The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

On the left side of the entrance to the main hall is a shop selling various finished magic tools. There are all kinds of items shining brightly, and you can tell at a glance that there are many good products. Above the closed door of the house on the right is engraved the words "Purchase and Identification of Spiritual Materials and Magic Tools". Opposite is a deep corridor with stone houses on both sides. Zhan Nianchuan looked at it and saw the words "First-class Jialian" written on it. It seems to be the refining room of the Refining Hall.

At this time, a clerk in the shop on the left ran over quickly and said respectfully: "Brother Zhan, are you here to buy magic tools?"

"Do you recognize me?" Zhan Nianchuan was very surprised. Is he so famous?

"I recognize you, we clerks all know you. After all, it is difficult for clerks to break through the assessment and become outer disciples, let alone become alchemists. You have always been our role model." The clerk's words revealed a strong envy.

So that's it. Zhan Nianchuan nodded, "Introduce me to the magic tools here."

"Okay, follow me, you see..." The clerk began to talk endlessly.

Zhan Nianchuan felt something was wrong after listening for a while, so he had to interrupt, "Stop, stop, stop, don't introduce anything below the upper grade of the yellow rank, the lower grade of the black rank is also fine, I'm buying it for my uncle."

When the servant saw Zhan Nianchuan dressed as an outer disciple, he naturally treated him as an ordinary disciple below the sixth level of Qi Condensation, which was not wrong, but unfortunately Zhan Nianchuan's wealth was comparable to that of an elder in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and he had long looked down on these broken copper and iron.

Hearing this, the servant's breathing became rapid, and his face flushed with excitement, "Brother Zhan, please come this way..."

While listening and watching, Zhan Nianchuan really didn't find anything he particularly wanted to buy. In terms of attack, he had a long sword of the upper grade of the yellow rank, and in terms of defense, he had a blue water shield of the lower grade of the black rank, and a natural scale armor, which was at least as defensive as the lower grade of the yellow rank body armor, so he just looked at it casually.

The servant was very good at observing people's words and expressions. Although he knew that Zhan Nianchuan probably didn't have much desire to buy, he still tried his best to promote it and wanted to make a deal.

"What is this?"

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes were attracted by a thin black mask placed in the corner, and he asked immediately.

"This is a low-grade magic weapon of the Xuan level, called Wumian, which has a strong function of blocking spiritual awareness and can resist the spiritual awareness of cultivators who are one major realm higher than the user, and can block the prying of cultivators in the middle stage of Jindan at most. That is to say, after you wear it, only cultivators above the middle stage of foundation building can see your true face."

The servant explained it in detail, but he did not hope that Zhan Nianchuan would buy it, because its function was too simple and the price was very high, otherwise it would not have been placed here without anyone asking.

"Show it to me, my uncle Wang just needs such a magic weapon." Zhan Nianchuan tried his best to pretend to be indifferent, but he was actually very excited inside, and pushed the buyer to Wang Yan without hesitation.

There was no way, this magic weapon was probably not cheap, and it was too hot for him to buy.

Although he spent thousands of contribution points in the Contribution Hall, it was delivered to the door by Wang Yan himself. He didn't believe that anyone in the sect dared to attack him. Of course, there were people who could kill him instantly, but would those people lack a few flying talismans and a few Xuan-level elixirs?

And this Xuan-level magic weapon is definitely worth more than 2,000 contribution points. Although it has a single function, it is very practical. Zhan Nianchuan is ready to take it at all costs.

Taking the mask handed over by the errand boy, Zhan Nianchuan put it on his face. It felt slightly cool and quickly changed to fit his face. It didn't affect his vision at all. It felt very good.

"Not bad, I will report to Uncle Wang." Zhan Nianchuan took off the mask and said something that made the errand boy overjoyed.

He didn't worry that Zhan Nianchuan would brag about the elders, unless Zhan Nianchuan had a problem with his head.

Zhan Nianchuan was not interested in the other items. He casually strolled around and left.

After going out, Zhan Nianchuan took out a sound transmission note, said a few words, threw it out, and slowly walked towards the Dan Hall.

A quarter of an hour later, a flash of sword light passed by, and Wang Yan flew down on her sword. Seeing that there was no one around, she asked, "What's the matter that you called me here so urgently?"

"I'm going to trouble you again, Senior Sister. Please..." After Zhan Nianchuan explained the matter clearly, he took out the sect token and gave Wang Yan 4,000 contribution points, and also gave her the spirit stone bag.

Wang Yan didn't waste any words, and immediately flew to the weapon refining hall on her sword, while Zhan Nianchuan continued to walk slowly towards the alchemy hall.

Half an hour later, Wang Yan fell from the sky again and returned the three magic tools and the spirit stone bag to Zhan Nianchuan.

"I've seen that the mask magic tool is fine, 2,000 contribution points, and the bucket and pot are both yellow-grade magic tools, 800 contribution points." As he said that, he was about to take out the token and intend to give the remaining 1,200 contribution points to Zhan Nianchuan.

"No, no, these 1,200 contribution points will be given to Senior Sister, just as a reward for hard work." Zhan Nianchuan hurriedly stopped him.

"Well, I'll take it." Wang Yan was not a fussy person, so she took it very straightforwardly.

"By the way, Senior Sister, how come both this bucket and this pot are suitable?" Zhan Nianchuan was very curious. He was originally planning to wait for ten days or half a month.

"This bucket is used by the refiners in the Refining Hall for quenching. Many powerful magic tools are quenched with this bucket, and this pot is custom-made by the head of Qingling Peak. She did not specify the delivery time. I said I was in a hurry to use it, so she gave me this pot first. Didn't you say that as long as it can be used, it's fine?" Wang Yan explained in detail.

Hearing that this bucket was used to quench magic tools, Zhan Nianchuan's mouth twitched, but he didn't mind. As long as it was cleaned, it would be the same.

Zhan Nianchuan nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Senior Sister. I'll go to the Dan Palace first." This is not a place to chat, and he still has things to do.

"Okay." Wang Yan flew away directly on the sword. She was also anxious to refine the red fruit to improve her cultivation and strive to reach the middle stage of foundation building as soon as possible.

After arriving at the Dan Palace, Zhan Nianchuan went to pay a visit to his master Liu Weimao as usual, and received a few lukewarm compliments. Seeing Liu Weimao's impatience, Zhan Nianchuan hurriedly reported:

"Master, the small competition of each peak of the sect is about to be held. I am an outer disciple of Lindan Peak. What do you think?"

Liu Weimao waved his hand to send Zhan Nianchuan away, "If you want to participate, participate. Don't come to me if you have nothing to do in the future."

"Disciple, I'm leaving." Zhan Nianchuan sneered in his heart. With Liu Weimao's words, he would never step into Liu Weimao's residence again.

After spending several days in the alchemy room of the Dan Palace to complete this year's task of refining pills, Zhan Nianchuan was about to leave the Dan Palace, but he never expected to meet an acquaintance, the elder of the Dan Palace, Chen Hong.

"Disciple greets Elder Chen." Since he met him, Zhan Nianchuan had to bow respectfully.

"It's you, eh, not bad, you have reached the third level of Qi Condensation." Chen Hong still remembered this disciple who refined top-grade pills, and felt very sorry for not being able to accept him as a disciple.

Seeing the kind-looking Chen Hong, Zhan Nianchuan's heart moved, "Excuse me, Elder Chen, where is the origin of the Phantom Night Grass?"