People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

The Space Trade Fair is an extremely secretive entity in Zhongzhou. Across the entire continent, only top powers and strong individuals know even a little about it.

The trade fair initially had no fixed organizer, but as the scale grew, three forces were eventually established to maintain order: the Earthly Sect, the Void Profound Sect, and the Treasure Appraisal Mountain.

In terms of reputation, these three sects are far less renowned than the Four Directions Pavilion, but in terms of foundation and strength, even behemoths like the Burning Flame Valley and the Heavenly Nether Sect would not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.

The Central Plains are a land of hidden talents, with its many powerful sects, such as the One Palace, One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, and Four Pavilions, but these are not the full extent of its strength. Many low-profile sects may seem unassuming, but they are actually incredibly powerful; it is only because they act with restraint that they have never come into the sight of ordinary experts.

These three organizations were selected by a group of discerning top experts through countless transactions, and their reputation is outstanding, so they rarely cause trouble.

It is precisely because of this that the Space Trade Fair has become increasingly prosperous under the joint control of the three sects. Even many reclusive experts would set out for the fair for the rare treasures that occasionally appeared in the world.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most prestigious trading place on the Dou Qi Continent. Even Heaven-rank Dou Techniques are not extremely rare here.

Of course, to acquire the treasure, one must offer a price that satisfies the seller. As for robbery? Absolutely not. Anyone who dares to cause trouble at the trade fair will not only face a joint attack from the three sects, but will also incite the hostility of all participants. After all, every powerful individual who enters this place has sworn an oath to attack any troublemaker.

Most top experts are trustworthy and keep their promises. Over the years, those who have taken the risk have all met with tragic ends. It is precisely these ironclad rules that have allowed the Space Trading Fair to grow stronger and stronger, attracting more and more top experts to gather here.

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The Space Trade Fair was held in a desolate desert in the northeastern region of Zhongzhou. This place was ravaged by sandstorms year-round, barren of any vegetation, with endless yellow sand stretching as far as the eye could see. On ordinary days, it was difficult to find even traces of birds and beasts, let alone human figures.

Such a barren land, with neither resources to seize nor strategic locations to defend, naturally failed to attract the attention of any power, and over time, it became a completely forgotten wasteland.

But no one would have imagined that in this desolate land, where even wild beasts would not set foot, the highest-level space trade fair in the Central Plains was hidden.

Just as the gale swept past, carrying sand and gravel, a faint ripple appeared on the calm void without warning. The ripple spread outwards, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from the distorted space.

The newcomer was dressed in a black robe, the hem of which fluttered in the wind and sand. He exuded a chilling aura, which was well concealed and went unnoticed by anyone. Without needing to say more, he was none other than Xiao Ling, who had come from Ancient Dragon Island to attend the meeting.

"It seems that this is the venue for the Space Trade Fair."

Xiao Ling looked around at the desolate landscape of endless yellow sand and murmured to himself. The trade fair was still three days away from officially opening, so arriving at this time wasn't too early, but it wasn't too late either.

After emerging from seclusion, he deliberately stayed on Gulong Island for a few more days to spend quality time with his beloved daughter. This time, it took quite a bit of persuasion to calm the little one down.

After all, he wasn't just here for the trade fair. Once things were settled here, he would head to the desolate ancient region to seek the opportunity of the Bodhi Tree.

Although with his current cultivation level of mid-stage two-star Dou Sheng, the opportunity to advance to Dou Sheng in the Bodhi Ancient Tree is no longer useful, he has no intention of missing it.

Xun'er's cultivation level is only one step away from the threshold of Dou Sheng. This opportunity can help her break through that barrier. Moreover, the Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Experience in the ancient tree will also be a rare experience for her. Naturally, there is no reason for her to miss it.

Xiao Ling collected his chaotic thoughts, his dark eyes slowly sweeping across the surroundings, and his boundless soul power spread out without reservation.

With just a cursory glance, he detected no fewer than a hundred auras hidden in the desert. The owners of these auras, even the weakest among them, possessed the cultivation of a three-star Dou Zun. Several of them even exhibited powerful fluctuations that had already reached the threshold of the peak of the nine-turn Dou Zun, and he even sensed several auras of the pressure of the half-saint level.

