Wu Feihe will take the same boat as him to the waters of the Twin Cities in March.

The purpose is to present a valuable treasure to please Patriarch Yin.

The Patriarch Yin they refer to naturally refers to one of the only human golden elixirs in the Yue Sect, Yin Xianyi.

According to rumors, this woman seems to be only over three hundred years old, but she has almost broken through the bottleneck of the early golden elixir. Among the more than two dozen human golden elixirs on the Yuanyan Islands, she can be said to have unlimited potential.

In the past few decades, because Zhenren Gu wanted to suppress the Rift Valley Abyss that was about to move, Yin Xianyi had been living in Fuyou City to frighten the demon clan.

Chen Ping is currently just a little curious about the valuable treasure that Deacon Wu "missed".

In terms of magic, no matter how precious the treasure is, can it be compared to the golden beads in the Dantian?

Besides, he had some concerns about intercepting and killing the disciples of Lanyue Sect.

Unless there is a very suitable opportunity, he, who has no shortage of resources, will not show his fangs to Wu Feihe for the time being.

In addition, the two people's heated conversation gave him a further understanding of the rampant evil cultivators in Shuangcheng.

However, if you think about it more deeply, it is actually normal.

The evil cultivator camp in the Twin Cities is not just a small fight in the inner sea. There are three golden elixir cultivators standing behind it.

The leader among them is a powerful cultivator at the half-step Nascent Soul level. Even Master Su Han of the Sword and Cauldron Sect has to show courtesy.

Evil cultivators were wreaking havoc in the cultivation world, but Chen Ping didn't feel the hatred to gnash his teeth.

Everything has pros and cons, and existence is reasonable.

Many times, for the sake of a valuable treasure or a rare opportunity, monks from orthodox sects would often commit acts comparable to those of evil people.

The difference is that evil cultivators have been doing bad things openly and openly for many years, while righteous people are good at disguising themselves.

In fact, some of Chen Ping's methods are somewhat related to evil cultivators.

Of course, he would not do it no matter what, in order to refine a magic weapon or refine magical powers, and to refine a city with the blood of immortals and mortals.

With a thought, Chen Ping dispersed Deacon Wu's consciousness.

Then, he visited some shops he was interested in one by one, mainly material stores and elixir stores.

After going around, a large amount of treasures have been piled up in the corner of the storage ring.

These are all auxiliary materials for brewing Qing Feng Yu Tang, as well as hundreds of materials for refining the puppet, costing a total of 250,000 spirit stones.

Unfortunately, he found absolutely nothing in the major elixir stores in Fang City.

Most of the elixirs sold in the top floor market are second-grade, suitable for foundation-building monks to swallow.

Although there are third-grade elixirs, they are basically the first-grade pills. The ordinary quality of the second-grade pills really cannot arouse his interest.

After that, he went in and out of shop stalls in Fangshi, handling a batch of low-level black goods such as first- and second-level talismans, first-level spiritual herbs, and sold two empty storage rings.

Nowadays, Chen Ping can immediately take out the spiritual stones and make a fortune, totaling 3.83 million.

The current wealth in his eyes refers to low-grade and medium-grade spiritual stones.

As for the high-grade spiritual stones, they were the energy that drove the puppets. He was not prepared to use them unless it was absolutely necessary.

In his spare time, Chen Ping carefully counted the belongings he had worked so hard to collect.

Not counting those reserved for personal use such as the Nine-Yang True Fire Comb, high-grade ores, and death talismans, the scattered resources that can be sold have reached eleven million.

It is true that if you sell black goods in large quantities, you will usually lose half to ten percent, but compared to the Yuan Dan monk, his net worth is appalling.

After staying in Fangshi for five full days, Chen Ping's figure disappeared only when the sky became gloomy again.

…

Yuelai Inn, Tianzihao room.

Chen Ping released his spiritual consciousness to spread around the area, and at the same time, he arranged several simple soundproofing restrictions.

After coming out of Fangshi, he did not return to Longmen Inn.

Although Lu Xiyun and Wang Jinglong whom he slaughtered were casual cultivators, they both had several close friends.

If any clues are discovered and the Zhou family is disturbed, it will inevitably lead to a lot of trouble. It is far better to find another place to live.

