A bottle of human-level spiritual liquid is worth at least 100,000 spirit stones on the market, and there is no market price.

Zhang Yuanhao's heart was pounding. Although he can't use it now, once he successfully builds his foundation, this bottle of spiritual liquid can help him quickly stabilize his current realm, saving at least a month or two.

"The condition just now, plus 50,000 spirit stones!"

Zhang Yuanhao's fingers knocked on the tabletop, making a "da-da" sound, as if knocking on the heart of Steward Gong.

Steward Gong frowned and thought carefully for a while. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Yuanhao's face that was mostly covered by the hat: "Just follow what Daoyou said!"

It's done!

The corners of Zhang Yuanhao's mouth under the hat raised slightly.

He has enough confidence to dare to ask for such a fierce price. You must know that the ordinary human-level second-grade spiritual materials are only four or five hundred thousand spirit stones.

But golden ginseng, they can't buy it. At least in this small place of Cangfeng Country, there is nowhere to buy it at all.

"There is one more request. Zhang Yuanhao continued.

"What else do you want?"

Steward Gong forcibly suppressed his anger and looked at Zhang Yuanhao with dissatisfaction.

"Give me all the spirit stones and replace them with high-grade spirit stones. Remember, it's a ratio of one to one hundred and eight, don't overcount me!"

After hearing this, Steward Gong calmed down, snorted, and took out a high-grade spirit stone with a compelling aura from the storage ring, and piled them on the table, making Zhang Yuanhao dazzled.

To be honest, he had never seen so many spirit stones in front of him in his life. If it weren't for the hats to cover it, the man surnamed Gong would definitely be surprised to find that this sneaky cunning man in front of him was secretly glancing at the pile of spirit stones on the table with his spare eyes, revealing an appearance that he had never seen the world.

In the end, Steward Gong relentlessly and took out a small mutton fat jade bottle from the storage bag, and plugged it with a wooden cork made of century-old ironwood. Just looking at this bottle, you know that it is worth a lot of money, and you can't buy it without hundreds of spirit stones.

Zhang Yuanhao stretched out his hand to take the jade bottle, but found that the small bottle was as heavy as a piece of lead, presumably the density of the spiritual liquid had reached a terrifying level.

Put all the spirit stones in the storage bag, and the transaction is over.

Steward Gong sent Zhang Yuanhao all the way to the door of the Sword Pavilion, and gave him a jade plate before leaving, saying that in the future, in the various cities of Cangfeng Country, as long as it is a store opened by Yi Yan Sword Sect, you can enjoy a nine-percent discount on the purchase of items.

But Zhang Yuanhao only sneered in his heart. After saying goodbye and leaving, he turned around and threw the jade plaque in a dark corner before returning home.

This jade plate is not wanted, maybe it has been set up by the people of the Yi Yan Sword Sect to track the magic circle. If they were greedy to stay on their bodies, then the spirit stones they had just thrown out on their front feet would be able to be withdrawn with their back feet, and they would have earned a golden ginseng for nothing.

In a corner where no one was around, Zhang Yuanhao changed out of his clothes, burned it clean with a fireball along with his hat, and then pasted a hidden charm on himself again, changed into ordinary clothes and swaggered out.

Passing by the corner where he had just thrown down the jade plate, Zhang Yuanhao's sense moved, and a smile appeared secretly on the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, the Yi Yan Sword Sect, or that Steward Gong, sent someone to follow, this kind of person who refines the Breath Gathering Spell for the purpose of tracking it is not easy to find even if it is a big realm higher than it.

But at this moment, under the gaze of Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense, a gray-robed man bent down in the corner where he abandoned the jade plate, picked up a jade card mixed in a pile of miscellaneous items, frowned and cursed a few words, and then took out a messenger jade card engraved with a magic circle from the storage bag, and the spiritual power surged, transmitting the message.

Retracting his spiritual sense, Zhang Yuanhao submerged his body into the crowd, and continued to circle around the east of the city, only then did he change back into the Dharma protector robe of the Lingguang Sect and strode towards the direction of the inn.

"Master, you're finally back. Seeing Zhang Yuanhao close the door and come in, Long Xin pouted and said.

Zhang Yuanhao said with a smile: "I will definitely take Xin'er next time!"

When Long Xin heard this, her eyes lit up: "Master, don't lie to Xin'er, I remember what you said!"

Zhang Yuanhao couldn't cry or laugh. But in fact, I was still happy to see Long Xin so close to him. Somehow, he always had an inexplicable liking for this girl, and this feeling seemed to be there when they met for the first time, and she seemed to have a special charm of her own, which could make people like this innocent girl from the bottom of their hearts at first sight.

After selling the golden ginseng, the spirit stone on Zhang Yuanhao's body reached an astonishing number, which was a number that he had never dared to think of before. However, most of the spirit stones here are high-grade spirit stones, which Zhang Yuanhao prepared to use to ripen the treasure medicinal materials.

He was going to buy a batch of seeds for refining the medicinal herbs needed to refine the Tsukidan, and then ripen them through wooden boxes, greatly increasing the age of the medicinal herbs.

For an ordinary Zhuji Dan, its three side pills require six kinds of precious main medicines and dozens of auxiliary medicines, and the cost of one medicinal material alone is as high as tens of thousands of spirit stones. The main medicines of precious materials such as Tongjing petals, centennial purple ginseng, and Hualuo grass are about 80 to 100 years old, while many auxiliary drugs are only about 10 years old.

With such medicinal materials, handed over to the Zhuji Pill refined by Elder Ouyang Yan of the Lingguang Sect, Zhang Yuanhao would have a nearly thirty percent chance of breaking through the Zhuji Pill after taking it, but this was far from enough.

Zhang Yuanhao would not hand over the medicinal materials to Ouyang Yan for alchemy. First, the latter's alchemy can only be regarded as mediocre, the success rate is not high, three copies are at most one, and the quality is average, so it can only be regarded as a low-grade Zhuji Dan. And like the Black Iron Sect Refining Yuanhai, the Yi Shooting Real People of the Duobao Chamber of Commerce, they are all alchemy masters, and the Zhuji Dan that is refined can be regarded as a medium-grade or even high-grade Zhuji Dan, and the probability of successfully building a foundation is much higher than that of the Dan refined by Ouyang Yan.

Second, he couldn't expose too much the fact that his spirit stones had skyrocketed. If he took out the medicinal materials that could refine three parts of Tsukidan at one time, then many people who knew him would suspect that it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Zhang Yuanhao and the people of the Lingguang Sect agreed to meet at the foot of the Guanhe Tower in the unitary time, and now it is four quarters of the Shen hour, and it is less than half an hour away from the agreed time. Zhang Yuanhao took Long Xin and hurried to the store he rented and finished the matter. By the time the two of them arrived at the bottom of the crane tower, it was only a quarter of an hour before the agreed time.

Soon, the monks of the Lingguang Sect came in groups of threes and twos, each with their own small groups, one after another. However, no one expected that after only a day of not seeing him, Zhang Yuanhao already had 600,000 spirit stones on his body, which could be said to be more than the spirit stones on all of them combined.

After two or three days, most of the monks managed to trade what they wanted, exchanging some items they didn't need. As a result, quite a few people have already left the city of Peklong.

At the end of the day, the monks of Pak Long City will clean up the stalls on the streets of Fang Shi, take back the storefronts, and reopen their own businesses.