"As expected of the top trade fair in Zhongzhou, it attracts so many powerful figures." Xiao Ling sighed inwardly, a slightly mocking thought flashing through his mind, "If only I could gather all of them into the Myriad Soul Banner..."

However, he quickly shook his head with a laugh, dismissing the absurd idea from his mind.

The main purpose of this trip to the Space Trade Fair is to obtain the Nine-Colored Origin Stone and the Remnant of the Pure Lotus Demon Flame Diagram; there's no need to cause any more trouble.

Immediately, Xiao Ling withdrew his gaze from surveying his surroundings, lightly touched the air with his toes, and his figure flashed into the depths of the desert like a ghost, remaining silent throughout without alerting anyone.

The raging sandstorms along the way, carrying pebbles and gravel, howled towards him, but as soon as they came within a hundred meters of him, the violent sandstorms would automatically recede like a tide and vanish into thin air. What would be deadly to an ordinary person was nothing but a hindrance to Xiao Ling, a mid-stage two-star Dou Sheng, not even causing the slightest obstacle.

In just a few breaths, Xiao Ling had already penetrated deep into the desert. With a light touch of his feet, he rose from the ground and steadily climbed to the top of an extremely steep sand dune.

He looked up and gazed at the other side of the sand dunes. In the depression surrounded by towering sand dunes, a massive spatial black hole, hundreds of feet in size, was slowly rotating. From the depths of the dark opening, faint spatial fluctuations emanated, carrying a subtle suction force that quietly drew in the surrounding air currents.

At this moment, from time to time, several powerful figures would swoop down from the surrounding sand dunes, their figures flashing as they plunged into the spatial black hole and disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Ling gazed at the massive, slowly rotating black hole in space, a hint of understanding flashing in his deep eyes. He parted his thin lips slightly and murmured to himself, "It seems this is the entrance to the Space Trade Fair."

He stroked his chin with his fingertips, a playful smile appearing in his eyes, his tone casual: "But now that we're here, there's no need to go through the trouble of entering through that spatial passage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ling's lips curled up slightly. With a thought, a faint spatial fluctuation suddenly surged around him, spreading out in layers like ripples on a calm lake.

His figure gradually became ethereal within the ripples, and within a few breaths, he completely merged into the void, disappearing without a trace, leaving not even a trace of his aura behind.

When Xiao Ling's figure reappeared, he was already in another independent space.

Above him was a gray sky, and the surrounding space energy surged and churned, making hissing sounds as it cut through the air. But when this energy touched him, it dissipated on its own like melting ice and snow, without even stirring his clothes.

Xiao Ling lowered his eyes and looked down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Below was a fairly large market town, with people bustling among the scattered buildings.

"It seems we've arrived at our destination."

Looking down at the bustling market town, Xiao Ling's lips curled into a smile of interest. He thought to himself, "I should really take a good look around now. Maybe I can find some good stuff."

With his current formidable mental strength, finding some overlooked treasures at this trade fair shouldn't be difficult for him.

Although with his current cultivation level, there were probably few things in this market that would truly catch his eye, the novelty of finding a bargain still stirred a sense of anticipation in his heart. After all, he wanted to experience this kind of protagonist-only scenario firsthand. With this in mind, Xiao Ling moved, and like a feather, he slowly drifted down to the street below. The surrounding space rippled slightly, and a faint aura of concealment completely enveloped him. Despite the bustling crowds and noise below, no one could detect his presence.

The next moment, Xiao Ling's figure landed steadily on the street, swaggering into the bustling crowd, his eyes curiously looking around.

On both sides of the street, rows of blue stone platforms were neatly arranged. On the platforms, scrolls trembled slightly in mid-air, weapons gleamed with cold light, and various magical cores shimmered with iridescent light. The fragrance of medicine wafted slowly from the jade bottles, and a faint spiritual light lingered around them, indicating that these were no ordinary items.

Behind the stone platform, figures sat cross-legged, their auras powerful and profound. Some had their eyes closed in meditation, while others had sharp eyes. Clearly, none of them were easy to deal with.

"Earth Demon Leg, a high-level Earth-rank combat skill!"

"Tai Xuan Jue, a high-level Earth-rank cultivation technique!"

"Transformation Pill, a high-grade seventh-rank pill!"

"Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Spirit Ginseng!"

The shouts and calls filled the air as Xiao Ling's gaze swept across the dazzling array of rare and exotic items. Many of these items would surely make even a peak Dou Zun expert's heart burn with desire and longing.

