This is a busy street with just enough sunshine in the afternoon.

There are various cries, crowds of people, and noisy whispers in the market, making it look like a mundane market scene.

But this is a town of immortal cultivators.

"This is too expensive. Is there any cheaper one?"

A young man looked at the thing in his hand, and after examining it, he asked hesitantly.

"Is this expensive? Look at you, a young man, why are you buying something so stained?" the store owner said with some regret.

The young man said: "If it's fun to be the one who gets taken advantage of, then I'd rather be the ink in your mouth."

"Everyone else bought it after just two glances."

The shopkeeper said again.

"That's because they all like the appearance of the item, but I value the actual value of the item more."

"What should we do?"

“If you have money, you don’t necessarily have to spend it.”

This young man is Mu Hanchan. He has climbed over the snow-capped mountains and arrived in the southwest, central and southern part of Zhengdao Continent.

"Deep lake mud is very common, but deep lake mud that is thousands, thousands, or even 100,000 years old is not common."

Although as a seller, he does not like such buyers. But it is undeniable that the young man's reason and calmness are completely worthy of appreciation.

Mu Hanchan replied.

The shopkeeper said: "The body of your gun is easy to handle, just wrap it with black spirit binding thread, but the head of the gun is refined and full of inspiration, so even if it is holstered, it will not be easy to cover up the aura."

There is a river between the towers, making it impossible for people to pass directly.

"Right!"

The young man frowned and asked, "Why do you think so?"

"Yes, all items, treasures, and materials from the civil engineering department can be purchased there, as long as you have enough spiritual stones."

Four sub-towers surround the main tower, like a planet surrounding a star.

Mu Hanchan said suddenly.

Mu Hanchan said: "I just want to buy some deep lake mud. Do I need to wait?"

"I want this too."

The woman said: "Then you have to wait a moment."

Seemingly thinking of something, Mu Hanchan asked again: "Do you have anything here that can cover the gun and make it look more ordinary? I want to be low-key and don't want to be so conspicuous."

"Oh well!"

"I want it."

"How do you sell this deep lake mud?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"Oh well."

"You still want it if it's slightly higher, why don't you buy the one with a lower price," the store said.

In front of the welcome tower.

Who knows, this wait lasts for six hours.

"Then do you have an appointment?" the woman asked again.

Mu Hanchan rolled her eyes at the shopkeeper and said, "Because yours is of better quality, I am stingy with spiritual stones, but I am not poor, okay?"

The store owner said with a somewhat sarcastic smile.

Mu Hanchan said: "I don't need such a good one, and I can't afford it. I just need six hundred years of deep lake mud."

"no!"

The store owner said helplessly and gave the boy a thumbs up.

the woman questioned.

The store owner said.

The main tower is 66 feet high and the five sub-towers are 33 feet high.

"Diling Pavilion?"

"Okay. Then I'll wait."

"Huh?" the store owner said in surprise: "This is worth a lot of money!"

The boy said.

There are brown and green thorn trees on the outside, enclosing the entire Diling Pavilion without being disturbed.

Mu Hanchan replied.

This is already a low number, for him.

He added: "Compared with the pleasure of spending money, I enjoy the security of having spiritual stones in my pocket more."

A sixty-foot-high chain tower stood in front of Mu Hanchan.

"How many?"

The seven claws represent the southwest, and the six claws represent the southwest, central, and south.

The shopkeeper said: "Seeing that you are wearing a medium-grade magic weapon suit, and the spear in your hand is also of high grade, I concluded that you must have such strong spending power, but I didn't expect that you would spend nothing."

"It can be covered with 600-year-old deep lake mud. It can completely block the spiritual energy when not in use. Just remove it when in use."

The store owner was a little confused and asked: "Why are you so decisive in asking for this without even paying back the price?"

"No!"

Mu Hanchan said: "Because this is a necessity, and I have asked the price elsewhere, and yours is slightly higher."

From twelve o'clock at noon until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Are you a member of the Diling Pavilion?" asked a woman with a graceful figure, a graceful voice, a bright and soft voice, and wearing a blue and black palace dress.

The store owner said: "It's not easy to handle. I'm not a specialized weapons store, I'm a grocery store."

"Seven spiritual stones!"

Mu Hanchan replied.

The Zhengdao Continent is divided into areas such as the Sun-blocking Forest, the Nanheng Mountains, and the Seven Claws of the Sleeping Dragon.

"The closer the grocery store is, the more things it has that you can't buy in other stores. Just think of a way and I'll pay for it," Mu Hanchan said.

At this moment, Mu Hanchan still has 1,035 spiritual stones on his body.

The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I don't have it here. You can go to the Diling Pavilion in front to buy it."

Mu Hanchan said, then said goodbye to the grocery store owner and headed to the Diling Pavilion he mentioned.

The woman added: "Whether you bought the good one or the ordinary one, because you are not a member of our Diling Pavilion and have not made an appointment in advance, you can only wait a while."

"Well, I thought you were lavish like others, but I didn't expect you to be so stingy and stick to your pockets."

When he left, Mu Hanchan's face turned dark. However, the beautiful lady in palace attire said, "Why don't you get a membership? You won't have to wait so long next time."

"I won't do it!"

Mu Hanchan replied, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait, we only need 88 spiritual stones..."
Chapter completed!