"No matter what you ask for, as long as I can do it. Say it quickly!" Wang Teng, the elder of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, took a sip of the spiritual tea.

"There is something wrong with my practice. I want Fatty to take me to Shanxiafang City to purchase elixirs and make elixirs." Jiang Heng told him bluntly.

Although his Dantian wound no longer bleeds, the scar is still there.

If the vitality is circulated violently, there is a danger of the Dantian exploding!

"It's possible, but you were ordered to kill by the Tianxie Sect..." Wang Teng sighed softly and suddenly understood the difficulty, "Do you want to go to the black market?"

Black market transactions, even within the realm of magic, are quite secretive.

Ordinary people have no channels and cannot even find the direction to the black market.

But Wang Teng is different.

He has been in charge of the Blood Fiend Sword Sect's Spiritual Medicine Pavilion for many years, so he must have relevant connections.

"Uncle Teng, please do it!" Jiang Heng stood up and held his hands.

"Okay. Since you insist on this, I can't say anything more." Wang Teng thought for a while and took out a black jade pendant.

The three ancient seal scripts glowed with a bloody aura.

【Demon Spirit Shop】!

"The Demon Spirit Workshop is organized by the subordinate forces of Tianxie Sect. If you go here, they will definitely not expect it."

"Dad, I know, this is called darkness under the lamp! Brother Jiang, when will we set off?" Fatty Wang was eager to give it a try.

My last trip to the secret area of ​​Huaijiang Mountain was a huge success!

Spiritual stones, skills, battles...

These experiences are something that many demonic monks would never have in their entire lives!

"Be careful when you go out. Don't cause trouble..." Although Wang Teng was worried, he didn't do much to stop him.

When children grow up, they always want to go out and have adventures.

But he can't be like his father, who just shouts "My son Wang Teng has the appearance of a demon emperor" but doesn't let him go out to practice.

In the end, nothing was accomplished except the tea ceremony!

Jiang Heng thanked him and accepted the black jade pendant.

After chatting for a few more words about the tea ceremony, Jiang Heng and Chen Lingwan took Fatty Wang and Shijin Lingcha to say goodbye.

According to Wang Teng's instructions, it was already night when Jiang Heng and others set off quietly.

Although the three of them were two and a half demon cultivators, they were a little uncomfortable with it.

In the open areas of the mountains and fields, a fishy wind blew, and from time to time the sound of wild beasts tearing the flesh of their prey could be heard.

The three of them followed the route given by Wang Teng and walked quickly.

The time soon came to midnight.

Jiang Heng and the others came to an unknown mountain col and stood in front of a thousand-year-old tree that was more than ten feet thick.

Take out the black jade pendant and press it into the groove of the tree stem.

Click!

The thousand-year-old tree opened from the middle, revealing a brightly lit road!

"Senior Sister Chen, Fatty, follow us!"

As soon as the three of them walked out of the passage, the scenery behind them suddenly changed in time and space!

The sky is full of stars and the moon is high!

They are already on an ancient street!

That thousand-year-old tree turned out to be just the entrance to the illusionary teleportation array!

Demon Spirit Shop has arrived!

The black market here does not have shops like other Xiuzhenfang markets.

Instead, they set up stalls directly on the street.

Depends on fate, buy it and leave it!

"Jiang Heng, they won't recognize us, right?" Chen Lingwan whispered to Jiang Heng through Fatty Wang.

"How could it be? We're all dressed up like this, you'd be damned if you could recognize us!" Jiang Heng looked at Fatty Wang who looked nervous and wanted to laugh.

To refine the Heaven-Building Pill, a total of two elixirs are needed.

Cold marrow jade tree, Lihuo phoenix tree!

Moreover, the three elixirs must be at least five hundred years old before they can be used as medicine!

According to Wang Teng, this place is the largest black market within a thousand miles, and I hope I can gain something!

"Brother, look there, in front of the old man in white!" Fatty Wang exclaimed in surprise and tugged on Jiang Heng's sleeve.

"Go and have a look." Jiang Heng nodded and took the lead.

"Old man, how do you sell this Lihuo coral?" Fatty Wang grew up in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, and he has tasted it before.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones!" The old man in white chuckled.

