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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百三十八章 抛砖引玉

"Pay respect to the senior," said Old Yellow, though he was a valuer, he still dared not be careless when facing a late-stage Immortal Refiner.

Lin Xuan waved his hand. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a patch of green clouds rolled over, and various treasures appeared before him. There were swords, halberds, spears, and more—dozens in total.

The origins of these treasures were unclear to Lin Xuan himself. Over the years, he had killed many cultivators, and none of their storage pouches escaped his notice. Accumulated over time, they amounted to a staggering number.

Of the items Lin Xuan selected, some were ancient treasures, while others were personal talismans crafted by late-stage Immortal Refiners. To him, they seemed like chicken feed, but to other cultivators, they were eye-catching and heart-warming. Seeing so many treasures, both She Qiaoyun and Old Yellow were startled.

It was well-known that crafting a treasure was no easy task; some condensation core cultivators spent their entire lives trying to create even one decent treasure.

Moreover, these treasures, whether in terms of spiritual light or color, were extraordinary. Clearly, they belonged to the rare and exceptional category among treasures.

She Qiaoyun's eyes showed astonishment. She knew that not all of these treasures were crafted by Lin Xuan himself; many still had their personal marks on them, indicating that they were obtained through murder and plunder.

With this thought, she looked at Lin Xuan with a touch of reverence in her gaze, silently musing to herself: These late-stage Immortal Refiners are truly unfathomable.

"Thirty-five thousand," Lin Xuan nodded, agreeing to the price after Old Yellow offered an additional five thousand spiritual stones. This was already quite reasonable.

Seeing this, Old Yellow breathed a sigh of relief and took out another golden pen. In half an hour, they had appraised all thirty-four treasures. "Senior, your total is nine million spiritual stones," said She Qiaoyun.

"Nine million?" Lin Xuan was taken aback; She Qiaoyun, who was drinking water nearby, almost choked on her drink.

This was indeed a coincidence. When Lin Xuan presented these treasures, he had not carefully assessed their value, estimating they were worth around seven to eight million spiritual stones. He even planned to add some more. But it turned out that the exact amount was just enough to buy three thousand mushrooms.

The transaction concluded in a joyful atmosphere. She Qiaoyun then led Lin Xuan through several shops, but there was nothing else that caught his eye. The sky grew dark as they walked.

Lin Xuan did not know what he intended by avoiding the topic of late-stage Immortal Refiner puppets and Crystal Might Cannons all day. She Qiaoyun seemed to have forgotten about them too, their interactions were cordial on the surface but strained beneath.

"Brother Li, it's rare for you to visit our main hall; do you plan to stay a few days?" "Haha, of course. I haven't fully appreciated the grandeur of the Great Snow Mountain yet, and I've long admired some fellow Daoists at your sect," Lin Xuan said casually.

She Qiaoyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly but quickly returned to normal. "Since that is so, let me take Brother Lin to the VIP pavilion."

"Thank you for your trouble." Lin Xuan expressed his gratitude. They left the market and transformed into a streak of light, arriving at several crystal palaces.

These were small, elegant pavilions with formidable restrictions around them. These were indeed what they called the VIP pavilions.

Many high-ranking cultivators came to visit or admire the reputation of Heavenly Clever Sect. The facilities here were complete.

The restriction screen opened, and a beautiful young girl stepped out. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face that was both cute and adorable. "Greetings, Grandmaster!"

She Qiaoyun's gaze swept over her, showing shock on her face. Ordinary late-stage Immortal Refiners were usually received by senior condensation core cultivators; who was this person that had even caused the grandmaster to attend.

The girl was only at the foundation stage and could sense Lin Xuan's profound power but did not know his specific cultivation level, showing a mix of respect and awe on her face.

"La'er…" She Qiaoyun wanted to speak, but Lin Xuan waved his hand. "Lady She, I don't like being served; please let this young Daoist leave."

"Haha, Brother Li, if that is your wish, then so be it." Before she finished speaking, she tossed a command token at him: "There are many of our sect's executive disciples nearby. If you need anything, just tell them, and they will do their best with my token," said She Qiaoyun.

"Thank you."

Lin Xuan took the token and scanned it with his divine sense to ensure there were no tricks. He then put it in his pocket without worry. He entered one of the pavilions, where he found luxurious furnishings. His bedroom had an jade bed, and Lin Xuan fell asleep soundly.

Using nine million spiritual stones for three thousand mushrooms was not just a gesture; first, this item was indeed useful for protecting their sect, so the expenditure wasn't in vain.

Second, based on his estimation, many late-stage Immortal Refiners visited Heavenly Clever Sect each year. While they might not be too many, it was still considerable given that there were twelve stages and a total number of cultivators.

Even among high-ranking cultivators, their abilities varied greatly, as did their wealth. The two items he wanted to buy—whether the Crystal Might Cannon or a late-stage Immortal Refiner puppet—were significant to Heavenly Clever Sect. If he didn't show his extraordinary financial power, they wouldn't pay him any attention.

She Qiaoyun was only at the early stage of late-stage Immortal Refiner and couldn't make decisions in such matters. If his guess was correct, she would now go find the real decision-makers. In other words, Lin Xuan's nine million spiritual stones were merely a start.

Although it is said that wealth should not be openly displayed, business required trust. Lin Xuan didn't worry about any potential harm from Heavenly Clever Sect.

Moreover, his current cultivation level was comparable to the Separation stage, so even in their main hall, he had nothing to fear. Lin Xuan slept soundly and rested.

On the other side, Tian Xiaojian's face was drenched with cold sweat as he observed the figure within the array. Various thoughts raced through his mind, but he couldn't determine if it was a person or a demon.

However, one thing was certain: this individual was unfathomable. Despite being trapped in the array, Tian Xiaojian did not dare to escape.

Compared to his peers, Tian Xiaojian had deep scheming and rich experience with adventures. After some hesitation, he stepped forward and bowed towards the figure within the array. "I apologize, sir; I inadvertently entered here and disturbed your meditation. Please forgive me."

"Meditation? You know how to talk," the figure in the array said with a playful laugh.

Tian Xiaojian breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was a woman. But he quickly became speechless as her voice turned rough and masculine: "Do you think you accidentally entered here? Wrong; I brought you here through great effort over eight hundred years. Wangting Lou, your lifespan should still be with us."

The rough man's voice and the self-proclaimed 'palace' made Tian Xiaojian shudder. He frowned, thinking, "Wangting Lou sounds familiar… Did I hear it before?"

"May I know your name?" he asked cautiously.

"Fu Liang," said the figure.

"Foolish mother?" Tian Xiaojian was stunned; that name was peculiar.

"It's Fu Liang." Seeing Tian Xiaojian's expression, the entity—whether human or demon—looked somewhat desolate. "It seems you haven't heard of me. Haha, time passes and changes; eight hundred years isn't short. In the old generation, anyone who reached late-stage Immortal Refiner would have known my name. But now, it's been long forgotten."

Tian Xiaojian frowned; the lifespan of a late-stage Immortal Refiner was only about a thousand years. Even geniuses rarely advanced before three hundred years. After eight centuries, unless he was at the Separation stage, he should be dust by now.

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