I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

Chapter 261 - 259: Invitation to the Authentic Teachings_l

Chapter 259: Invitation to the Authentic Teachings_l

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A thought flashed through his mind, and a odd lantern appeared in the hands of Lu Xuan.

The lamp resembled a long slender piece of white bone. Holding it in his hand, he could feel a chilly sensation.

The lampshade was ghastly pale, as if surrounded by the skin of a corpse. Underneath the base, many dark red wicks were gently swaying in the air.

The candle inside was also ghastly pale, with numerous faces of resentful spirits densely packed together, all keeping a fair distance from the pale flame constantly flickering at the top.

Lu Xuan focused on this odd lantern, and quickly got detailed information about it.

[Soul Lantern, Four-level Magical Tool, refined from the skin, bones, and soul of a Foundation Establishment Late-term Cultivator, it can attract yin souls within a certain range. When the resentful spirit flame is ignited, it can confuse the spirit of cultivators or demon beasts, causing them to temporarily lose their way.]

“Four-level Magical Tool!”

“With the effects of gathering yin souls and causing chaos in the spirit, it’s a pity that it’s not in line with the identity of a disciple of a prestigious sect.”

“I’ll have to use it in secret.”

As Lu Xuan expected, the white light cluster from the underworld spiritual plant brought a similarly gloomy magic tool. Regardless of its appearance or its effects, there was a taint of evil that made it unfit to be displayed openly before others.

After the Qjngmu Origin Energy ripened a ghost-faced stone mushroom, there were still four left.

Lu Xuan was just curious to see what kind of rewards this kind of underworld spiritual plant might bring, and didn’t continue to ripen them.

After all, the Qingmu Origin Energy was extremely precious, and a large amount of grass and wood spiritual energy was needed to replenish it. Good knives should be used on their blades, and there was no need to spend them on the third-grade Ghost Faced Stone Mushroom.

He roughly estimated the ripening time of the ghost-faced stone mushrooms and the thorn bones beside them, and then opened the Thousand Illusion Cloud Smoke Array and left the courtyard.

In Wanbao Building.

As soon as Lu Xuan appeared, a rosy-faced old man came to greet him.

“Friend Lu, long time no see.”

“Good day, friend.”

Lu Xuan had some impression of this old man. The last time he came to sell Phantom Smoke Luo Fruit and Flood Dragon Vine, this old man introduced him to the barter exchange organized by the top floor of Wanbao Building, where he obtained the fifth-grade Saint Infant Fruit Plant and the skeletal remains of the fourth-grade Six-eyed Red Iron Scorpion.

“Friend Lu, is there anything you need from Wanbao Building this time?”

The old man asked with a warm smile.

At such a young age, Lu Xuan had already reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, coupled with the status of a Sky Sword Sect Disciple, he had unlimited potential and needs to be well-acquainted.

“I would like to sell a spirit ore and a special treasure.”

Lu Xuan took out a piece of Scarlet Firmament Jade and a piece of Hundred- Year Ice Spirit from his storage bag.

“Is this fourth-grade Scarlet Firmament Jade?”

As the person in charge of a branch of Wanbao Building, the old man was naturally knowledgeable and recognized the origin of the Scarlet Firmament Jade at a glance.

He carefully took it from Lu Xuan, carefully examining it.

Looking at the slowly flowing substance similar to jade inside the rough, uneven ore, his eyes revealed a trace of fascination.

“This is an excellent material for refining flying swords…”

“And this Hundred-Year Ice Spirit.”

In the crystal clear ice, a cluster of pure white spiritual liquid seemed to be frozen within the ice. Even through the thick ice, he could feel a pure and extremely cold atmosphere.

“It is said that it is an excellent material for refining certain high-grade ice­series elixirs. Adding a tiny drop can greatly increase the success rate and the quality of the elixir. It’s a treasure that alchemists dream of.”

The old man evaluated the two items Lu Xuan took out.

“Does Friend Lu want to sell them directly to our Wanbao Building, or wait a while and auction these two treasures?”