Sitting down on the futon, Chen Ping shook his sleeves and slipped out a half-foot-long brocade box.

Opening the lid of the box, a fragrance suddenly spreads out.

I saw a ball of fluorescent light rising slowly, and a several-inch rootless spiritual grass that was completely white lay quietly in the box.

And on the surface of this grass, there are shadows like dragon and phoenix runes flowing and flickering.

This is exactly the Qingfenglong muscle grass in Wang Jinglong's storage ring.

Due to the separation of the roots and leaves, the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced in a few months.

Therefore, Chen Ping planned to process the grass first and cook a Qingfengyu soup.

With a thought, more than twenty groups of colorful spiritual herbs flew out of the storage ring one by one, including the five-clawed rhizomes of the Qingfenglong muscle grass, all of which were captured in his hand.

Then, he immediately used the Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Technique and began to cook the treasure.

…

The ten days of refining the medicine went by in a flash.

The jade bottle suspended in front of him is almost full, and the bright spring liquid flows slowly, layer upon layer, and its appearance is somewhat similar to the Zhenxia Secret Spring.

Shaking the jade bottle gently, Chen Ping felt quite emotional.

Don't underestimate this tiny thing, the cost of refining it is extremely scary!

The main material, Qingfenglongjicao, is at least 100,000 spirit stones, and the various auxiliary materials are another 100,000.

A bottle of Qingfengyu Soup actually cost 200,000 yuan.

You know, a single line of Qingxu Transformation and Leakage Pill only costs more than 300,000 yuan!

The key is that this bottle of jade soup is only enough for him to practice for two years.

"It's hard to imagine how difficult those casual cultivators with poor spiritual roots must have been."

Chen Ping sighed, poured a few drops of jade soup into his throat, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

After a few hours, Chen Ping became aware of the efficacy of this medicine.

About five drops of jade soup is equivalent to a three-mark Hidden Spirit Jade Bone Pill.

Chen Ping is quite satisfied with this result.

After all, the main ingredient of jade soup is only spiritual grass that is thousands of years old. The older it is, the better the effect will be.

If one uses the 10,000-year-old Qingfenglong muscle grass, one drop would probably be worth the fine elixir of the Four Patterns.

But Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Grass will always be Nascent Soul, the rarest thing among god-transforming monks.

Chen Ping, a man of two lifetimes, had only seen one plant at a very large auction.

"Oh, that venerable man must be so envious of others."

Rolling his eyelids, Chen Ping suddenly remembered a famous human race expert from ancient times.

This person's spiritual roots are extremely poor. Even if he steps into the immortal path by chance, he will only be in the foundation-building stage at most.

But before he started practicing Taoism, he picked up a world-opening treasure that could cultivate spiritual grass.

In the thousand years since then, the number of ten thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, which are extremely rare in the world of cultivation, has begun to increase inexplicably.

Several gods-incarnation forces noticed something was wrong, and after meeting to communicate, they discovered that batches of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Grass were sold by the same person.

Driven by Potian's interests, the digital gods joined forces to seize the treasure of the world.

But in the end, several major deity-forming forces were wiped out and their inheritance was cut off.

The Venerable took the treasure with him and climbed up the ladder step by step, traveling to many cultivation circles, but gradually there was no news at all.

I don’t know if that venerable person with low-grade spiritual roots has achieved the body of a true immortal.

If so, maybe he is still alive?

Hundreds of thousands of years, for a true immortal, should be far from reaching the limit of longevity.

"Let's try again. If it works, wouldn't I also be able to take the Ten Thousand Years Lingcao as a sugar pill?"

Chen Ping was so moved that he immediately ran out of Xikou City and flew thousands of miles until he finally found a small, deserted island.

Then, I saw him grabbing a handful of spiritual grass and seeds and frantically entering and exiting the golden bead space.

I have tried it dozens of times, but the result is still very disappointing.

Except for divine souls and high-level ores, nothing can be brought into the Golden Bead Space.

Chen Ping even thought of a crooked move.

He tied a long piece of spiritual grass to the ore and gave it to Jinzhu to swallow.

Unexpectedly, Jinzhu was not fooled by him at all. The lightning tentacles twitched, melting the ore accurately and sucking it into the space.

But the spiritual grass is still the spiritual grass, without any change, falling to the ground alone.
Chapter completed!