However, given Xiao Ling's current perspective, these things are still not worthy of his attention.

The street wasn't very long, only a few hundred meters. Xiao Ling strolled around for a while and walked from one end to the other.

However, after this visit, a sense of disappointment inevitably arose in my heart. Those who could set foot in this spatial trading fair were indeed people with exceptional vision; naturally, there wasn't a single treasure that one could find at a bargain price.

Most of the items displayed on the street did not catch his eye, but he bartered with a few rare medicinal herbs that he had never collected before to enrich his medicinal herb reserves.

Just as Xiao Ling was casually looking around at the stalls, his mind suddenly stirred, and his gaze followed the faint energy fluctuations, landing directly on a stall in the corner in front of him.

In front of the stall sat a gaunt old man, dressed in drab, coarse cloth clothes. He sat cross-legged, his cloudy eyes half-open and half-closed, his aura so bland as to be almost nonexistent.

On the bluestone platform in front of the old man, there were a few objects casually placed. They were not particularly eye-catching, so passersby hurried by and very few people were willing to stop and take a closer look.

Only one thing held Xiao Ling's gaze firmly.

It was a seven-colored raw stone, about half the size of a fist. On its surface, seven distinct colored lines meandered and flowed, and a warm and pure special energy was slowly emanating from its core.

With such a striking and eye-catching appearance, almost anyone who steps into this space trade fair can recognize it at a glance; it is the legendary seven-colored raw stone.

In terms of rarity alone, the Seven-Colored Origin Stone is indeed a rare spirit stone on the Dou Qi Continent, with very few in number.

Although passersby all knew its origin, few paid it any attention. The root cause was that this creature was too deeply bound to the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python, rendering it utterly useless to other cultivators.

Not to mention, it is a well-known fact that the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python has long been extinct, which greatly reduces the value of this Seven-Colored Raw Stone.

Even though some snake-like magical beasts with a bit of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python bloodline can barely absorb the energy inside the stone, the absorption efficiency is pitifully low and completely disproportionate to its exchange value.

Occasionally, a few people considered collecting it, but the price quoted by the withered old man was outrageously high. After weighing the options, everyone had no choice but to give up, and no one was willing to waste their energy on this almost useless thing.

"I'll take this seven-colored rough stone. Name your price."

A clear voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in front of the stall.

Upon hearing the sound, the gaunt old man behind the stone platform trembled almost imperceptibly. His cloudy eyes snapped open, and when he looked up, he discovered that a young man in a black robe had somehow appeared before him. A sense of surprise washed over the old man; when had the man approached? He hadn't noticed at all!

The fact that this young man could appear silently right under his nose meant that his cultivation level was far beyond his comprehension.

However, upon further reflection, this is a spatial trading fair, with the ironclad rules set by the three sects to deter any powerful individuals from engaging in plundering or extortion here.

The old man quickly suppressed his shock, composed himself, and looked in the direction Xiao Ling was pointing at the seven-colored raw stone. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were weighing it in his hand, before he slowly and deliberately spoke:
"Two eighth-grade pills with three-color thunder or above."

"Here you go, I'll take the stuff."

Xiao Ling nodded slightly, and before he finished speaking, a pill bottle was between his fingers, which he casually tossed towards the old man. The pill bottle sliced ​​through the air, leaving a faint whistling sound, and landed precisely in front of the old man.

Before the latter could reach out to take it, a gentle suction force surged from Xiao Ling's palm, and the seven-colored raw stone lying quietly on the stone platform instantly transformed into a stream of light, shooting straight into his palm.

Without any hesitation, he turned and left in a flash.

Seeing how decisive and efficient the young man was, the withered old man suddenly stood up. Just as he was about to say something, he looked up and found that the figure in the black robe had already disappeared into the bustling crowd without leaving a trace.

"What's going on? Are they robbing us?"

The moment this thought crossed his mind, the old man's heart tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to catch the bottle, his fingertips trembling as he pulled out the stopper.

A rich and mellow fragrance of pills instantly filled the air. Inside the bottle lay two lustrous pills, their surfaces adorned with three faint patterns of pill lightning, clearly genuine Grade 8 Three-Colored Pill Lightning Pills.

The old man finally breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease. (End of Chapter)