The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Changhuan naturally wouldn't explain too much. He didn't know how much trouble he had caused by developing the Immortal Fate Pill. If he really succeeded in improving the Purple Air from the East Talisman and publicized it, how could the Gu family, a mere family, resist so many jackals and tigers.

Maybe, by then, the Haoran Sect would change its face.

Thinking so, Gu Changhuan became more cautious.

The matter of improving the Purple Air from the East Talisman can be carried out, but from beginning to end, it must not be known to outsiders...

However, the first step is to understand the principle of the Purple Air from the East Talisman. Tianlai Novel Network

The mystery is naturally in those magic patterns.

Gu Changhuan thought that the Haoran Sect had obtained the method of making the Purple Air from the East Talisman for several years and sold a lot of it to the outside world, but to this day, he had never seen other forces selling this talisman. It seems that this talisman is not easy to carve.

On this day, after refining a furnace of elixirs for a guest, Gu Changhuan took out the Purple Air from the East Talisman for observation.

He looked at the Purple Air Coming from the East Talisman for a long time, but couldn't figure out anything. He couldn't help but sigh.

After all, it's an ancient spiritual talisman!

If you can figure it out in just three or five days, it would be too damaging to the reputation of the ancient cultivators.

It is said that in ancient times, even in a small world like theirs, there were geniuses everywhere;

At that time, when cultivators fought, they didn't need to make any seals or pinch their fingers. They could destroy the world and break the mountains and rivers with just a wave of their hands.

However, I don't know if it was because the ancestors at that time fought too recklessly and consumed too much spiritual energy, which led to the current world of cultivation becoming like this.

However, there was a saying in the previous life called the law of conservation of energy, and I don't know if it applies to this world of cultivation.

As Gu Changhuan thought about it, he became more and more imaginative.

Gu Changhuan came to his senses and put away the alchemy furnace and a group of sundries. After taking three of the refined pills for himself, he gave the remaining three to Gu Changming.

This was a barrier-breaking pill that a Purple Mansion early stage cultivator asked him to help refine. It was agreed that a 30% success rate would be guaranteed. Gu Changhuan was a trustworthy person, so he naturally had to keep his promise.

Then he put on an ordinary and even ugly makeup, changed into a linen Taoist robe that he never wore, put a yellow wine gourd in his pocket, quietly left Gu's Xianyuan Grocery Store, and walked slowly to the Sanxiu Square.

Now when Gu Changhuan went to the Sanxiu Square, it was like a farmer going to see crops hit by hail. Occasionally, he would be happy for a long time if he saw crops that were still healthy and alive; but in most cases, he would see branches and leaves that were knocked down by hail all over the ground.

After advancing to the Purple Mansion, Gu Changhuan found that the opportunities he could pick up from the Sanxiu were much less, and the spiritual objects he had harvested in the Senheng Secret Realm before played an increasingly important role.

So it is no wonder that most high-level cultivators practice hard in seclusion, and only come out to walk when some secret realm is opened. After all, for those who do not have the Immortal Map, they may not find any useful spiritual objects after walking outside for several years.

In the secret realm, as long as you go to the place with strong spiritual energy, you can always find high-level spiritual objects.

Instead of wasting precious time, it is better to accumulate strength and hit it with one strike.

But for Gu Changhuan, it is okay to hit it with one strike or to search slowly.

However, the secret realm is not the yellow spiritual grass in the market, which can be found everywhere.

There are not many secret realms in the East Wilderness, and the control rights still fall on the three Yuanying forces. Only a few secret realms that are opened at irregular times and locations can be allowed to be entered by casual cultivators.

As for other secret realms, such as the Senheng Secret Realm, except for the Shaoyang Sect and its affiliated forces, other casual cultivators can only pay a sky-high ticket fee to have the qualification to enter and risk their lives.

This is also the reason why high-level cultivators will choose to join sects in the end.

Gu Changhuan has now joined the sect.

However, it is hard to say whether Gu Changhuan can get a place to enter the secret realm from Haoran Sect in the future.

Gu Changhuan, who is hard to say, is now wandering in the square of scattered cultivators with a rather ugly face.

After looking at the Tongxiantu for a long time, Gu Changhuan, who always feels that everything in front of him is a little green, calmed his mind, picked up the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip.

This demon blood wine is really refreshing.

To be honest, Gu Changhuan's consciousness is now comparable to that of a cultivator at the fifth level of Zifu. If an ordinary cultivator looks at the Tongxiantu so carefully and attentively for half an hour, he will probably feel dizzy.

However, even if Gu Changhuan feels that the world in front of him is a little green, there is always something that makes people brighten their eyes.

Gu Changhuan, who was walking on the sparsely populated street, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes, and then pretended to glance at a cultivator's stall in a dark green robe.

The monk seemed to be a weapon refiner, and half of the stalls were magic weapons.

There were quite a few people in front of the stall, but they were all female cultivators.

Gu Changhuan took a closer look and understood the reason.

Because the magic weapons sold by this monk in dark green robes were not spiritual swords and shields, but hairpins, hairpins, rings, bracelets and other jewelry-like magic weapons.

Not to mention, although these magic weapons were not of high grade, they were all exquisite. Even the phoenix on the hairpin was lifelike, and the phoenix feathers were colorful and carved very finely. Even Gu Changhuan, a man, had to admit that this phoenix hairpin was worthy of being called a high-quality handicraft, not to mention how much those female cultivators loved it;

An ordinary second-level medium-grade magic weapon actually attracted two female cultivators in the late stage of foundation building to fight for it.

"My fellow Taoist, I was the first one to see this hairpin. Isn't it a bit unethical for you to interfere?" An oval-faced female cultivator in dark blue palace dress frowned and looked at the female cultivator opposite her.

"Sister, you are joking. When cultivators like me buy spiritual objects, it is moral to give the highest price, isn't it?" The female cultivator in pink dress opposite her said with a smile.

"Of course, if sister is willing to pay a higher price, I am willing to accompany you. In short, the highest price wins."

The female cultivator in dark blue palace dress snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with the female cultivator in pink dress. She turned her head to look at the stall owner in dark green robe who was quietly watching the show,

"My fellow Taoist, what do you think?

Should we follow the first come first served principle, or the highest price wins?"