Beast-controlling fairy clan.

Chapter 6 Selling Magical Instruments and Purchasing Spiritual Ginseng

Compared to a small place like "Qingyun Valley", Hongyafang Market is much larger.

This market town was built on a mountain peak that was two or three hundred feet high. The entire mountain peak, including several small hills nearby, was included in the market town. There were hundreds of shops of various kinds.

Zhou Chun walked in and looked around. He could easily see the figures of immortal cultivators walking back and forth on the mountain.

Such a scene of people coming and going is truly worthy of the word "fangshi".

The market town was naturally safe. After looking around for a while, Zhou Chun slowly wandered around the market town, looking for an opportunity to inquire about the Zhou family's whereabouts.

After being attacked before, Zhou Chun must be more careful when getting information.

He must never let people think of his relationship with the Zhou family so easily and harbor ill will towards him.

After walking around the market, Zhou Chun quickly found a shop that looked okay and walked in.

This shop named "Wu's Grocery Store" is not big. There is not even a clerk inside. There is only an old man in blue sitting on a chair reading a book.

After seeing Zhou Chun enter the store, the old man in green raised his head and glanced at him. After realizing that he was not a regular customer, he lazily said, "Please come in, Taoist friend. All the items for sale in this store are written there. The prices are fair and we will not cheat anyone."

After saying that, he pointed to a piece of white cloth covered with black words on the wall next to him.

Looking at him like this, he doesn't have any awareness of "the customer is God" at all.

But Zhou Chun knew that this was the normal situation in this world.

Those who are able to open shops in the market either have high levels of cultivation, are wealthy, or have special skills.

Or they are shops opened by sects or families, and the people in charge of managing them are also disciples of these sects or families.

No matter which situation it is, their status is much more noble than that of ordinary cultivators.

Under such circumstances, how could they expect them to treat the Qi Refining cultivators who came to the store as "Gods"?

What's more, even in the world of his previous life, there were not many street shops that could do this. It was good enough that they didn't bully customers!
Of course Zhou Chun wouldn't care about the old man's attitude.

He did not look at what was written on the white cloth, but just bowed to the old man and said, "Excuse me, shopkeeper. I have a few discarded magic tools in my hands. I wonder if your shop is willing to recycle them?"

"You want to sell magic tools?"

The old man in green was startled for a moment, then he put down the book in his hand and squinted his eyes to look at Zhou Chun.

Looking at Zhou Chun's young and handsome face, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe that such a young cultivator would be a bandit who made a living by killing people and stealing treasures.

But if he wasn't a bandit cultivator, how could someone of Zhou Chun's age and level of cultivation have extra magical instruments to sell?
The old man in green had all sorts of thoughts in his mind. After a long while, he nodded and said, "Then take the things out and have a look. If there is no problem, our store can take it back depending on the situation."

Grocery stores like theirs sell and buy everything.

Zhou Chun didn't say much and directly took out the magic weapons he got from the two casual cultivators, as well as the two first-grade low-quality magic weapons on his body.

The magic tools, spells, talismans, elixirs, and formations used by immortal cultivators are all divided into different grades.

Generally speaking, it is divided into first-grade, second-grade, and third-grade, and then further divided into three small levels: first-grade lower grade, first-grade middle grade, and first-grade upper grade.

Basically, first-level magic tools are used by cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, second-level magic tools are used by cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and third-level magic tools are used by cultivators in the Purple Mansion Stage.

The value of a magical tool is not only closely related to its grade, but also to its purpose, performance and other factors.

The few magic weapons Zhou Chun took out at this time were all single-purpose attack weapons, and they did not have any eye-catching special abilities. They were just magic weapons used by novices who had just entered the world of immortal cultivation.

So after some identification, the two magic weapons he obtained from killing the two casual cultivators were returned to him by the old man in green, leaving only the two magic weapons that he and Li Han had truly eliminated.

Then he looked at him and said, "The quality of these two magic weapons is pretty good. It can be seen that the level of the weapon refiner is quite good. Our store is willing to recycle them for twenty spirit coins each."

"As for these two magic weapons, you should take them to the street market in the market town to sell them. There may be some Taoists who have just entered the world of immortal cultivation who would be willing to buy them as their first magic weapon in their lives."

This result made Zhou Chun feel somewhat sad for the two cultivators who died at his hands.

It turns out that even the grocery store wouldn't recycle the magic weapons used by those two guys, which shows how miserable their situation is.

At the moment, he could only do as the old man in green said and take the two returned magic weapons. Then he counted them one by one and accepted the forty spirit coins given by the old man in green.

After leaving "Wu Ji Grocery Store", Zhou Chun went to the street market in the market town as the shopkeeper suggested.

Street markets are a must-have place in every market in the world of immortal cultivation. It is a place where immortal cultivators trade freely, but it is also a place where counterfeit goods are rampant.

You only need to pay a spirit coin as a stall fee to the market manager, and you can stay in the market for a day, and even meditate and practice.

