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

"Greetings, Master Iron Sword!"

Everyone in the chamber of commerce greeted them in unison.

Chen Qingmo and the other younger generation were initially confused, but after seeing the reaction of their elders, they quickly followed suit and bowed.

"Little Zhao, your chamber of commerce has a lot of good stuff. I'm quite envious."

Iron Sword Master spoke with a smile.

"Don't joke with me, old man. Didn't the Chamber of Commerce already pay you five hundred spirit stones as compensation?"

Zhao Hanfeng was extremely respectful and didn't care at all about the title "Iron Sword Master".

Iron Sword Master looks young, but he is actually an old monster who has lived for over a hundred years. Calling this forty or fifty-year-old man "Little Zhao" is perfectly acceptable.

"Hahaha, I'm not really going to take anything from you, what are you afraid of?"

Master Tiejian laughed loudly, then found a seat and ignored everyone else.

Zhao Hanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had invited Master Tiejian to keep order, he dared not overstep his bounds in front of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, Master Tiejian is a man of his word, only doing what he's paid for. He just likes to joke around and tease junior cultivators occasionally, but among the three Foundation Establishment cultivators in Lin Yuan County, he has the best temper.

After Chen Qingmo saw that Master Tiejian had sat down, two groups of people came over to greet him.

However, they all met with a cold shoulder and were driven away by Master Tiejian with a cold snort.

Chen Qingmo looked at his two uncles, somewhat puzzled.

Chen Mingyi then whispered:

"Those are people from two major Foundation Establishment families, but their ancestors had a falling out with Iron Sword True Person. It seems they want to bury the hatchet, but True Person isn't very appreciative."

But thinking about it, it makes sense. He's a Foundation Establishment cultivator; what right do we, mere Qi Refining cultivators, have?

Chen Qingmo suddenly realized.

Just then, Zhao Hanfeng began to explain the trade fair process, so he focused his attention on the center of the hall.

The trade fair lasts for three days, during which anyone wishing to sell goods can apply for a stall.

The Jinquan Chamber of Commerce will initially offer some treasures for sale, after which everyone will trade among themselves.

Because many other people from various counties and towns came this time, it took about half an hour to clarify the whole process.

It was already late, and after everyone dispersed, they returned to the rooms arranged by the Chamber of Commerce to rest.

Chen Qingmo was somewhat tired after traveling for a long time during the day.

He stopped meditating and cultivating. He habitually glanced at the hexagram in his sea of ​​consciousness and, finding nothing unusual, fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

A knock came at the door, and Chen Qingmo opened it sleepily, only to find Chen Mingyi standing there.

"Uncle Jiu, are we setting up the stall now?"

Chen Mingyi shook his head and said:

"Why set up a stall? The Jinquan Chamber of Commerce has taken out some treasures; go see if you need anything."

Many independent cultivators have already gone there; your eleventh uncle went ahead of time. Wash up and come quickly.

The Jinquan Chamber of Commerce occupies a vast area, divided into front and back sections. The guest rooms are located in the back courtyard of the Jinquan Chamber of Commerce, a short distance from the trade fair venue.

After tidying up briefly, Chen Qingmo followed Chen Mingyi to the floor where the Jinquan Chamber of Commerce was selling treasures.

After watching the entire event, he discovered that most of the items were for late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and the only Foundation Establishment treasure was something no one could afford.

Neither of the two uncles had any intention of buying these things. Although the family offerings had been resolved, they couldn't afford to squander them.

After leaving this place, Chen Qingmo followed his two uncles to the stall that his family had applied for.

"Qingmo, you set out some of the goods for sale. Mingyi and I will split up and search for anything the family needs."

They had already informed Chen Qingmo of the lowest price and were not worried that he was unfamiliar with the market.

As for robbery, no one would dare to do such a thing under the nose of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Chen Qingmo placed some of the spirit rice and materials he had brought from his clan on his stall, and then casually placed a few talismans he had made himself.

With the Chen family sign hanging behind him, a person soon came to inquire about the price.

"Young man, how much is your spirit rice?"

The newcomer was a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, whose cultivation level was similar to Chen Qingmo's.