The fourth-grade Scarlet Firmament Jade and the third-grade Hundred-Year Ice Spirit were botli hard-to-find items and fully eligible to be auctioned at Wanbao Building.

“Sell them directly.”

Lu Xuan replied indifferently.

An auction either entails consignment, which requires a hefty amount of spirit stones, or your own attendance, which is even more troublesome for him, as it increases unnecessary risks. It would be better to sell directly to the Wanbao Building.

“Very well.”

The rosy-faced elder pondered for a moment before making an offer.

“Spirit ores are just cultivation materials; their value is generally lower than that of cultivation techniques and magic artifacts of the same rank. Wanbao Building offers two thousand eight hundred spirit stones.”

“As for the Hundred-Year Ice Spirit, its value is equivalent to that of a common third-grade magic artifact. Wanbao Building offers nine hundred spirit stones.”

“What does Friend Lu think?”

“Acceptable.”

Lu Xuan agreed readily. Given his familiarity with the market, the elder’s offer was quite reasonable. He suspected that he would get even less elsewhere.

He handed over the Scarlet Firmament Jade and the Hundred-Year Ice Spirits to the elder but, in no time, received a total of three thousand seven hundred spirit stones. Including what he had saved earlier, he now had about eight thousand spirit stones on him.

He still owned a reasonable amount of various valuable items: three Scarlet Firmament Jades, two Hundred-Year Ice Spirits and Sword Nurturing Gourds, and several explosion beads, Dans of Burning Element, Jade Flesh Pills.

Most of them were kept for personal use. Considering that selling too much at once might draw too much attention and invite unwelcome scrutiny, Lu Xuan thought it best to keep a low profile.

Having plenty on hand, Lu Xuan, guided by a charming young girl, wandered around the building, checking if anything might be of use to him.

The Wanbao Building had a variety of spiritual seeds; yet, only a few were of third grade or above, and most of them were common. They could be acquired at more favorable prices at the Agricultural Department Hall of the Sect.

As his own field of knowledge expanded, Lu Xuan found the probability of discovering unknown spiritual seeds continually decreasing.

Back in Linyang Market, due to his ignorance, any spiritual seed he happened upon seemed like a valuable treasure.

Since his entry into the Sect, he had crammed a lot of knowledge about spiritual plants. Coupled with his vast experience in cultivating such plants, he rarely experienced the sheer joy of unboxing anymore.

“Good thing I found those Underworld Spiritual Plants.”

Lu Xuan thought optimistically.

Other items in the Wanbao Building, like magical tools, elixirs, charms, etc., held average allure for him.

Currently, he was not facing any notable shortcomings. Equipped with various treasures, he was stronger than most cultivators at the same level of cultivation.

The only thing that could be considered ordinary was his spiritual sense, which, after the emergence of the Spirit Gathering Pine, was likely to be enhanced epically.

All the rewards from the light clusters turned out to be extraordinary; so, Lu Xuan found the commonly available items unimpressive. Having wandered for a while, he quietly left the place and sneaked back to his peak.

“It’s good to be home.”

Only after entering the inner sect did Lu Xuan finally unwind.

As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he spotted a Tai Chi pattern floating in mid-air, in black and white.

Seemingly having sensed Lu Xuan’s presence, the Tai Chi pattern abruptly expanded tenfold, and a handsome cultivator clad in a white shirt leisurely stepped out of it.

The cultivator had a head full of white hair and possessed an ethereal demeanor. He had a pair of mysterious divine pupils, one deep and black, the other pale and pure white.

It was indeed Ge Pu, one of the seventeen bearers of authentic teachings in the Sky Sword Sect, who nurtured a pair of ancient exotic Yin-Yang Kun Fish.

“Junior Brother Lu, you kept me waiting.”

Ge Pu said to Lu Xuan with a smile, the Tai Chi pattern behind him shrinking rapidly and merging into his back.

“Brother Ge, I had to go out for something and am sorry for keeping you waiting. Please excuse me.”

“It’s nothing. I came here this time because I need a favor.”

“A disciple with authentic teachings in the Sect wants to invite you to help him raise some insects.”