Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan reached out and picked up the golden bottle. The mouth of the bottle was sealed with a piece of celestial alloy, so not a trace of its aura would leak out.

Deacon Fu Yuan hurriedly warned, "Fellow Daoist, be careful. The sap of the Corrupting Heart Willow Tree can corrode everything. Only metal-elemental substances can restrain it. We demon generals will find it extremely difficult to withstand."

"If you wish to examine this bottle, you must use your demonic power to seal it, lest its poison leak out."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, his true essence surging within him. As it left his body, it transformed into pure demonic power, enveloping the golden bottle, and he slowly pulled out the stopper.

Chen Yuan immediately sensed that an invisible and intangible poisonous gas was drifting out of the bottle opening. His divine sense was corroded, and the true essence surrounding the golden bottle was being eroded by the poisonous gas and was also being slowly consumed.

He tilted the golden bottle slightly, and a drop of pale blue, rotten willow sap flew out, crystal clear, like a fine jade bead.

However, the true essence that enveloped the drop of rotten willow sap was being continuously consumed, and Chen Yuan had to replenish it with true essence at all times to prevent more poisonous gas from escaping.

Deacon Fu Yuan looked at the drop of tree sap, his expression changed slightly, and he reminded, "This poison corrodes true essence very strongly, and even we mid-level demon generals cannot withstand it for long."

"After you have examined it, please put the golden bottle back as soon as possible. If anything goes wrong, I am afraid that I will perish with you today."

Chen Yuan looked at the pale blue sap of the Corrupting Willow Tree and felt the true essence being slowly corroded. He nodded slightly and put it back into the golden bottle, sealing the poison gas with the stopper. Deacon Fu Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What he didn't know was that Chen Yuan could hold out for several hours without exhausting his true energy.

The sap from the Corrupting Willow Tree is indeed extremely toxic. If it were any other mid-level demon general, they could only last for a few hundred breaths before their demonic power was completely exhausted.

Chen Yuan had refined the blood of three kinds of true spirits, making his true essence exceptionally pure and abundant, far surpassing that of demon generals of the same level, and even high-level demon generals. He was almost comparable to a demon king. As long as he did not swallow it directly, he was not afraid of the poison of the Corrupting Heart Willow.

But he naturally wouldn't show off this ability in front of Steward Fuyuan. He put the golden bottle back on the table and picked up the clump of spider silk the size of a human head.

Deacon Fu Yuan said, "The venom of the Ghost-Faced Spider can only exist inside the Ghost-Faced Spider's body or in the spider silk it condenses itself. Otherwise, it will easily evaporate. Fellow Daoist, you must not remove it, or it will immediately dissipate into nothingness."

Chen Yuan nodded, exerted a little force, and pinched the ball of snow-white spider silk. It was light and flexible, and could easily resist the power of the demon general.

The deeper they went, the finer the spider silk became. In the deepest part, it was completely airtight, with only a thin layer of extremely fine spider web. A clump of black venom could be vaguely seen wrapped in the middle, gently rolling with Chen Yuan's movements.

He extended two fingers and suddenly chopped down with force, severing a section of spider silk to the astonished look of Deacon Fuyuan. On the snow-white cut surface of the spider silk was a dark spot, emanating a faint, eerie aura.

Chen Yuan placed the spider silk back on the table and said calmly, "As expected, it is the spider silk of the Ghost-Faced Spider Demon King. There's no need to look at the venom; if it were anything else, it would have already been absorbed by this clump of spider silk."

Deacon Fu Yuan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist has a keen eye. I wonder if you are satisfied with these two rare poisons?"

He wasn't surprised that Chen Yuan knew how to distinguish the spider silk of the Ghost-Faced Spider King, otherwise he wouldn't have sought to buy the Ghost-Faced Spider King's venom.

However, this spider silk was left by a mid-stage Void Refinement Demon King, and it was exceptionally tough. Chen Yuan only made a light slash, seemingly without exerting any force, and easily cut it off. His immense strength was unfathomable, far beyond what an ordinary mid-level Demon General could match.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "I want both of these rare poisons. Name your price."

Deacon Fu Yuan smiled and said, "Both of these rare poisons are extremely rare treasures, something you can only come across by chance."

