A daily divination, from family tortoise shells to immortal clans.

The next morning.

Chen Qingmo walked out of the cave and saw Chen Qingyang coming over.

"Big brother, what's the matter?"

Chen Qingmo had already made some guesses based on the divination.

"Qingmo, let's go to the market today to buy some materials that the clan urgently needs. Come with me."

Chen Qingyang got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"really."

Chen Qingmo thought to himself, then offered his suggestion:

"Brother, although the Wu family has been quiet for a long time, we still need to be cautious."

"Among the clan members, only Eleventh Uncle is currently free. We might as well have him secretly follow us. If nothing happens, all the better; but if something unexpected does occur, we'll have someone to deal with it."

He couldn't possibly reveal the matter of being a rogue cultivator; only by using the Wu family, his current enemy, could he gain the trust of others.

Although he could refuse Chen Qingyang, these clansmen had treated him very well, so he should avoid these troubles if possible.

Chen Qingyang pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The two immediately went to Chen Minglu's cave. After hearing their concerns, Chen Minglu agreed to secretly follow them.

However, he had one condition: he would not intervene unless Chen Qingmo and the other person were truly in a situation beyond his control.

Chen Minglu, being a self-taught cultivator, naturally knew that only in life-or-death battles could one unleash their greatest potential, and that by always hiding under the protection of their elders, they would never truly become successful.

After the three reached an agreement, they set off for the market.

Chen Qingyang first went to the Jinquan Chamber of Commerce to purchase a large amount of medicinal materials needed for alchemy, and then strolled through the streets of the market.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Seeing him wandering aimlessly, Chen Qingmo couldn't help but ask him something.

"The elder told me to find a suitable young demon beast to serve as a guardian beast for the spirit field."

Chen Qingyang glanced at some stalls selling cubs and shook his head from time to time.

After exploring most of the market, the two had lost some hope.

……

"Silver wolf cubs, reasonably priced, essential for guarding your home."

Suddenly, a shout caught their attention.

At the stall ahead, two small animals were locked in two iron cages.

One of them had silver-white fur and looked very similar to an adult silver wolf.

The other one was grayish-black, except for its eyes, which were the same color as the silver-white one.

"Shopkeeper, is this also a silver wolf cub? It looks like a gray wolf cub."

Chen Qingyang pointed at the small gray-black beast, his face filled with disbelief.

"Go away! Don't talk nonsense if you're not buying it. I found this in the Silver Wolf's den, how could it be from a Gray Wolf!"

The stall owner was very rude and seemed intent on kicking people out.

"It's just a question, why are you getting so worked up? Did I just guess right?"

Chen Qingyang smiled slightly and squatted down to observe the two wolf cubs.

How much?

"One hundred spirit stones each."

The stall owner held up one finger and stated the price.

"Are you robbing me? Let alone whether this black one is a silver wolf or not, even if it is, it's only worth eighty spirit stones."

I'll state my price: 140 spirit stones for both. Any higher and I'm leaving.

Chen Qingyang started to lower the price.

"make a deal!"

The stall owner's cultivation level was only at the third level of Qi Refining, and he had acquired two small beasts by chance. He didn't know the value of the two cubs, but he heard a passing cultivator say that the silvery-white beasts looked like silver wolves.

Therefore, he sold it directly as a silver wolf at a high price, but for a long time, no one came to his stall.

Now that a buyer has finally come along, he wants to sell as soon as possible.

"Oops, I gave too much."

Seeing the stall owner's quick agreement, Chen Qingyang realized that the man was not knowledgeable and that what he had just done was just a bluff.

However, he wouldn't back out; the price was reasonable.

After handing the spirit stones to the stall owner, Chen Qingyang and Chen Qingmo each picked up a cage and prepared to leave.

"Hey kid, wait a minute. I've got my eye on these two silver wolves too, let me have them! Shopkeeper, I'll offer you 150 spirit stones."

