Proving Immortality Starting with Hextech Runes

Inside the underground market, the faces of the monks coming and going were all covered with masks formed from their invitations.

Chen Xu stood at the edge of the somewhat crowded underground space, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

However, the trade fair had not yet officially started, and the stalls inside were all covered by a layer of light curtains.

Just then, a powerful pressure suddenly descended.

A figure appeared silently on the high platform in the center of the venue.

The man was dressed in a large black robe, his face completely hidden in the shadow of the hood.

The noisy underground space suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused on the figure in black robes.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Chen Xu looked at the black-robed cultivator on the high platform and thought to himself, "It seems this person is in charge of this trade fair..."

"Welcome to the Dark Pavilion Trade Fair." The cloaked monk's voice was calm, yet exuded an air of authority.

"I will only repeat the rules of the trade fair once, so please remember them well and don't make a mistake."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Firstly, any fighting or looting is strictly prohibited during the trade fair. Violators will be executed without mercy."

"Secondly, no interception or sabotage is allowed after the trade fair concludes."

"The Dark Pavilion will monitor the destination of every major transaction."

"If anyone harbors malicious intentions after the trade fair ends..."

The cloaked monk's tone became more forceful:

"No matter your sect or faction, or your level of cultivation, the Dark Pavilion will thoroughly investigate and reduce you to ashes!"

"This is the ironclad rule of the Dark Pavilion; I hope you will all respect it."

After saying that, he said no more, and with a flicker of his figure, he disappeared from the spot.

After listening to the rules of the trade fair, Chen Xu nodded to himself.

This rule seems to be protecting the safety of traders.

But ultimately, it's about protecting the reputation and long-term interests of the Dark Pavilion.

After all, if every trade fair ends with heavy casualties, the news will spread.

Who would dare to attend your trade fair?

Who would dare to trade truly good stuff?

Reputation is the lifeblood of such trading organizations.

The Dark Pavilion established this ironclad rule to reassure all cultivators.

With this sense of security, the Dark Pavilion can continue to attract visitors from all directions, gather rare treasures, and obtain a steady stream of profits.

As the cloaked monk left, the light curtain covering the stall slowly faded, revealing a dazzling array of items.

The trade fair has finally begun.

Chen Xu walked through the slightly crowded aisle, his eyes quickly scanning the stalls on both sides.

This underground space may not look large, but it is crammed with about a hundred stalls selling a wide variety of goods.

Most of them seemed to be individual sellers, but the items they displayed were indeed much better than those in the market outside.

Soon, Chen Xu's gaze settled on a stall.

Behind the stall sat an elderly man dressed in hemp clothing, whose cultivation level was approximately the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The stall displayed a number of high-quality medicinal herbs, as well as an ancient book, which was the alchemy inheritance that Chen Xu sought.

At this moment, the stall was surrounded by cultivators, most of whom were there for the alchemy inheritance.

Chen Xu stood calmly on the periphery of the crowd, his brows slightly furrowed.

He thought to himself that this inheritance might not be so easy to obtain.

Sure enough, the old man tapped his withered fingers lightly on the stall and said:

"Fellow Daoists, this alchemy inheritance is the culmination of my life's work."

"Exchange only, not for sale..."

"What do you wish to exchange for, my friend?" a burly man with an impatient temperament asked immediately.

The old man slightly raised his eyelids and slowly uttered three words: "Cleansing Dust Pill..."

The moment those three words were uttered, the previously noisy stall fell silent.

The group looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

"Dust-Cleansing Pill? What is that? I've never heard of it before!" The burly man scratched his head.

"Yes, fellow Daoist, what are the effects of this Cleansing Dust Pill? I have never heard of it before," another cultivator dressed as a scholar asked, bowing with a questioning tone.

Faced with the questions from the crowd, the old man simply shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes, and did not answer.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xu was overjoyed. He had three Cleansing Pills left over.

He then took a wooden box from his storage bag, squeezed to the front of the stall, and handed the box over:

"Is this what you desire, fellow Daoist?"

The old man took the wooden box, opened it a crack, and carefully examined it. A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

"Good! Good! Good!" The old man's voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

"My alchemy skills are now yours."

Without saying another word, he accepted the wooden box, raised his hand, and the ancient book on the stall landed steadily in Chen Xu's hands.

The onlookers were all stunned by what they saw.

"This...this is it? Someone actually has that Cleansing Pill?" The burly man's eyes widened.

The scholar-like cultivator beside him, unable to contain his curiosity, cupped his hands and asked, "Fellow Daoist, could you please enlighten me on the effects of this Cleansing Pill?"

The other cultivators echoed this sentiment, their eyes fixed intently on Chen Xu.

A pill that can be exchanged for a complete alchemy inheritance must have amazing effects, which naturally aroused everyone's curiosity.

After putting the ancient book into his storage bag, Chen Xu replied calmly:

"Fellow Daoists, please forgive my ignorance. I obtained this elixir by chance and have no idea of ​​its efficacy. You should inquire elsewhere."

After saying this, Chen Xu ignored everyone, clasped his hands slightly in greeting, and turned to leave.

"Just kidding... Information about the Cleansing Pill has always been kept secret by the major sects and aristocratic families."

"If I say another word today, I might not even know how I died..."

After internally complaining, Chen Xu continued browsing other stalls.

Although I didn't encounter any earth-attribute spiritual objects, there were quite a few things that piqued my interest.

As he was walking, a stall in a corner ahead caught his attention.

The stall was deserted, a stark contrast to the surrounding hustle and bustle.

The stall owner was a thin monk who was idly fiddling with a few pieces of animal bones on his stall.

The stall displayed dozens of jade slips and some broken items, with a simple wooden sign next to it that read: "Spirit Pet Cultivation Techniques".

Upon seeing this, Chen Xu's heart stirred slightly.

Such cultivation methods specifically designed for spirit pets are indeed rare in the Nanjiang area.

After all, resources in Nanjiang are scarce, and there are very few cultivators who are willing to invest resources in cultivating spirit pets.

Most cultivators are struggling to cultivate themselves, let alone care about spirit pets.

No wonder this stall is deserted...

The occasional monks passing by glanced at his stall, most of them showing disdain or ignoring it altogether.

A burly man passing by scoffed and muttered to his companion, "Tch, who'd spend spirit stones on cultivation techniques for a beast these days? They'd be better off buying a couple more bottles of pills!"

Just then, the gaunt stall owner caught a glimpse of Chen Xu stopping out of the corner of his eye and quickly stood up to introduce himself: "Fellow Daoist, are you interested in spirit pet cultivation techniques? You've truly come to the right place!"

"Look at these books, 'Mysterious Tortoise Strength,' 'Golden Demon Technique'... they're all excellent defensive demon cultivation methods!"

"When mastered to a high level, it becomes impervious to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire. In critical moments, it can even shield its master from a fatal blow—absolutely worth every penny!"