nyslfriends Chapter 164 Exchange
Chapter 164 Exchange
The beast inhaled deeply through its two large nostrils, its demonic power transforming into two streams of air that flowed into its nose. It made chewing sounds, its narrow eyes squinted so much they were almost invisible, and its expression was one of pleasure.
A few breaths later, it opened its mouth and exhaled a breath of waste gas. This thing didn't even have a pylorus on its rear end, so it just exhaled through its nostrils, which was quite convenient.
It jumped to the side, revealing the grave mound with a hole in it, clearly confirming that Jiu Xiang's identity was correct.
Yang Silang felt relieved; as expected.
Transforming the barbarian into myself, with my heart and body as barbarian, even the Qi-eating beast could not distinguish the difference between the demonic power it was using and the original form of the Shu Temple.
He crawled into the hole.
The tunnel was dug only half a zhang deep before reaching the ground.
All that could be seen inside the cave was...
The precious wooden coffin was dismantled into pieces, and a skeleton lay on the ground, already decayed, with copper coins and porcelain fragments scattered in the surrounding soil.
The tomb was robbed many years ago.
This tomb was built with great care, with blue bricks forming arched walls, and a dozen metal lamp holders on the walls, which were used to keep the lamps burning forever, though the candles have long since decayed.
The lamp base is still there. It is likely that the burial goods were very rich back then, and the tomb robbers didn't care about these few small items, so they were left unharmed and embedded in the wall.
at this time.
Two- or three-inch-tall figures stand on most of the lamp bases.
Three tiny figures, each about three inches tall, wearing masks with the characters "Head," "Fixed," and "Sacrifice" on their faces, gathered on a lamp stand. They were gesturing wildly but made no sound, yet their movements revealed what they were talking about.
Between the spirits, they can converse and communicate; they can also exchange thoughts, silently and efficiently.
Yang Silang then scanned the crowd.
They knew to stand in order at every gathering, and even if the person in front of them couldn't make it, they would leave a seat for them.
A person stands on a lamp base, wearing a mask with the number eight on their face.
This mask-like artifact can largely conceal the soul light emitted by a person, making their appearance completely blurry and distorted, as well as their body shape. Even the voice they emit is altered, making it impossible to find any trace of the real person.
Yang Silang went straight to find a lamp stand behind Baxiang and put it down.
A wisp of the other party's soul probed over.
"Ninth Brother, why are you so late today?"
Yang Silang responded with his spiritual thoughts.
"Eighth Sister, I encountered a lively scene on the way here today, and I ended up watching it for too long, which made me late."
The two have a pretty good relationship; one answers questions politely, and the other gives perfunctory replies, mainly exchanging a few pleasantries to keep themselves company.
In Shu Miaosheng's memory, several people were recommended to join the group by the first incense offering, such as the Eighth Sister. It seemed that she had some background and could often bring up information that others did not know.
After a while.
The first offering of three incense sticks is placed separately on the lamp stand in front.
He coughed once and then uttered a few clichés.
"Brothers, let's gather again tonight."
"The old rules still apply: everything of value can be exchanged or cashed out."
"I don't care about identity or background, I only care about the result."
"Following members after the meeting is strictly prohibited; serious offenders will be permanently banned!"
"Disclosing the secrets of this organization is strictly prohibited; violators will be executed."
"Does everyone understand?"
Everyone bowed and clasped their hands, saying "We understand."
Dingxiang stepped forward and looked around at everyone.
"At the last gathering, some guests asked us for information."
"First, Pei Shihou, the illegitimate son of the Pei family, died during the last exploration of the secret realm. The legitimate son, Pei Shihou, was vague about the cause of his death. What was the real cause of his death?"
"Second, the southward exploration map of the four major clans' secret realms."
"Does anyone have reliable information? You can talk to me privately after the gathering."
"The first message said the other party offered 100 spirit stones; the second message said 10 spirit stones."
So-called spirit stones are stone minerals containing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, which are especially suitable for Daoist cultivators to absorb, surpassing the essence of the moon and sun countless times. Generally, only cultivators in the Manifestation Realm begin to use them.
A hundred spirit stones are enough for several months of cultivation. The fact that the other party offered such a high price for Pei Shihou's death shows that they are quite concerned.
As for the map in the secret realm of the four great families, it is estimated that the other families temporarily left it as an option. No one thought that they would attack the secret realm when the four great families were at their peak. Therefore, the amount of spirit stones produced was not much. It was a case of taking a chance.
Yang Silang swayed.
Hmm... he knows the answers to both of these questions.
However, he quickly changed his mind and did not try to show off.
Who cares about Pei Shihou's death, except for his famously beautiful mother?
Despite having such good resources from a prestigious family, his cultivation level barely reached the Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master level.
This is like Tong Baisui relying on the Hanshan Martial Arts School, only to become an Iron Bone Martial Master.
Pei Shihou only gained some special status in the patriarch's heart through his mother's influence, but he wasn't a promising talent, so his death wouldn't be a loss to the Pei family.
The guest who's willing to spend a hundred spirit stones to ask about this information is quite easy to guess.
Yang Silang knew the answer, but he couldn't show his face, as it would be too easy to get himself into trouble. Whether it was this Jiu Xiang identity or his true identity, it would cause trouble.
As for the map of the four secret realms to the south, their team naturally drew the part they were responsible for exploring. But if they were to send this information up, the six members of the team who returned alive would be the prime suspects. Why risk getting themselves into trouble?
Therefore, he didn't want to earn a single spirit stone for either of these two problems; they were too troublesome.
of course.
Anyone who stays behind alone after the meeting is highly suspicious.
After Dingxiang finished speaking.
