Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan was startled: "Fanyang Market?"

Pei Song smiled and said, "Yes, within a radius of ten thousand miles, only our branch in Fanyang Market can repair mid-level magic weapons."

Chen Yuan was surprised and asked, "Does your pavilion also have a branch in Fanyang Market?"

Pei Song was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you must have just arrived in Renzhou not long ago, right?"

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he said slowly: "Yes, Chen is a cultivator from Hengzhou. He came to Renzhou to travel, but he unexpectedly encountered an enemy and his magic weapon was damaged. That's why I came to your pavilion and wanted to seek a way to repair the magic weapon. How did Pei Daoyou see that?"

Pei Song explained: "This pavilion has branches in all the towns and cities in Renzhou. All the cultivators in Renzhou know about it, but you don't know it. Therefore, Pei guesses that you are not a cultivator in this state."

Chen Yuan suddenly realized that he was an outsider after all, and he still revealed his flaws.

Li Wenqu's cultivation was too low, and he had never left the Zhouyang Academy within a thousand miles, so he had no idea of ​​the existence of the Treasure Pavilion.

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "I am very ignorant, and I apologize to Pei Daoyou for making fun of me. I have been traveling north along the Yuqing Sea from Hengzhou. I have just arrived at Jinshan and am not familiar with the area. May I ask where the Fanyang market is?"

Pei Song said: "Fanyang Market is 4,600 miles to the northwest. Just go straight and stop at the Fanyang Mountains... It's a bit vague to put it simply, so let me give you a map of Renzhou, which is quite detailed. You can find the location of Fanyang Market at a glance."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and a jade slip appeared out of thin air on the table.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Pei." Chen Yuan took the jade slip in his hand and probed with his spiritual sense.

The jade slip contained an extremely complicated map, which not only marked out the major sects, markets, mountains, and rivers in Renzhou, but also marked out the prefectures and counties in the mortal world. When the spiritual consciousness fell on it, a detailed introduction would emerge.

Chen Yuan was surprised. He withdrew his consciousness and bowed to Pei Song. "This map is so detailed, covering the geographical situation of the entire Renzhou, the sects and the market. It just solves my urgent need. Thank you."

Pei Song stroked his beard and smiled: "It's just a map. Daoist friends can find it by spending some time and spirit stones. It's just a small favor for me."

Having said that, Chen Yuan remembered this favor.

Maps also have different levels. This map is so detailed and covers such a wide area that it is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can possess. It would probably cost a lot of spirit stones and require certain connections to buy it.

After Chen Yuan put the jade slip into the mustard seed ring, he returned the favor and asked, "What exactly is the division of pavilions that Fellow Daoist Pei mentioned just now?"

Pei Song said: "Our pavilion has branches in all the towns and cities in Renzhou. The scale of the Fanyang branch is much larger than the Jinshan branch that Pei is in charge of. The master of refining equipment has extraordinary attainments and will definitely be able to help Fellow Daoist Chen repair these two mid-level magic weapons."

"As for the two spiritual materials, the carapace of a level 7 turtle demon is fairly common, so the Fanyang branch should have no shortage of them."

"But thousand-year-old ice silk is hard to find, and the Fanyang branch doesn't have it either. But if I remember correctly, the main pavilion should have a few bundles, but they're very expensive."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your advice, Brother Pei. I will go to Fanyang Market now."

Pei Song smiled, took out a brass token from the mustard seed ring, and handed it to Chen Yuan with both hands: "Daoyou, you can take this token. Cheng Xianmo, the shopkeeper of the Fanyang branch, is my senior brother. When he sees this token, he will definitely take care of you."

Chen Yuan took the token, on one side of which was engraved the word "Bai Bao" and on the other side was the word "Pei".

He bowed and said, "Thank you for your generous gift, I owe you a favor."

Pei Song smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you are too polite. Repairing two mid-level magic weapons is also a big business for our pavilion."

"Fellow Daoist, take this order to the Fanyang branch. Pei can also share some of the credit. I should be the one to thank you."

Afterwards, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries and talked about the differences between the customs and people of Hengzhou and Renzhou, and then Chen Yuan stood up and said goodbye.

Hengzhou is located in the south of Renzhou, and like Renzhou, is close to Yuqing Sea. When Zhenren Qingyou traveled to Jiuxianzhou, he went to Hengzhou. Chen Yuan was quite familiar with the place, so he pretended to be a native of Hengzhou.

When we left the Treasure Pavilion, the sky was slightly brightening and it was already dawn.

Chen Yuan rode on the light of escape, left Jinshan Market, and according to the map given by Pei Song, fled to the Fanyang Mountains in the northwest.

Four thousand six hundred miles is not a short distance, and Chen Yuan's flight speed is not too fast. It took him six hours to arrive.

It was dusk at this moment, and the twilight was as red as blood, slowly spreading over the winding mountains. The clouds were dyed a light golden red by the sunset, layer upon layer, solidified on the horizon.

In order to avoid intrusion by mortals, Fanyang Market was also built deep in the mountains. It covers a vast area, with lights rising and falling at all times and people bustling about.