"Fellow Daoist, one spirit rice costs six jin (approximately 3 catties) of spirit stones. No bargaining."

"Normally, one spirit stone equals ten catties. How come it's so expensive?"

Chen Qingmo picked up a handful of spirit rice and brought it close to the person.

"Fellow Daoist, you might want to take a look. My spirit rice is different from what's sold on the market this year."

The man looked closely and was somewhat surprised:

"Wow! Your spirit rice is brimming with spiritual energy. The price isn't expensive. Give me thirty catties."

Chen Qingmo took out a burlap sack, filled it with spirit rice, and handed it to the man.

"Fellow Daoist, please accept this. Do you need anything else?"

The monk glanced at the other goods on the stall, shook his head, and left.

The day passed quickly. Chen Qingmo sold a lot of spirit rice and even a talisman he had made himself.

A slight smile played on his lips as he prepared to pack up and head home.

At this moment, a large hand pressed down on the bag of spirit rice and grabbed a pinch of it out.

Chen Qingmo looked up and saw that it was Wu Zhenxin.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry, I'm closing up shop now. If you want to buy rice, please wait until tomorrow."

His tone was indifferent, even somewhat cold. He wouldn't give this person a friendly look.

Wu Zhenxin didn't care about his attitude; he simply rubbed his fingers together to crush the spirit rice.

After sensing the area with his divine sense, Wu Zhenxin spoke:

"Your clan's spiritual fields are indeed extraordinary. Even before the Yuanjian Sect fought against the demonic path, this spiritual rice was much better."

"I'm afraid those three spies were also captured by you, and then you increased security and hid quite well!"

The Wu family originally intended to seize the leftover rice to gather enough supplies, but now it seems that the Chen family's rice is full of spiritual energy, so it's not leftover rice at all.

Chen Qingmo did not speak, but stared at him coldly.

Just then, Chen Minglu and Chen Mingyi returned and drove Wu Zhenxin away.

"Qingmo, are you alright?"

Chen Mingyi expressed his concern.

"Uncle Jiu, it's nothing. It's just that Wu Zhenxin may have noticed that the clan's spiritual fields are different from before."

"It's alright, I'm just afraid he won't dare to come. With his Qi Refining Level 7 cultivation, if he really wants to come to the vicinity of Tai Xuan Mountain, then he won't be able to leave."

Chen Mingyi said sternly.

The next day, Chen Qingmo's stall went smoothly, and Wu Zhenxin didn't come over again.

Just as he was packing up and returning to the backyard, a wandering cultivator accidentally bumped into his arm.

"Can't you watch where you're going? How could you bump into me in such a wide place?"

The man cursed and quickly left.

Chen Qingmo frowned slightly; the contact just now made him feel that something was wrong.

This person seemed to possess an eerie aura, unlike ordinary cultivators.

Judging from his appearance, he seems to be one of the independent cultivators brought by the Wu family.

"There's only one day left. I just need to sell everything and return to the family. Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Chen Qingmo comforted himself and returned to his room to begin cultivating.

The divination result has been updated.

[Today's Divination - Ominous]: At the end of the trade fair, a demonic cultivator's aura was exposed, and his body subsequently exploded uncontrollably. You were near this person and were injured by the aftershocks of the explosion.

At midnight, Chen Qingmo, who was still cultivating, was awakened by the divination in his mind.

A demonic cultivator? Could it really be that person from last night?

But putting aside whether Zhao Hanfeng can trust him, if that demonic cultivator sees him meeting with Chairman Zhao and then secretly attacks him, that would be terrible. No matter how powerful Tiejian Zhenren is, he can't teleport to his side to protect him.

It would be safer to tell my two uncles about the strangeness of that cultivator and have them relay the message, since my two uncles haven't met that demonic cultivator themselves.

Thinking of this, Chen Qingmo knocked on Chen Mingyi's door and then went to meet Chen Minglu in his room.

Chen Qingmo first had Chen Minglu create a soundproof barrier before he spoke:

"Ninth Uncle, Eleventh Uncle, there's a strong possibility that demonic cultivators are infiltrating the Golden Spring Merchant Guild."

These words caused a great uproar in the hearts of Chen Mingyi and Chen Minglu.