The Smithy Opens-Still the Same Upon Return

"Fellow Daoists, take a look. This is Nine-Spirit Grass, picked from the Nine-Spirit Immortal Spring. It is five thousand years old and was escorted ten thousand miles, all so it could safely reach your hands. Though it has a price, the bonds of the immortal path are priceless!"

"Hehe, how many Spirit Stones? Eight thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to take a look at beast artifacts? They preserve the spell power of Desolate ferocious beasts before death. Once an artifact is unleashed, it is like ten thousand beasts roaring, its savage might vast and mighty!"

"We have just acquired a batch of Heaven-Hidden Stones from the mine vein. Their quality is quite good, and the chance of cutting out treasures is very high. Fellow Daoists, do not miss this chance, hehe."

Noisy cries drifted into Chen Xun's ears as he wandered aimlessly down the street.

When he heard someone selling Heaven-Hidden Stones, he stopped. He recalled the time he and the Black Bull had gone to the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda and cut open several Heaven-Hidden Stones at a stall.

That low-grade Inferior Spirit Stone still hung inside his robe. Thinking of it, a faint smile rose at the corner of his lips.

But once he heard the price of the Heaven-Hidden Stones, Chen Xun's smile instantly froze. His fists slowly clenched without him realizing it. Why were the prices here more than half cheaper than before...

A trace of heartache flashed through his eyes. He shook his head and muttered, "Looks like buying stock still means going to the place of origin. It saves at least half."

As he spoke, Chen Xun took out a small notebook and made a note. This was precious experience in cultivation, an invaluable treasure for the younger generation.