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Not to mention owning one, Wei Zhong had never even seen a mid-grade spirit stone. He had only heard of such a treasure in the jade slips of the Qingya Sect.

It is a general equivalent that circulates among cultivators in the mid-to-late stages of Foundation Establishment and even Core Formation.

Normally worth one hundred low-grade spirit stones, but in actual exchange, one stone can be exchanged for more than one hundred and thirty or forty.

Wei Zhong has low-grade spirit stones, but someone has to be willing to exchange them for him.

And now, where can Wei Zhong find someone to exchange it with?

"I wonder how much the Guiyuan Fuma Pill you mentioned, senior, is worth in mid-grade spirit stones?"

The other party admitted:

"This pill is a genuine second-grade high-quality spiritual pill, and the medicinal materials required for its refining are rare, making it very difficult to complete..."

"Each one is worth around twenty mid-grade spirit stones on the market."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong gasped.

This price is simply too expensive. It's not a question of whether Wei Zhong has mid-grade spirit stones or not, but rather that he simply doesn't have that much wealth.

Even if you sell Wei Zhong and plunder everything, it still won't be enough.

Seeing Wei Zhong's troubled expression and his strong desire for the Restoration Pill, Shen Xiaolou couldn't help but send a telepathic message:

"Brother Wei, do you really need this elixir?"

Wei Zhong nodded, making no attempt to hide his agreement.

"My father has been seriously injured for many years and urgently needs this elixir..."

Upon hearing that Wei Zhong's father was injured, Shen Xiaolou's expression softened for a moment, as if she had thought of something.

"In that case, I'll provide the spirit stones needed for this elixir."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong was immediately taken aback:

"Young fellow Daoist."

The other party didn't say much, just smiled, picked up a storage bag from his pocket, and handed it to the Foundation Establishment cultivator opposite him for inspection.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator was overjoyed. After receiving the storage bag, he immediately saw that it was filled with twenty mid-grade spirit stones.

He returned the storage bag to Shen Xiaolou, who then rolled up the shop in front of him:

"Please wait a moment, both of you. Do not leave. I will go and fetch the elixir from my senior brother."

After leaving these words, the other party immediately transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the sky.

While the other party was away, Wei Zhong pulled Shen Xiaolou to continue strolling around the temporary market, while inquiring about the price of the Guiyuan Fuma Pill.

"This elixir is extraordinary. Young friend, let alone buying it, even an ordinary person would find it difficult to catch a glimpse of it."

"The medicinal herbs required for refining this pill are rare, and currently they can only be produced in the Heavenly Demon Secret Realm of my Medicine King Valley."

"Only the three True Immortals of our sect and a few of their personal disciples are capable of refining this pill."

"It's fair to say that we haven't seen a single one produced in years..."

After questioning several Foundation Establishment cultivators from Medicine King Valley, Wei Zhong finally became certain that the stern-faced Foundation Establishment cultivator had not lied to him.

After wandering around for a while, the person finally returned.

He handed the elixir bottle to Wei Zhong:

"Here you go. This pill was obtained with great difficulty from my senior brother. If I hadn't heard of your filial piety, I'm afraid my senior brother wouldn't have agreed to give it to me."

Wei Zhong happily accepted it and examined it. He then realized that the pill was indeed a high-level healing pill with mild medicinal properties and the ability to repair injuries.

As for whether it is true or not, Wei Zhong has not yet been able to confirm it.

Seeing this, Shen Xiaolou handed over the storage bag and casually asked:

"May I ask your name, senior? We will never forget your kindness!"

The other party took the storage bag, smiled slightly, and generously displayed his disciple token. The token was blue with a black border and the two large characters "Song Ting" in the center.

"Song Ting, the Medicine King Sect: If you two young friends have any questions about the Guiyuan Fuma Pill, you may come here to ask me during the pill competition."

The other party was quite open and honest, showing no concern whatsoever that Wei Zhong would cause him trouble afterward.

Leaving the market, Wei Zhong searched his belongings, his face hesitant:

"Fellow Daoist Shen..."

The other party smiled upon hearing this:

"Brother Wei, if you are not used to being addressed as such, you may call me Fellow Daoist, or you may simply call me by my name."

Wei Zhong solemnly bowed and expressed his gratitude:

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Shen for his assistance. I, Wei, will certainly repay these twenty mid-grade spirit stones in the future. Also..."

Wei Zhong took out a magical artifact from his storage bag, which was the "Gold-Seeking Plate" that he had obtained from the bald-headed array master.

Wei Zhong couldn't discern the specific grade of this item; it appeared to be an antique.

Given its connection to formation masters and Shen Xiaolou's title of "Breaking the Formation," Wei Zhong guessed that the other party might be interested in this item.

Sure enough, when Wei Zhong took out the gold-finding tray, Shen Xiaolou couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Huh!"

"This thing, could it be...?"

He took the treasure from Wei Zhong, examined it closely, and stroked the patterns on the plate, his face showing both surprise and joy.

"It really is a gold-hunting compass!"

Look up at Wei Zhong:

"Brother Wei is truly blessed to possess such a treasure."

"It really is good stuff..."

Wei Zhong shook his head and smiled, explaining the origin of the item, and then asked:

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this treasure, Fellow Daoist Shen?"

The other party couldn't help but nod:

"I'm very satisfied, absolutely very satisfied!"

He picked up the gold-finding tray and couldn't help but admire it:

"Based on the spiritual patterns, materials, and crafting methods of this object, it should be a replica of the ancient gold-seeking plate."

"The Gold-Seeking Compass is a tool for divination based on feng shui, celestial phenomena, and earth veins."

"The most powerful can use it to divine destiny and know good and bad fortune."

"This plate is a replica. Although it does not have such exaggerated power, it is more than enough to divinate the life and death gates of the formation and the location of the formation base."

"With this, my array formation ability will increase by at least 20%."

"In that case, I congratulate Brother Shen!"

Upon hearing Wei Zhong's address, Shen Xiaolou smiled wryly, examined the gold-finding plate in her hand, and said:

"Although this gold-seeking plate is a replica, it is still quite valuable, even more expensive than the Guiyuan Fuma Pill that you just bought."

"Such a treasure, you're really giving it to me?"

Wei Zhong showed no regret, his expression calm:

A gentleman's word is as good as his bond.

"Great!" Shen Xiaolou couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and pat Wei Zhong on the shoulder:

"I was right about you, Brother Wei. You are indeed a person worth getting to know better."

The two returned to the separate courtyard. Upon learning that Wei Zhong had spent a great deal of money to purchase a spiritual pill, Yang Jingting nodded:

"You are a filial son."

"Brother Wei's injuries are indeed beyond what ordinary second-tier spiritual pills can cure. This Guiyuan Fuma Pill is just the right medicine for his condition."

"However, this elixir is rare; even I, an old man, have no way to purchase it. How come you..."

"Perhaps my disciple is just lucky."

Yang Jingting saw Shen Xiaolou fiddling with the gold-finding tray in his hand, tugging at his white beard, and muttering:

"worth!"

Lin Qingyuan nodded:

"I was indeed lucky. I once saw this kind of elixir at an auction. The cultivators bid against it, and it was sold for eighteen mid-grade spirit stones."

"Twenty and eighteen, not much difference."

Wei Zhong nodded, turned around and saw Shen Xiaolou fumbling with the gold-finding compass, then turned back to his two masters and asked:

"I wonder, what was the price of that Foundation Establishment Pill at the auction?"

Yang Jingting did not reply, but his eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence.

Lin Qingyuan pondered for a moment, then said:

"More than ten thousand low-grade spirit stones."