"Moreover, this mass of Ghost-Faced Spider King venom contains as many as a hundred drops, making it extremely valuable."

"However, this establishment welcomes all guests. Since this is your first transaction with us, I will not ask for much."

"For just six hundred top-grade spirit stones, these two rare poisons will belong to you, fellow Daoist." Chen Yuan looked at the amiable and friendly-looking Deacon Fu Yuan, unmoved, and said indifferently, "Rare poisons have very limited uses. They are said to be able to kill demon kings, but in reality, they can't even get close to a demon king's body, and even preservation is difficult."

"These two rare poisons must have been stored in the Bloodtooth Tower's treasury for many years, right?"

"If I hadn't come here today, I don't know how many more years it would have taken before I saw the light of day again."

"Considering the considerable amount of venom from the Ghost-Faced Spider King, I will offer three hundred top-grade spirit stones."

Deacon Fuyuan shook his head repeatedly: "Fellow Daoist is joking. A rare poison that can threaten a demon king would cost at least five hundred and fifty top-grade spirit stones..."

Chen Yuan seemed a little impatient and said coldly, "I have no time to deal with your exorbitant demands. Let's settle for four hundred top-grade spirit stones."

"If you don't agree, I'll have to go to Wanren Tower. I'm sure Wanren Tower has plenty of rare poisons."

Deacon Fu Yuan laughed and said, "Wanren Tower is indeed comparable to this tower. As far as I know, it has three kinds of corrosive poisons, one more than this tower."

"But the venom of the Ghost-Faced Spider Demon King is only sold in this building throughout the entire Silver Tide City."

"This was sold to this building by a Ghost-Faced Spider Demon King at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm three thousand eight hundred years ago when he passed through Silver Tide City."

"If you miss this, fellow Daoist, finding a second clump of venom will be as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"Alright then, I won't argue with you any longer. As long as you take out four hundred and fifty spirit stones, I will immediately offer you these two rare poisons with both hands."

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, then uttered two words: "Deal."

After saying that, he raised his sleeve and flicked it, and hundreds of top-grade spirit stones appeared out of thin air on the table, piled up into a small mountain. The misty spiritual energy overflowed and condensed into spiritual mist, filling the room.

Deacon Fu Yuan laughed heartily, swept his divine sense across the pile of spirit stones, and collected them all: "Four hundred and fifty top-grade spirit stones, not a single one missing. Please put away your treasures, fellow Daoist."

Chen Yuan then put the golden bottle and spider silk into his mustard seed ring, stood up, and said calmly, "Farewell."

Deacon Fu Yuan rose to see him off, saying, "Fellow Daoist, please follow me."

As he spoke, he turned to open the door, but Chen Yuan stopped him: "Just go back the way you came."

Deacon Fu Yuan immediately understood that Chen Yuan did not want to leave from the twenty-fifth floor, and stopped in his tracks: "It was my oversight, fellow Daoist, please."

He went to the other side of the room, took out the jade token and waved it to dispel the array. He then pushed open the door and went out. The two of them walked back into the passage and came to the original stone platform, descending to the twenty-fourth floor.

Back in the quiet room, Deacon Fuyuan was about to push open the door when he suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Chen Yuan, "I have never heard of the Three-Tailed Crimson Crystal Scorpion, but the Ten Thousand Blade Tower is spread throughout the Mountain Moving Sacred Domain. Although there are no Demon Saint treasures for sale, the treasures below the Demon Saint level are no less than those of our tower. Perhaps there will be some clues."

"Furthermore, as far as I know, there seems to be a three-thousand-year-old Blood Bone Lotus in Yingfu Pavilion that has not been sold yet. If you want to buy a five-thousand-year-old Blood Bone Lotus, you might as well try your luck."

Chen Yuan stared at Deacon Fu Yuan, who looked sincere. Fu Yuan took out a jade token and handed it to Chen Yuan with both hands: "If you need anything in the future, you can bring this token to Blood Tooth Tower. I will definitely satisfy you."

Chen Yuan looked down and saw that the jade tablet was engraved with the words "Blood Teeth" on one side and "Floating Yuan" on the other. It was very exquisite and was made of top-grade spiritual materials.

He put away the jade token and said in a rough, hoarse voice, "I've remembered it." (End of Chapter)