A voice came from behind them. The two turned around and saw a group of menacing-looking people walking towards them. The leader's aura was about the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"You are being very unruly. I have already made my purchase, and there is no reason for a store to take it back and resell it."

Chen Qingyang was somewhat angry, as the other party's tone clearly indicated ill intent.

"Yes, elder brother, since these two fellow Daoists have already made the purchase, I cannot interfere."

Seeing that this group of people were not to be trifled with, the stall owner did not dare to offend them, so he declined and immediately put away the spirit stones and ran away.

The leader gave a signal, and one person in the group quietly left.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate for a long time. It was not advisable to resort to force in this market, otherwise the law enforcement officers from several major families would come.

"Kid, who are you from? Tell me and maybe I'll let you go."

Seeing that the other party's cultivation level was not very high, Chen Qingyang said sternly:

"I am a cultivator from the Chen family of Tai Xuan. My family has elders who are in the late stage of Qi Refining. If you have the guts, try it and see if you can escape unscathed."

Chen Qingmo, standing to the side, secretly cried out in alarm, not expecting Chen Qingyang to say it out loud.

He originally intended to pass the buck to the Wu family, but he was a step too late. Fortunately, he still had a backup plan.

"The Chen family of Tai Xuan!"

The leader pretended to ponder for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence:

"Consider yourselves lucky. I hope I don't run into you two alone outside."

After saying this, they left the market.

"Brother, you've acted rashly! How could you reveal your own name? Do you really think this group of rogue cultivators will let us go so easily?"

Seeing Chen Qingmo's worried expression, Chen Qingyang felt a pang of regret:

"Qingmo, I was blinded by anger and blurted it out without thinking. But this time, with Uncle Eleven protecting us from the shadows, we should both be fine."

Chen Qingmo did not answer. According to Uncle Eleven, he would only make a move if he encountered someone he was no match for.

The leader was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. With the help of a mid-grade magic weapon, the two of them could barely hold their own, but they might not receive immediate assistance.

"I'm afraid those people will target us. We only rode ordinary horses this time, and it will take an hour to get to Tai Xuan Mountain at full speed. We'd better go back as soon as possible."

"good!"

Chen Qingyang nodded, and after securing the animal cage, the two rode back.

Along the way, the two kept an eye on their surroundings and dared not let their guard down.

When he saw the main stream of the Xinghe River, and knew he was only halfway back to his clan, Chen Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qingmo, those people didn't come with us."

Chen Qingmo still dared not relax. There was a dense forest beside the Xinghe River, a good place to hide.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Suddenly, several arrows flew out of the forest and shot towards the two of them.

Chen Qingmo unleashed spiritual power, deflecting some of the arrows.

However, the horses beneath them were unfortunately struck and fell to the ground, but Chen Qingmo and Chen Qingyang managed to jump off in time and were unharmed.

The cage flew over and rolled to the side, where the wolf cubs inside howled in pain.

"Those two brats are quite wary, still keeping their guard up against us after all this time. If I could afford a good bow, I would have riddled them with bullets."

Several figures slowly emerged from the woods. Although their faces were covered, their voices revealed them to be people from the market.

"These rogue cultivators—no, they should be called Tribulation cultivators—are truly determined to incur the wrath of my clan."

Chen Qingmo now fully understood that these people were probably engaged in robbery, judging from their appearance, they were almost certainly the ones in the picture.

"Kid, this isn't robbery, it's borrowing, don't you understand?"

The leader spoke eloquently, but he had already charged towards Chen Qingyang.

He sensed that Chen Qingyang's cultivation was higher, and that if he killed Chen Qingyang, the remaining Chen Qingmo would not escape either.

Seeing the enemy attack, Chen Qingyang produced a long spear in his hand. He had purchased a larger storage bag to store his weapon.

The two exchanged blows, and Chen Qingyang was sent flying more than ten meters away, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

That Jie Xiu was also not in good shape; the spear tip grazed his arm, leaving a wound.

"A mid-grade magic weapon!? That's even more unacceptable."