However, the spiritual consciousness of five thousand feet only means that it can rival the early Yuan Dan monks in terms of quantity.

Once enveloped by the Dan Realm, his soul will collapse instantly like an iceberg.

To put it more clearly, even if Chen Ping encounters the weakest Yuan Dan cultivator, he has only one way to escape.

Unless you take out the golden-patterned magic leaves that record the third level of Taiyiyan Divine Technique and learn the upper-level divine soul attack method, you can face the pressure of the Dan Realm head-on.

However, high-level ores are materials for refining Taoist tools, psychic Taoist tools, and even spiritual treasures, and are indeed extremely rare to see.

"Oh, do we really need to sacrifice this thing?"

Chen Ping frowned and saw a gray conch floating three inches above his chest, floating quietly.

The outer edge of the inner hole of the conch is covered with an extremely powerful defensive barrier of spiritual consciousness. Even with his current strength, he cannot penetrate it.

But this conch can trigger a violent reaction from the golden beads.

Compared with ice smoke stone, the vibration brought by red rainbow heart stone is like the difference between warm water and boiling water.

Chen Ping had a vague hunch that if he sacrificed the gray conch shell, he would most likely be able to exchange it for the third level of the Taiyi Yan Divine Technique.

"I wonder if the golden pearl is coveting the conch itself or the treasure in its inner hole."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of contemplation on his face.

Chen Ping felt that the soul defense restrictions on the conch were not arranged by the human race overhaul.

Because the spiritual consciousness is even denser, every inch is filled with sharp coldness, and there seems to be wisps of strange energy mixed in between.

He couldn't tell where this energy came from for the time being.

If he is correct, the gray conch is a secret space treasure similar to a storage ring.

Of course, the level must be far higher than the storage ring.

"The foreign race's storage magic weapon contains several high-level ores, so the golden beads are revealed."

Chen Ping's eyes were intense, and he mentally sketched out the most realistic answer.

If the conch is really a magic weapon for storage, he must not rush it, lest all the gold beads melt indiscriminately, and then he will lose all his money.

However, if the pressure from Jin Zhaoheng and Broken Star Gate is too great, he will not hesitate to sacrifice the gray conch to Jin Zhu to increase his strength in a short period of time and compete with it.

…

After leaving the Goddess City, Chen Ping took the correct direction and flew to the southeast.

That's where Wangqindaofang City is located.

The cultivation world divides Fangshi into four levels: primary, intermediate, advanced, and top.

Wangqinfang City is a very famous mid-level city, much more prosperous than the cities on Haichang Island and Jinrui Island.

Looking at the endless sea area ruled by Lan Yue Sect, only Lan Yue Fang City can rival it.

Due to the rich and diverse elixir resources produced by the two major elixir sects, Wangqindaofang City is even more popular, attracting casual cultivators and cultivators from hundreds of thousands of miles away to come here.

It is said that even the Sanjue Palace of the Jindan Sect, which has good relations with the Lanyue Sect, sends its disciples here every few years to make large purchases.

Wangqindaofang City is built in a valley between Goddess City and Xianqin City.

Chen Ping arrived at his destination after flying for a quarter of an hour.

Landing at the entrance of the valley, he carefully moved forward.

According to the common rules in the cultivation world, flying is not allowed within the Zhongzhongfang City and the surrounding five miles.

Otherwise, they will be treated as hostile cultivators with malicious intentions.

Fangshi has only one entrance three feet wide.

The monks entering the valley formed a long queue, waiting patiently for inspection.

Standing on the hillside next to her was a Taoist nun in red dress with average appearance but a cold expression.

As soon as she saw the newcomers lining up to enter the valley, she immediately gathered a ray of consciousness towards Chen Ping.

"Chu Bingniang, a monk in the early stage of Yuan Dan realm."

Chen Ping thought of the records in centuries-old documents.

This woman is one of the ancestors of the Caiwei Sect and has a distinguished status.

And she appeared at the entrance of Fangshi, presumably on a mission.

There are six immortal cultivating forces that have invested in Wangqindaofang City.

Including the Lan Yue Sect and the five major Yuan Dan forces in Goddess City.

In addition to the Lanyue Sect, the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, the Danhui Sect, and other five sects all have to dispatch two Yuandan monks to guard Wangqin Daofang City one mile away, with a term of ten years in each round.

Chen Ping respectfully gestured to Chu Bingniang with cupped fists, and then let her inspect her openly.

This woman's spiritual consciousness is only a few hundred feet higher than his, and she can't see through the disguise of the crape myrtle breath-condensing technique and the face-changing technique.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Bingniang withdrew her consciousness and turned her scrutinizing gaze elsewhere.

"hey-hey."

Chen Ping remained silent all the way, and after paying the entrance fee of ten spirit stones, he successfully passed the interrogation of several fellow foundation builders outside the valley.

As soon as I walked a few steps inside, I met many monks passing by in a hurry. Most of them were junior Qi practitioners, and occasionally there were one or two foundation-building monks.

After walking forward for a while, a group of high and low buildings finally appeared at the end of the line of sight.

Wangqinfang City is large and divided into east and west districts.

The Eastern District is full of splendid pavilions and shops.

If you can occupy a store in the East District, it is enough to prove your capital and strong connections.

According to Chen Ping's understanding, the price of an ordinary shop with a radius of fifty feet in the East District exceeds one hundred thousand spiritual stones. In an excellent location, the price will be several times higher.

Moreover, financial resources alone are far from enough. Without a strong background, trying to hold on to the industry in the valley is like walking around the city with money.

Compared with the noble and elegant East District, Fangshi in the West District appears to be much more ordinary and people-friendly.

There are thousands of individual stalls gathered there.

After paying a rent to Fangshi, practitioners of any cultivation level can sell items in the West District.

Before the bifurcation of the two areas, Chen Ping did not pause and ran straight towards the bustling East District.

The items he wanted to buy were of good quality, so it was better not to waste time in the Western District.

…

The sky was clear and cloudless.

Chen Ping walked leisurely on the street, looking around.

There are thousands of shops in the East District, which are distributed left and right along a clear river that meanders for dozens of miles, making it quite unique.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to take a boat trip? With ten spiritual stones, you can go from the street to the end of the street."

By the small river, there are densely packed boats with magical instruments docked.

The person driving one of the purple bamboo rafts was a handsome and powerful young man in white. He raised his arm and shouted loudly at Chen Ping who walked in.

He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and then his body swayed, and Chen Ping was already sitting on the bamboo raft.

"Senior Foundation Establishment!"

The young man in white's eyes lit up and his expression became respectful.

"Send me to Lanyue Pavilion."

Chen Ping was too lazy to pay attention to his mental activities and said expressionlessly.

"okay."

The young man in white nodded in agreement, made the secret with both hands, and the bamboo raft flowed deeper along the river.

"Are you a disciple of Dan Hui Sect?"

Chen Ping glanced at the elixir pattern tattooed on his sleeves and asked lightly.

The sect symbol of Dan Hui Sect has a profound meaning, which is a red Qingxuhualu Dan with four lines.

In the history of this sect, there was once an extremely talented alchemy wizard.

That senior had just been exposed to alchemy for thirty years and had become an alchemy master who could refine foundation-building elixirs.

Then, when he was one hundred and twenty years old, he even refined a batch of Qingxu and Luo Dan on his own.

The pinnacle of his alchemy skills in his life was the release of the Qingxu Luo Dan with four patterns.

Since then, that senior has been dubbed the "Sage Wangqin Dan".
Chapter completed!