"Why is it so expensive?!" Jiang Heng exclaimed.

"My grandfather picked this up from the mountain. The medicine is as old as three thousand years!" the old man in white said proudly.

"What kind of medicine is three thousand years old? It's obviously only twenty years old! One hundred spiritual stones, let's take them away!" Fatty Wang scolded with a smile and counter-offered.

"Deal!" The old man in white wrapped it up without hesitation and handed it to Fatty Wang.

"What the hell, I still gave you too much..." Fatty Wang and Jiang Heng looked at each other and felt that they were at a disadvantage.

After traveling to the secret realm of Huaijiang Mountain, Jiang Heng and the others had accumulated quite a lot of spiritual stones in their storage bags.

But the first transaction they came to the Demon Spirit Shop taught them a lesson!

But fortunately, Jiang Heng and Chen Lingwan are there!

You know, Chen Lingwan carries the laurel spiritual plant, but she can tell the age of the spiritual plant at a glance!

In Xiaojiezhou, Lingbao Continent, the starting age of elixirs for use as medicine is at least ten years.

Of course, the older the elixir is, the better the effect will be.

Normally, as far as monks' ability to tell the age of elixirs is concerned, most people rely solely on their feelings.

The medicine's age of about five hundred years is clearly identifiable;

The age of the medicine, which is around a thousand years, is slightly ambiguous;

Medicines that are over three thousand years old are unheard of and unrecognizable!

If the medicine is over 10,000 years old, the treasure will become dirty, almost no different from ordinary things.

"That stall is ten feet away on the left! It seems to be Lihuofengmu..." Chen Lingwan whispered to Jiang Heng.

It has not been long since the laurel spirit species grew into a sapling, and her range of perception is still relatively limited.

"How do you sell this?" Jiang Heng walked to the stall and picked up a wooden box.

"Three thousand spirit stones!" The gray-robed stall owner glanced at the costumes of Jiang Heng and the others, "It's not easy to cultivate casually, but with the protection of this sacred cherry orb, you can survive many disasters!"

What the stall owner said was the magic weapon in the purple wooden box.

An orb glowing with pink light!

"Earth-level magic weapon, at most one thousand seven hundred spirit stones!" Jiang Heng often absorbs the spiritual essence of magic weapons, and is almost able to identify magic weapons with ease.

"Jiang Heng, stop setting the price and buy it quickly. The material of this wooden box is Lihuofeng wood, and it should be more than ten thousand years old!" Chen Lingwan's eyes lit up and she hurriedly transmitted the message.

If the Wannian Lihuo Phoenix Wood were put up for auction through regular channels in the cultivation world, the starting price would be at least 100,000 spirit stones!

"Young man, be generous! Is your female companion urging you to buy it quickly?" The stall owner in gray chuckled, thinking he had guessed the content of Chen Lingwan's message.

"Buy it! A beautiful smile is worth so many spiritual stones!"

"Two thousand spirit stones at most!" Jiang Heng closed the purple wooden box.

"Two thousand won't work, I'll lose blood! It's a small profit, so I can't sell it." The stall owner in gray clothes rubbed his hands, looking as if Jiang Heng was convinced.

"Silly boy, don't pretend to be an uncle here if you don't have a spiritual stone!" A few passing monks in blood-clothed clothes gathered around the stall and teased.

Judging from their attire, they are undoubtedly the inner disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect.

"If you don't want to sell it, forget it!" Jiang Heng responded stubbornly, grabbed Fatty Wang and Chen Lingwan and left.

"Stop! I'll sell you two thousand! Just treat it as a friend..." The stall owner in gray chased out of the shop and grabbed Jiang Heng's arm.

"You're just average in appearance! Why is this kid willing to pay for an extra three hundred spirit stones?" The few inner disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect said, laughing and running towards the exit of the Demon Spirit Workshop.

After Chen Lingwan dressed up, her appearance was very ordinary, but when her face turned red, she had a different kind of charm.

"The wooden board that the gray-clothed stall owner is sitting on is made of cold pith jade tree..."
To be continued...