Chapter 935 Zhengyang Sand Auction Begins
“My friend, where is the origin of the Black Nightmare Willow? This is the first time I have heard of it.”
Lu Xuan asked softly.
He couldn't help but sigh at how big the world is, and how full of wonders there are.
Even though he has cultivated countless spiritual plants and read a lot of spiritual plant books in Tianjian Sect and Hailou Merchant Guild, there are still some rare spiritual plants that he has never heard of.
“The Black Nightmare Willow is a sixth-grade spiritual plant. It was obtained in a small isolated area while traveling.”
“As the spiritual plant grows, it will slowly breed a special willow spirit in the body. When it matures, it will transform into a nightmare.”
"The nightmare ghost is connected with the spirit planter who cultivated it. After refining it, the spirit planter has a certain probability to understand the nightmare magic, communicate with certain beings in a special space, or use it to Practice some left-handed magical powers and secret techniques.”
The young man said slowly.
“Thank you fellow Taoist for clearing up the confusion. I understand.”
Lu Xuan looked calm and nodded.
“It looks like an evil spiritual plant.”
“It’s a right way to say it at best, but it’s a devil’s way at worst.”
Lu Xuan, who has rich experience in planting evil spiritual plants, secretly sighed in his heart.
"Fellow Taoist, this Black Nightmare Willow is pretty good, but after all, it's just a seedling. It's quite different from my thousand-year-old tree."
“You must know that this piece of ancient tree heart has a wide range of uses. It is of great benefit to the growth of wood-type monsters and spiritual beasts. It can also be refined into high-level puppet cores or wood-type magic weapons.”
“Fellow Taoists should be aware of the difference.”
Lu Xuan said lightly.
He saw at a glance the young man's desire for the thousand-year-old tree, and decided to kill him.
“What my fellow Taoist said makes sense.”
"Well, in addition to this black nightmare willow seedling, I will add two hundred thousand lower-grade spiritual stones. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"
“Okay! Lu enjoys dealing with such cheerful people like fellow Taoists the most in his life.”
Lu Xuan immediately nodded in agreement.
This thousand-year-old tree heart comes from the light group reward after the little tree girl grows up. He once again got a new batch of little tree girls from the Xuanji Tree Mother. After a while, it will not be a problem to open three to five ancient tree hearts. .
If you can exchange it for a sixth-grade rare spiritual plant seedling, plus 200,000 lower-grade spiritual stones, there is no reason to disagree.
He did not hesitate and reached a deal with the wealthy businessman in front of him. Both of them got what they needed and were extremely satisfied.
In the next period of time, many monks came over to ask about the treasures in Lu Xuan's stall.
It’s a pity that he doesn’t have the spiritual seeds that Lu Xuan wants.
In order to maximize the value of these treasures, Lu Xuan was not in a hurry to exchange them for other things.
About half a day later, a female cultivator who was in the middle stage of pill formation came to Lu Xuan's stall.
Perhaps she already understood Lu Xuan’s needs before coming here, so she got straight to the point.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, I have a large quantity of fifth-grade spiritual soil Zhengyang Sand here. I want to exchange it for the fifth-grade sword talisman from my fellow Taoist."
"Oh? Fellow Taoist, take it out for me to see?"
Lu Xuan asked curiously.
The female cultivator nodded slightly, and then a small pile of pure white spiritual sand appeared in front of her.
Lingsha exudes a faint white light and is extremely hot. There is a burning sensation on the skin from a distance. When the spiritual sense penetrates, you can feel that there is a yang and strong aura contained in it.
“Zhengyang Sand, a fifth-grade special spiritual soil, contains the breath of the Zhengyang, which is of great benefit to the growth of those Zhengyang and Zhiyang spiritual plants.”
The female cultivator said slowly.
“How much Zhengyang sand do you have in your hands?”
Lu Xuan became somewhat interested. The spiritual plants he planted were all kinds of strange, and he would put them into the spiritual fields whenever he saw them. Therefore, it was necessary to enrich the spiritual soil types.
So that when you find the corresponding spiritual seed, you need to spend extra time and energy searching for spiritual soil and spiritual sand.
“Okay.” “However, Taoist friends should know that among treasures of the same level, the spiritual soil is much lower than the talisman, and the sword talisman is more powerful than all the talismans.”
