a large amount of fourth-level associated minerals in the grocery stall.

This person took out seven or eight magic tools, including a tripod, a long knife, and a cattail fan. The shapes and functions were different, but one thing was almost the same - they were all top-grade magic tools!

This means that this is a magic tool that can only be owned by the Golden Core Realm.

"This fan looks good. A set of fire magic is drawn into it." The maid picked up the palm leaf fan with her slender jade-like fingers, looked at it carefully, and pointed at the carvings on it.

The female cultivator also nodded and said, "This is a third-grade magic weapon personally refined by Elder Gong of our Cangqiong Pavilion. It is much more complicated than ordinary flying sword-type magic weapons."

"Then how about buying it at the price of forty high-grade spirit stones?"

The other party gave a price.

The head of the Cangqiong Pavilion thought for a moment and added five more.

In the end, the two sold the palm leaf fan to the general's mansion for forty-five yuan.

Chen Mo took two steps inside. At this time, someone just sold out the stock in his hand and left. So the maid who was idle came over with long hair fluttering, steps leisurely, and a smile on her face.

"This fellow Taoist, is this your first time here?"

The other party stood one meter away from him. It was such a close distance that Chen Mo couldn't help but feel the pressure.

Golden elixir!

Another golden elixir.

Guards, maids, all of them are golden elixirs.

"Yes." He replied.

There is no need to hide in such a place.

The other party smiled, stretched out his jade hand to pull Chen Mo's arm and asked him to sit down.

Their attitude is almost different from those guards who always have dead faces.

The shopkeepers who are supposed to sell things are smiling and welcoming, because they want to make money from customers; but here, it's all the opposite!

As soon as Chen Mo sat down, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell of herbs.

He turned his head suddenly and saw a young man in white opening the bottle stopper and pouring out a pill.

"Xuanqing Yangyuan Pill!"

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that there would be someone selling third-level pills here.

He listened carefully. The general's mansion accepted it at the price of fifteen spirit stones per pill, and the young man in white took out twenty pills at once!

Chen Mo never expected that the "treasure" that he had hidden and even dared not show to others was like cabbage here, and was easily traded.

Perhaps she noticed his mood changes, or maybe she had seen too many people like him.

The maid who was in charge of receiving him gently patted the back of Chen Mo's hand and said softly: "Our Tianbao Zhenlong Pavilion is different from other shops. We do business between continents."

Chen Mo turned his head and asked in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"Where are you from, fellow Taoist?"

"Beiyue City."

"Then you should rarely see high-quality magic tools, third-level puppets, third-level elixirs, and other items above the golden elixir level in the city?"

Faced with the counter-question, he thought for a moment.

It's true!

Not only that, the major immortal gates seem to have rules. Chen Mo vaguely remembers that there are no third-level spiritual plants circulating on the market.

Seeing him nod, the maid continued: "First, there are only so many Jindan realms in the major immortal gates, and the elixirs they refine or the talismans they draw cannot be digested internally; second, the general immortal gates have been passed down for thousands of years and have cultivated many alchemists and weapon refiners, so there is no need to buy from other immortal gates. So, the major immortal gates also need a platform to sell their excess treasures. So our Tianbao Zhenlong Pavilion came into being."

"I see that the price you bought is very high!"

"Yes, but you seem to have forgotten one thing." The maid smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.

"What is it?" Chen Mo was a little puzzled.

"Spirit mine!"

Spirit mine?

In an instant, he suddenly realized!

That's right!

Spirit mine, he has heard that the fourth-level spiritual mines in the entire Pingdu Continent are almost under the control of six generals.

Generally, even if you dig through a third-level spiritual mine, you can't dig out one or two hundred high-quality spiritual stones. But for a fourth-level vein, the high-quality spiritual stones are equivalent to the middle-quality spiritual stones in a third-level vein, which are almost endless!

The generals who control the fourth-level veins have owned a lot of wealth for thousands of years.

So if you spend more, you won't feel bad or care at all! This can also be regarded as a way to give back to the immortal gate.

"In other words, you buy all kinds of treasures refined by the major immortal gates and sell them to other continents?"

"Is it not other continents?"

"What about you?"

The maid raised her mouth: "It is mainly concentrated in Zhongzhou, which is the center, and the four states in the southeast, northwest and northeast. There are spiritual veins and abundant spiritual energy there. Take Beizhou for example, even a casual cultivator has the opportunity to cultivate to the Jindan realm, so a large number of magic tools and elixirs are sold to them."

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Only after arriving at Yanyun Mountain did I realize how barren Beiyue City and Motai Mountain were. And after hearing what the other party said, it seems that Pingduzhou is not a rich place either.

"Do you have any other questions, fellow Daoist?"

Chen Mo shook his head and let go of his grudge.

After all, there were too many people around here selling elixirs, magic tools, spells, and even spiritual plants!

He didn't need to hide it at all.

So, Chen Mo took out a stack of talismans from his storage ring, about a hundred of them, and these were all confiscated from the old turtle.

"What do you think these talismans are worth?"

The maid nodded slightly, picked up the top positive thunder talisman, and looked at it carefully.

The maids of Tianbao Zhenlong Pavilion have received special training and have their own experience in distinguishing the authenticity and effects of various treasures.

However, after the other party looked at the positive thunder talisman in her hand, she subconsciously frowned.

Chen Mo was a little puzzled when he saw this.

"Can I see the other talismans?"

"Please."

The maid took seven or eight positive thunder talismans in a row, compared them carefully, and put them back on the table.

"I don't know if it's convenient, can you tell me which cultivator this is from? I think the technique is similar to that of the Dragon Tiger Sect, but it's a little different. The most important thing is..."

The other party stopped talking halfway.

Instead, he raised his head and looked at Chen Mo.

"An elder of the immortal sect."

"Which immortal sect is your Taoist from?"

He hesitated for a while and said, "Motai Mountain."

The maid took a deep breath, picked up the positive thunder talisman on the table again, and said, "There is a big problem with this positive thunder talisman."