"Holy shit, it really sold for seventy thousand points?"
"Heavens, those two stones were really worth seventy thousand?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I've been doing fucking missions for a hundred years, and I haven't even earned seventy thousand!"
"This kid's lucky!"
"Lucky, my ass. If he were lucky, would he have offended Senior Brother Thunderclap?"
"Once you've offended Senior Brother Thunderclap, all the luck in the world is useless!"
Quite a few Outer Disciples around him pointed at He Pingsheng and talked about him.
He Pingsheng merely smiled and put away his number token, then left the spot and began browsing the Trading Fair.
Now that he had points, it was time to buy things.
Having arrived in the Immortal Realm, what He Pingsheng most, most, most urgently needed now was a book introducing the Immortal Realm's basic common knowledge.
Next was a Talisman Brush, because he already had Talisman Paper and Talisman Ink and could draw first-grade Immortal Talismans.
He also wanted to buy a beginner's pill recipe and see whether he could perform alchemy!
Of course, if he wanted to refine pills, he would also have to purchase an Alchemy Furnace!
But simply gathering all these things would not be enough.
They still needed to be enhanced, but using the Treasure-Gathering Basin now would make it easy for someone to spy on him, so he also needed a formation.
Setting up a formation would be troublesome. He would need not only books on formations, but formation materials as well.
The string of needs made He Pingsheng feel as though the suffering was worse than death.
He Pingsheng, who had just received seventy thousand points, suddenly felt that he had too few points again.
Whatever!
One step at a time!
I'll look around first.
There were many stalls, a full