The next day.

Liu Zhuo came outside the Lingyao Valley with his medicine basket in the morning.

At this time, Liu Zhuo was dressed in black and his face became completely different. His original ordinary appearance seemed even more dull, but the disguise technique was a terrestrial spell, and he could still feel the faint earth spirit in front of him.

Because of the inability to completely restrain the spiritual energy, as long as the cultivator is, most people can see through whether the other party is disguised. Fortunately, the true face will not be exposed.

Looking at the majestic cliff in front of him, Liu Zhuo was slightly stunned, then he identified the position and walked straight towards the cliff.

Seeing that he was about to hit the cliff, he recalled Lao Yu's instructions, closed his eyes, leaned forward, and rushed forward.

The next moment, Liu Zhuo felt cold all over and was already in a stone cave as high as a foot.

A faint flame came from the corner of the cave. Liu Zhuo weighed the medicine basket on his back and walked straight into the cave.

Today he brought a plant with seven tender leaves that had been peeled out, namely the seven-year-old saccharine grass, and a five-year-old saccharine "amberg" which is also a product in the jar.

Although there are countless spiritual medicines in the altar, Liu Zhuo still knows the truth that wealth is not revealed.

After all, a six-year-old corn medicinal herb plant asked Zhou Dashan to change his job, which at least shows that the value of this corn medicinal herb is far above five low-level spirit stones.

If you take out two plants to exchange them, you can also say that they were picked by chance in Lingyao Valley. If you take them out in batches, you will inevitably be spyed and cause trouble in places like the black market.

[Before you don’t have enough strength to protect what you have, keeping a low profile is the only law of survival.]

After passing the first corner, Liu Zhuo felt his eyes suddenly become clear.

This is an open stone cave dozens of feet in size. There are many torches inserted on the stone walls on both sides. Under the stone walls on both sides, there are many disciples wearing blue Taoist robes sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes to meditate and practice. But in front of them, there is a piece of talisman paper with the items they are going to sell.

Liu Zhuo guessed in his heart: Doing this is probably because he is worried that things will be robbed by others. After all, in such a shameful place, even if they are robbed by others, the victims will most likely not dare to speak out.

Of course, there are also some disciples who also use disguise techniques in the cave, walking back and forth, looking for what they need.

In the center of the entire cave, there is an Eight Immortals table, with a basin of fire on the table. The scorching flames are leaping, making the atmosphere in the entire cave look a bit depressing.

All the disciples in the cave were wearing blue Taoist uniforms. The appearance of a short man like Liu Zhuo in black immediately attracted the attention of most people.

When Liu Zhuo saw everyone looking at him, his face was extremely quiet, and he also walked by each stall one by one as he did in his inner disciples, and stopped from time to time to look at it.

According to Lao Yutou, this kind of black market is only once a year, and most inner disciples will not miss this opportunity, so there are many people coming to set up stalls today, and there are even more items sold on paper.

Liu Zhuo first observed the price of the elixir. He must first know how much the things he brought are worth in order to exchange them with others. He doesn't want to be a sucker and helps people count the money.

Because most spiritual medicines cannot be taken directly and need to be prepared into elixirs to neutralize the efficacy of the medicine, the price of finished elixirs on this black market is much higher than that of ordinary spiritual medicines.

Most of the buyers of spiritual medicine are those who are learning alchemy.

"Senior brother, how many spirit stones do you want to sell for ambergris for this ten-year-old age?" A slim and slender female disciple stopped in front of a stall next to Liu Zhuo and asked in a low voice.

When Liu Zhuo heard the name of ambergris, he moved his heart and stood there, touching his chin, pretending to be thinking.

The stall owner who was asked about the price was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He had a stiff face and obviously used disguise. He smiled slightly, stretched out three fingers, and said, "Thirty low-level spirit stones."

The female disciple said in surprise: "This is too expensive."

The middle-aged stall owner said: "Ambergris is rare in Lingyao Valley, and the life span of ambergris is only ten years. Once the medicine age is over, it will wither. I have spent a lot of effort on this ambergris. After finding it on the second floor of Lingyao Valley, I secretly brought it out. It is the best main medicine for refining Huanglong Pills. It has such a faint fragrance. A woman like you, a junior sister, uses it to make sachets on her body. The fragrance can remain undispersed for ten years. I heard that the taste of ambergris is born to attract men."

As he said that, the middle-aged stall owner laughed twice.

The female disciple turned red and said, "But it's too expensive. I only have five low-level spirit stones."

The middle-aged stall owner shook his head and said, "Then I won't sell it. If you have anything else, you can take it out and take a look. If it's good, I'll exchange this ambergris for you."

"I really only have that many. In the storage bag, except for the yellow-level magic weapon that I carry, there are only three Gu Ling Pills. Senior brother, you are already at the ninth level of Qi Training Stage. You should not look down on this low-level pill." The female disciple said coquettishly, with a bit of coquettish voice in her voice.

The middle-aged stall owner shook his head coldly and said, "That's not possible. One Valley Spirit Pill is worth up to five low-level spirit stones. Two Valley Spirit Pills plus your spirit stones are only twenty, and there are still ten spirit stones left."

When the female disciple saw the middle-aged stall owner not getting into oil and salt, she couldn't help but say angrily: "Then I won't buy it."

The middle-aged stall owner said, "You can do whatever you want, junior sister."

After saying that, the stall owner of the New Year closed his eyes and continued to meditate and practice.

The female disciple stomped her feet in anger and turned around and wanted to leave.

Liu Zhuo, who had been eavesdropping on the side for a long time, felt aroused his heart and followed the female disciple.

When the female disciple walked to a position with fewer people, Liu Zhuo hurriedly stepped forward to stop her and said, "Senior sister, are you going to walk slowly?"

The female disciple looked at Liu Zhuo's outfit and said impatiently: "What's the matter? I really didn't expect that a disciple from the first level of Qi training will also come to participate in the black market."

Seeing that the woman in front of him could see through his cultivation, Liu Zhuo was no longer surprised. He had already learned that as long as the cultivators who were within three levels of basic skills could see through each other's cultivation level.

Liu Zhuo asked calmly: "Senior sister, do you want to buy ambergris?"

The female disciple said in surprise: "You have one too?"

Liu Zhuo nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it's just a five-year-old plant. Are you interested in it?"

The female disciple lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Well, five years are only five years, how many spirit stones do you want to sell?"

Liu Zhuo was delighted and said tentatively: "I want to change my senior sister's three valley spirit pills."

Hearing this, the female disciple naturally guessed that Liu Zhuo had been eavesdropping on the side.

She shook her head and said, "This is not possible. The five-year-old ambergris cannot sell half of the price of ten-year-old ambergris. I can at most offer you seven low-level spirit stones, or exchange them for you with a valley spirit pill."

Liu Zhuo thought to himself: This senior sister is not a good person. She just now cried and said that she only had five spirit stones.

However, after a slight estimate in his mind, Liu Zhuo had an idea and said, "Senior sister, don't make a conclusion so early. Let's see how my ambergris is?"

The female disciple said in confusion: "Okay, I'll verify the age of the medicine first."

Liu Zhuo immediately took off the medicine basket from his back, took out part of the ambergris from the medicine basket, and then quickly put it back.

However, even with this shocking glance, the female disciple was quite surprised. She whispered: "This is indeed five years old ambergris, but why is it so big?"

"I don't know this." Liu Zhuo shook his head and replied: "I picked it by chance on the first floor of the Spiritual Medicine Valley. But the amount of ambergris like this is enough to reach two plants, right?"
Chapter completed!