The premise is that there are really people who can be bold enough to meditate and practice in such an environment. After Zhou Chun came to the street market in Hongyafang City, he found that the number of cultivators here was indeed much greater, and the number of cultivators setting up stalls and cultivators patronizing this place was almost half and half.

Because most of the cultivators like quietness, unless it is difficult to negotiate a price, this street market is not that noisy.

Zhou Chun actually saw a few casual practitioners who had just casually placed some things in front of the stalls and were meditating with their eyes closed.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Chun pondered for a moment, then paid a spirit coin and rented a stall. He put out two magic tools and a few sundries and started setting up a stall.

Of course, Zhou Chun’s real intention was not to set up a stall, but to use the name of setting up a stall to chat with some casual cultivators who also set up stalls there, trying to find out the information he wanted to know indirectly.

In this way, after setting up a stall in the street market in the market town for less than two days, Zhou Chun successfully sold two magic weapons at the prices of thirteen spirit coins and fourteen spirit coins respectively.

However, the process of gathering information was not smooth. Many independent cultivators who set up stalls here had heard about the splitting of the Sanjue Sect, but no one knew where the Zhou family went after leaving the Sanjue Sect.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun had no choice but to be patient and continue waiting for an opportunity in the market.

On the third day after he arrived at the market town, a casual cultivator with the tenth level of Qi Refining suddenly came to the street market.

The old man, whose hair had already turned white, spread out his stall and put more than a dozen things on it. Among them were newly picked spiritual medicines, spiritual minerals dug out from nowhere, and slightly damaged magical instruments.

Upon seeing this situation, many monks setting up stalls looked at the old man with strange eyes.

Generally speaking, this kind of cultivator who sells everything is most likely a bandit cultivator who specializes in killing people and stealing treasures.

Or even if he is not a bandit cultivator, he has a close relationship with them and is responsible for helping them deal with the treasures they have robbed.

But no matter how you think, unless someone they have a good relationship with wants to do something with the item at the stall, no one will interfere.

On the contrary, most of the time, because the items handled by bandit cultivators are slightly lower than the market price, they will attract many cultivators who want to take advantage of the situation to rush to buy them.

However, when these monks who wanted to take advantage came forward to ask about the price, they immediately left in anger.

Although the old man was setting up a street stall, the prices were not much cheaper than the market price, and there was no room for him to resell the goods and make a profit.

In this way, the people who gathered together soon dispersed.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun, who was standing by, suddenly got excited and stepped forward to ask about the price.

"Fellow Daoist, please tell me how much this spiritual ginseng costs?"

He pointed at a yellow-white ginseng with some dirt on its roots on the stall and asked in a low voice about its price.

"Wild spiritual ginseng with a medicinal age of more than 150 years is only sold for 24 spiritual coins. No bargaining!"

The old man looked up at Zhou Chun and said the price calmly.

Zhou Chun couldn't help but frown when he heard this and said, "There is turbid evil energy accumulated in the wild ginseng. If you want to use it as medicine, you have to get rid of the turbid evil energy first. More than 20 spirit coins are really a bit too much!"

When the old man heard what he said, he snorted in displeasure: "Humph, if the methods to remove the turbid evil spirits in these spiritual objects were not in the hands of those sects and families, would a hundred-year-old spiritual ginseng be sold for only this few spiritual coins?"

After saying that, he glared at Zhou Chun and said, "Young man, if you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't want to buy it, just stand aside and watch. Don't try to tease me!"

"Hey, I'm just saying that, why are you angry, fellow Taoist? In business, people always have to bargain."

Zhou Chun shook his head, then glanced at the other spiritual herbs on the stall and said, "How about this, I'll buy all of your spiritual herbs, and you can give me a profit, a few spiritual coins, how about that?"

The old man heard this, but still said with a cold face: "No, not a single spiritual coin can be missing. If one is missing, I will send them all to the pharmacy for disposal!"

Zhou Chun's tone softened upon seeing this, and he looked at the old man with pleading eyes and said, "Can't you just be kind and help me? It's not easy for me to earn spirit coins with my level of cultivation. You were also a cultivator from a young age, so you should understand!"

"Oh, if I support you, who else would support me?"

The old man sneered repeatedly.

Then he looked at Zhou Chun with a look of sarcasm in his eyes and said, "Don't act pitiful in front of me. You are so young but have such a high level of cultivation. You must be the son of a certain immortal cultivation family. You want to buy spiritual medicine at a low price in this street stall and then sell it to your family at a high price. I have understood your tricks more than ten years ago!"

"Ahem, you're overthinking it, my friend. I have absolutely no such intention."

Zhou Chun coughed twice in embarrassment and quickly denied it.

Although he did have some thoughts in this regard, they were completely different from what the old man said.

But the old man obviously didn't believe him. He just sneered and said nothing more.

In the end, Zhou Chun could only buy the spiritual ginseng for twenty-four spirit coins.

(End of this chapter)