“Twenty kilograms of Zhengyang sand in exchange for two fifth-grade sword talismans. What do fellow Taoists think?”
Lu Xuan nodded and said.
The female cultivator pondered for a moment, hesitated again and again, and finally decided to agree.
"make a deal."
Although Zhengyang Sand is a rare spiritual soil with powerful effects, it still has great limitations. The sword talisman in Lu Xuan's hand can save his life at a critical moment.
Although she could only get two sword talismans in exchange, she was extremely satisfied.
She chose one Xuanyin sword talisman and one Zhensha sword talisman at Lu Xuan's stall, and then left with satisfaction.
“Little friend, how do you exchange for a scholar like you?”
Not long after the female nun left, an elegant scribe with a feather fan and silk scarf came to the stall.
“Reporting to my predecessors, all the treasures on the stall are only exchanged for high-level spiritual seeds, seedlings, spiritual beast fetal eggs, or seed coagulation methods, spiritual springs, spiritual soil, etc.”
Lu Xuan felt the powerful aura in the scribe's body and said respectfully.
“I have a seventh-grade Bitao Spiritual Sword in my hand. How about trading it for you, my dear friend?”
The scribe asked with a smile, and with a casual grab, a blue flying sword shot out from the void.
The rich spiritual energy on the sword turned into blue waves, surging endlessly, and the sound of waves could be faintly heard in the ears.
“Senior, please forgive me, I only need spiritual seeds and other treasures at the moment.”
Lu Xuan had rare seventh-grade treasures such as the Yin-Yang Yuan Magnetic Divine Needle and the Nanming Thunder Fire Mirror in his hands. He had no spare time to refine this ordinary seventh-grade flying sword, so he pretended to hesitate, and finally declined politely.
“The Great Confucian Palace is only of some use in the hands of Confucian and Taoist monks, and this Bi Tao Spirit Sword is more than enough to replace it.”
"You can definitely use this seventh-grade flying sword afterwards to get your favorite spiritual seed from other Taoist friends."
The scribe looked calm, but there was a hint of threat in his tone.
The Great Confucianism Palace in Lu Xuan's hands is too rare. It can only be formed after the Great Confucianism in the Nascent Soul Realm is enthroned. It is extremely valuable to Confucian and Taoist monks. Once you own it, give it to the descendants with the most outstanding talents in the clan. , then it is quite possible to grow to the level of a great Confucian.
He has always cultivated his moral character, but after seeing the Great Confucian Palace and Lu Xuan who seemed to be alone, he couldn't help but have other thoughts in his heart.
“Junior brother Lu, why are you setting up a stall here alone? The auction will start soon.”
“Junior Brother, if you want any treasure, just ask Uncle Huanzhen for it.”
The scribe was about to ask Lu Xuan for the Great Scholar Palace when suddenly, a gentle voice came into their ears.
Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man with a heavy sword behind his back came to the stall.
“Friend Mo.”
The scribe raised his hands and saluted.
“Oh, it turns out to be Daoyou Chen from the Chen family in Daxia.”
Mo Yuanfeng nodded towards the scribe, and then his eyes fell on Lu Xuan, with an obviously different intimacy in his eyes.
He has a good impression of this young junior brother who has just joined the Sword Sect, and he really loves swords, so he takes special care of him.
“Senior Brother Mo, I will go to the auction with you right now.”
With a flash of inspiration, Lu Xuan's several treasures on the stall, including the Great Confucian Palace, immediately flew into the storage bag.
Mo Yuanfeng nodded towards the scribe, and a sword light flew out from behind, wrapping Lu Xuan and disappearing instantly.
“Senior brother? Where did that monk come from, to call the true disciple of the Dongxuan Sword Sect his senior brother?”
The scribe stopped moving forward, feeling startled and uncertain.
Although he is in the Nascent Soul realm, there is a huge difference among monks of the same level. Compared with Mo Yuanfeng, who is the true swordsman of the Sword Sect, his strength is far inferior.
As for the forces behind it, there is no need to compare.
One is one of the top swordsmen in the realm of heaven, and the other is a Confucian and Taoist family with a good reputation in the Great Xia Realm. There is a huge difference between the two.
Thinking of the huge gap like a chasm between the Dongxuan Sword Sect and his own family, his eyes suddenly became extremely clear, and he flew in the opposite direction of the two of them.
(End of this chapter)