This market town was jointly built by three medium-sized sects. It is said that several Nascent Soul cultivators worked together to move mountains and peaks, creating a vast flat land in the Fanyang Mountains to build the market town.

The Fanyang market is extremely prosperous. All cultivators from a thousand miles around would come here to visit. Flying away is prohibited.

Chen Yuan landed at the entrance of the market town, spent ten low-grade spirit stones, bought a wooden sign from a tenth-level Qi Refining cultivator on duty, and walked into the market town.

Before Chen Yuan had taken two steps, three low-level cultivators below the fourth level of Qi Refining came up to him and offered to serve as guides.

In the mortal world, their strength is comparable to that of innate masters, and they can be overlords, but in this Fanyang market, they can only smile humbly and look at Chen Yuan with hope.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and pointed at a young cultivator with the lowest cultivation level, who was only at the second level of Qi Refining, and asked, "Do you know where the Hundred Treasures Pavilion is?"

This monk was still a teenager, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish face, simple clothes, and looked at Chen Yuan eagerly.

Hearing Chen Yuan's question, he showed joy on his face and answered respectfully: "Junior will bring it here to lead the way!"

As he spoke, the young man bowed, raised his hand to lead the way, with a humble expression.

It is not easy for a casual cultivator to survive. Although they have embarked on the path to immortality, they have no dignity. They have to bow their heads and scrape for the sake of a few low-grade spirit stones.

Under the guidance of the young man, Chen Yuan walked into the Fanyang market.

When passing by a shop called "Xuan Fu Tang", the young man said softly: "This Xuan Fu Tang mainly sells magic talismans..."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Yuan, and seeing that Chen Yuan did not stop him, he continued speaking.

Afterwards, whenever he passed a shop, the boy would give a brief introduction in a soft voice, at a moderate pace. It was very comfortable to listen to and one could tell he had practiced it on purpose.

When passing by a shop selling elixirs, Chen Yuan was quite interested and asked a question. The young man then gave a much more detailed introduction, and next time he passed by a similar shop, he would also give a detailed introduction.

Due to the dense crowds of people in the market town, the two men were not fast and could not fly, so it took them half an hour to reach the center of the market town.

The flow of people here is obviously sparse, and most of the independent cultivators are short of money and can only wander around the outskirts of the market.

The land in the center of the market is very expensive and the goods sold in the shops are so expensive that they can only stay away from them.

A three-story wooden building stands on the side of the street. It is exactly the same shape as the Baibao Pavilion in Jinshanfang City, but it occupies a much larger area. There is a gold-plated plaque with three large characters "Baibao Pavilion" engraved from top to bottom.

The young man stopped, bowed to Chen Yuan, and said respectfully: "Senior, this is the Treasure Pavilion."

After he finished speaking, he stood with his hands behind his back, his head slightly lowered, and never mentioned the matter of the spirit stone. Chen Yuan showed a hint of appreciation, raised his left hand, and a medium-grade spirit stone appeared in his palm, and handed it to the boy: "Well done, take it."

The young man looked embarrassed and took the middle-grade spirit stone with both hands: "Please wait for a moment, senior. I will exchange it for a low-grade spirit stone and give it to you."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "No need to look for it."

The young man was overjoyed and carefully put the spirit stone into his arms. He bowed deeply and said gratefully, "Thank you for the reward, senior!"

This medium-grade spirit stone is enough for him to cultivate to the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Chen Yuan smiled, turned around and walked into the Treasure Pavilion.

Along the way, he had learned a lot about Fanyang Market through the young man's words, so he would not need to hire a guide next time he came.

Moreover, Chen Yuan was also a casual cultivator, and he knew well the difficulties of being a casual cultivator. Since the young man worked diligently, he was willing to give him some guidance.

The furnishings in the Treasure Pavilion were exactly the same as those in the Jinshan Branch Pavilion, except that there were almost twice as many magical instruments on the walls, and they were at least top-grade instruments, and nearly half of them were top-grade instruments.

The first floor was crowded but extremely quiet. All the customers were quietly selecting magical instruments. Most of them were cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining, with a few at the ninth and eighth levels occasionally. There were very few at the seventh level, and there was not a single cultivator below the late stage of Qi Refining.

Several young and beautiful female Qi-refining practitioners were walking around, and would come forward whenever someone took out a magical weapon from the light shield.

Two male cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining were guarding the stairs leading to the second floor.

Chen Yuan walked over. One of them had a smile on his face and was about to ask something, but Chen Yuan immediately retracted his energy. The two men turned pale and immediately stepped aside, bowing deeply to Chen Yuan with a respectful look on their faces.

Chen Yuan walked slowly up to the second floor. A dozen foundation-building cultivators were selecting spiritual weapons, each accompanied by a young female cultivator.

A young female cultivator came forward and asked with a smile, "Senior, are you planning to buy a spiritual weapon?"

Chen Yuan released his aura and said calmly, "Is Manager Cheng of your pavilion here?"

The young female cultivator's expression changed slightly, and she immediately invited Chen Yuan to the third floor.

The furnishings here are different from those in the Jinshan branch pavilion, and are divided into quiet rooms.

