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"It's finally here."

Zhang Lingyu calmed herself down and looked at the token in the other person's hand along with the other cultivators present.

This object is completely black, about the size of a palm, with a rough surface and no spiritual light flowing through it. At first glance, it looks like a fragment of some abandoned magical artifact.

There are several irregular gaps along the edges, as if it had been broken off and then haphazardly pieced back together.

Anyone who saw it would think it was just a piece of scrap metal casually made in a secular blacksmith's shop.

"Fellow Daoist, please introduce what you have in your hand. Who asks for spiritual items right off the bat?"

Wan Zhenshan squinted, his tone very impolite. Even if it was his first time here and he didn't know the rules, so many people had traded items just now; he should have learned by watching.

"Yes, yes, I'll introduce it right away."

The cultivator was quite startled by these words and quickly explained, "This was passed down from my ancestors. They said it was extremely valuable and we must take good care of it and not lose it..."

"If it's so important that it can't be lost, why are you offering it for exchange?"

"Yeah, if you trade it away, won't your ancestors turn into ghosts and come after you? Haha."

These words immediately drew ridicule from many people. Many of those present had already used their divine sense to examine it and found it to be nothing more than an ordinary object.

They're probably using this as a gimmick to exchange for cultivation resources.

No...no.

The man hurriedly waved his hand, trying desperately to cover up his thoughts, but after saying that the item was passed down from his ancestors, he could no longer explain it clearly.

Upon seeing this scene, Wan Zhenshan frowned slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist, may I borrow this item to take a look?"

"Naturally, naturally."

The cultivator quickly handed over the token. Wan Zhenshan examined it briefly and, like everyone else, couldn't find anything unusual about it.

Moreover, with the slightest force applied, the token seemed as if it would shatter at any moment.

"It really is just a piece of scrap metal..."

He pondered to himself, but couldn't say it outright. He could only smile wryly and say, "Fellow Daoists, my strength is shallow, and I really can't see through the tricks inside. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You jest, Steward Wan."

Everyone immediately understood. If even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't detect anything unusual, what did that mean?

This is just a piece of scrap metal; there's nothing unusual about it.

The man understood Wan Zhenshan's meaning and quickly explained, "Everyone, what I said is true, there is absolutely no falsehood. I just want to exchange it for a wood-attribute spiritual item."

"Haha, you still want wood-attribute spiritual items? If you do, then bring out some good stuff."

At this point, many people were already laughing out loud, and were just short of telling the other party to get lost.

"Fellow Daoist, please keep this item safe. If you want to exchange it for wood-attribute spiritual items, then bring out something substantial. This is a trade fair; don't tarnish the reputation of my Jade Pearl Pavilion."

Wan Zhenshan shook his head helplessly, and was about to return the token when he heard the person beside him say:

"Steward Wan, please allow me to take a look at this item."

"Um?"

The man was slightly taken aback, and everyone present turned to look at the source of the sound.

This was the exact location where Zhang Lingyu was, and it was he who had just spoken.

"it is good."

Wan Zhenshan did not refuse and, after asking the person in question for their opinion, immediately handed the token to them.

Zhang Lingyu stroked the token in his hand, and just like the Heavenly Jade Pendant from back then, it showed no abnormalities. Neither magic power nor divine sense had any effect.

If the intelligence hadn't said it was a key to a secret realm, he would never have believed it, even if you beat him to death.

So he pretended to observe for a while, then said, "Okay, I'll take this!"

"What?"

Everyone thought they had misheard; was there really someone willing to be a sucker and buy this piece of scrap metal?

Or did the other party really figure out something fishy?

Many of the cultivators present began to ponder this, and one of them couldn't help but say:

"I'm willing to switch, to use a third-tier wood-attribute spirit item."

"Fellow Daoist, you wouldn't exchange it earlier, but now that someone wants to, you're raising the price. Don't you understand the rules?"

Wan Zhenshan couldn't stand it anymore. Although he had some doubts, he couldn't say it outright. He wondered if the trade fair could continue if this person broke the rules like this.

"Hehe, why don't we ask the owner of the token? Let's see what he has to say?"

The cultivator who was driving up the price looked at the timid cultivator, then at Zhang Lingyu, as if showing off his successful scheme.

Even a fool would know which to choose between a second-tier and a third-tier spirit creature.

"this..."

The cultivator was in a dilemma. He naturally wanted a third-tier spiritual item, but how could he face Zhang Lingyu if he did so?

After struggling for a moment, just as he was about to speak, Zhang Lingyu unexpectedly spoke up:

"I enjoy collecting antiques, so I suddenly felt like making a deal. Since this fellow Daoist wants it, then I won't."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, not expecting that the other party's reason for exchanging the token was based on their own interests and hobbies. Since it was something they could take or leave, then the token was truly just an ordinary object.

"Then I don't want it either."

The cultivators who wanted to seize this item also made a quick decision and gave up. They thought it would be a good thing, but they almost got scammed.

Wan Zhenshan couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out a curse:

"You son of a bitch, don't you know any manners?!"

Such a dramatic scene at the trade fair was a slap in the face to him.

The cultivator who snatched the token was terrified. Amidst the surrounding laughter, he lowered his head and refused to speak again.

Then Wan Zhenshan looked at Zhang Lingyu and asked with a hint of apology, "Fellow Daoist, are you still willing to make the exchange?"

"It's not impossible. We can exchange it for a second-tier wood-attribute spiritual item, the Mysterious Root of the Toon Tree. Fellow Daoist, would you be willing?"

"this..."

The cultivator looked troubled. Although the Chunmu Xuangen was also a second-tier wood-attribute spiritual object, after the disturbance just now, it was much worse than the Silver Hook Grass.

"Damn it! If it weren't for that person interfering, I would have gotten the Silver Hook Grass already!"

He cursed inwardly, then quickly nodded and said, "I agree, thank you for your kindness... thank you, fellow Daoist."

The reason for the rush was that he was afraid Zhang Lingyu would change his mind, and then he would really get nothing.

"I'll leave that to you, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Lingyu remained expressionless, secretly relieved. After putting away the token, he handed over the Chunmu Xuan Root.

As the turmoil subsided, the remaining members made their requests, but unfortunately, the items they asked for were either of very high quality or extremely difficult to find, so they came up with almost nothing.

Zhang Lingyu also indicated that he needed a soul cultivation technique. Although many people were willing to exchange it, the requirements were really outrageous.

Either exchange a fourth-tier spiritual item for a high-grade Foundation Establishment magic weapon.

He simply couldn't afford it at the moment, so he had to give up.

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As dawn broke, the underground trade fair finally came to an end, and the dozens of cultivators dispersed.

Zhang Lingyu also left silently. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he blend into the crowd and leave the market.

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