The young female cultivator took Chen Yuan into one of the quiet rooms. An old man was sitting behind a square table. He was wearing a yellow robe, had a kind face, and was sipping tea slowly.

The young female cultivator whispered a few words into the ear of the white-haired old man, and the yellow-robed old man nodded: "Got it, you can leave first."

The young female cultivator bowed and retreated, closing the door. The old man in yellow robe stood up, and the aura of the early stage of Jindan emanated from him.

He bowed and said with a smile, "I am Cao Zhiyuan, the steward of Baibao Pavilion. Manager Cheng is currently receiving a fellow Taoist and cannot spare the time. If you need anything, just tell me."

Chen Yuan bowed in return: "I am Chen Yuan, recommended by the shopkeeper Pei of your Jinshan branch, to come here to repair the magic weapon."

With a thought, he took out the brass token from the mustard seed ring and handed it to the old man in yellow robe.

The old man in yellow robe smiled and said, "Since you are acquainted with Junior Brother Pei, you are not an outsider. Please sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan sat down opposite him. The old man in yellow robe took out a pot of spiritual tea and two teacups from the mustard seed ring, filled them up himself, and placed them in front of Chen Yuan, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please take out the magic weapon you are going to repair and let me see it."

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed, Binghuan and Yuanluojia appeared out of thin air and slowly landed on the square table.

"Intermediary magic weapon?" The yellow-robed old man scanned it with his spiritual sense and showed surprise. "Please wait for a moment, fellow Taoist. I don't have enough authority. When it comes to mid-level magic weapons, only Manager Cheng can make the decision."

"No problem." Chen Yuan took back Binghuan and Yuantujia, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

The old man in yellow robe took out a sound transmission talisman from the mustard seed ring, put it to his lips, muttered a few words silently, raised his hand and let go. The sound transmission talisman passed through the door and flew out.

He smiled and said, "I have informed Manager Cheng about this matter, and he will be here soon."

Chen Yuan nodded, and the old man in yellow robe took the initiative to talk to him.

The two talked for quarter of an hour, and then the door of the quiet room opened silently, and a middle-aged monk walked in.

This man was dressed in black and had an ordinary appearance, but he was full of spiritual energy and had the cultivation level of the late Jindan stage.

He glanced around and stopped his gaze on Chen Yuan. He bowed and smiled apologetically: "I am Cheng Xianmo. I am sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, Fellow Daoist Chen."

Chen Yuan stood up and returned the greeting: "No problem."

Cheng Xianmo looked at the yellow-robed old man again and said, "Junior Brother Cao, Elder Qi from the Lingwu Sect is here to purchase a low-level magic weapon. I'd like you to receive him."

"Leave it to me." The old man in yellow robe responded, then clasped his fists and bowed to Chen Yuan, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm sorry to leave you."

Chen Yuan responded, "Fellow Daoist Cao, please do as you wish."

The old man in yellow robe walked out of the quiet room and closed the door.

Cheng Xianmo sat down opposite Chen Yuan, picked up the teapot, filled Chen Yuan with spiritual tea, and said with a smile: "I heard from Junior Brother Cao that Fellow Daoist Chen wanted to repair two mid-level magic weapons with Junior Brother Pei's token?"

"That's right, fellow Daoist, please have a look." Chen Yuan said as he took out the Binghuan and Yuanluo Armor from his Dantian.

Cheng Xianmo spread his spiritual sense and carefully examined them. He said, "These two magic weapons are badly damaged. If you want to restore them to their original state, it would be best to use thousand-year-old ice silk and the back armor of a seventh-level turtle monster to repair them. Junior Brother Pei should have told Fellow Daoist Chen about this, right?"

Chen Yuan nodded: "Yes, I have a back armor of a level 7 beast, but I lack the thousand-year-old ice silk. I wonder if your pavilion has this item?"

Cheng Xianmo said, "Thousand-year-old ice silk is produced in Hanzhou and is extremely rare. Our pavilion does have a few bundles, but they need to be transferred from the main pavilion. You will need to wait for a while, and the price is not cheap. Can you accept it?"

Chen Yuan said: "That's fine, Brother Cheng, please name your price."

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said, "This matter is not urgent. Please ask Brother Chen to take out the carapace for us to see."

Chen Yuan looked around and frowned, "This place is small, I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate them."

Cheng Xianmo was startled, then smiled and said, "It was Cheng who neglected it. Fellow Taoist, please follow me."

He stood up and walked out of the quiet room. Chen Yuan put away the two magic weapons, followed him down to the first floor, left the Treasure Pavilion through the back door, and came to a quiet courtyard.

Land in Fanyang market is extremely expensive, but Baibao Pavilion was able to build such a large courtyard in the center of the market, which shows how amazing its financial resources were.

Chen Yuan took out the beast's carapace. After Cheng Xianmo checked it, he nodded with satisfaction: "This carapace is enough to repair the tortoise shell. The pair of gloves will require at least five bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk, plus the remuneration of the weapon refining master, a total of one thousand high-grade spirit stones will be needed. Can you accept it?" (End of this chapter)