He coughed once as he offered incense.
"Alright, everyone."
"As always, we exchanged goods and services."
"Cultivation techniques, resources, and elixirs can all be exchanged."
"Please..."
Only then did the incense masters begin to communicate.
People have all sorts of needs.
Thirteen Spices is looking to buy a basic storage bag that can hold three to five scales.
Si Xiang said that he was short five catties of Cold Heart Iron to refine the alchemy furnace; Ba Xiang said that he had a few Three-Turn Golden Pills and was willing to transfer them; Liu Xiang accidentally obtained a fragmented Daoist technique and said that if fellow Daoists wanted to exchange them, they could discuss it.
Some incense masters don't exchange Taoist teachings at all, but rather seek to purchase master-level secret manuals; some even seek to purchase master-level inner armor.
It seems that this loose cultivator association can exchange anything and is not limited to the path of Daoist cultivation.
When it came to Yang Silang, he imitated the tone of the Shu Temple monks and said that he needed three pills of the Blazing Sun Pill, one of which was enough to support his needs for a month.
At this time.
This explains why the three incense offerings before the first ritual are considered the most important by the loose monks.
Yang Silang wants the Scorching Sun Pill.
The first incense stick nodded in agreement, but each pill would cost one thousand taels of silver.
As expected, it was much more expensive than the market price in the Chamber of Commerce, but Yang Silang was neither from a prominent family nor a disciple of a major sect, so he couldn't buy it at all.
Additionally, the Cold Heart Iron, a master-level manual, is something Ding Xiang claims to possess and is available for exchange or purchase.
The people acted very decisively.
The first incense stick reached into his body and produced a jade box, which he then showed to Yang Silang for inspection.
Wandering spirits can move anything from a few dozen kilograms to several hundred kilograms.
Yang Silang had no idea how many treasures were hidden inside the other person's body.
He was glad that he could summon and use the grid even in his soul form. In the blink of an eye, a stack of silver notes appeared, and the money was settled on the spot.
An hour passed.
The exchange among the participants came to an end.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Silang sold a three-stage golden pill and several martial arts pills from the snake cave. Including the cost of his own purchase of the Blazing Sun Pill, he made a profit of five thousand taels of silver.
That's more like it!
Overall, due to their scarcity and monopoly, materials for Daoist cultivation can fetch high prices, with 30% higher being normal and 40% or 50% higher being possible.
As for martial arts materials, they are just like those on the black market, cheaper than the market price, but their origins are probably questionable. Both the buyer and seller agree on this, so there's no question of losing out.
He coughed once as he offered incense.
"There's some news I need you all to find out about at this gathering."
"A guest offered thirty spirit stones to inquire about the burial site of Cao Dongyang, the martial saint commander who guarded the last emperor of the Jin Dynasty."
"Everyone can prepare one or two things. If you can find out, please contact me privately."
The incense and candle association is quite cautious about large transactions and protects personal privacy. Even fellow members are prohibited from inquiring about each other's affairs, and all communication is done privately with the three top incense masters.
The first incense stick was offered just as the meeting was about to adjourn.
Suddenly, something inside him emitted a sharp warning sound.
He gave a cold laugh.
"Those aristocratic patrol teams are really sharp-nosed. We hid so well outside the city, yet they still managed to find us."
"Please take care on your journey home. I hope that at the next gathering, we will all be there, with no one missing..."
"Let's call it a day..."
"The three of us will lure away some brothel dogs for you, to relieve some of the pressure."
With a wave of his hand, he sent Dingxiang and Jixiang upwards through the grave.
The other incense masters used their various abilities to pass through the wall and leave.
Without hesitation, Yang Silang immediately burrowed into the ground and disappeared underground.
He used the Serpent Escape technique underground, which was much faster than flying in the air. His soul passed through the soil and rocks, heading straight into the city.
Under spiritual awareness.
He looked up and saw a violent surge of magical energy rising in the air above him.
It seems that the three incense shops and the aristocratic patrol teams have clashed.
But that was none of his business. Yang Silang kept burrowing underground, only thinking about getting home safely.
Suddenly, a surge of magical energy appeared behind him, and someone on the ground was also chasing him at lightning speed. They were blatant and made no attempt to hide it, clearly like a cat playing with a mouse, thinking they had it all figured out.
"That scoundrel in front of me, secretly practicing Taoism, is guilty of an unforgivable crime, and yet he dared to run away, his crime is compounded!"
"You stop right there!"
The other party's voice has already come through.
Yang Silang curled his lip, "You're not an official, so what right do you have to judge people?"
If I get caught, my crime will be compounded; if I don't, won't I be safe and sound?
At this moment, She Nu appeared beside him.
"Sir, should I send him to his final resting place?"
She Nu was eager to show off, but Yang Silang shook his head, saying there was no need to cause any more trouble.
The purpose of offering incense was to lure people away; there was no mention of killing anyone.
It's easy to get rid of the lackeys of powerful families, but no one wants to provoke the behemoth behind them.
His speed increased dramatically. This time, he used the underground burrowing technique to burrow down several dozen feet, then moved horizontally, escaping in the general direction.
At this point, it was more than ten feet above the ground, and my spiritual sense couldn't penetrate it, so I couldn't determine my location.
Sure enough, he suddenly burrowed into the ground, and the pursuers lost track of him. Unable to follow him any longer, they cursed a few times and had no choice but to turn and leave.
Yang Silang counted the time, and after going deep underground for several more miles, he suddenly pierced through the ground again.
A moment later, he suddenly sensed with his soul power that the guardian lamp had lit up like the brightest moon in the darkest night, indicating that he had already escaped to the vicinity of his home.
A fleeting thought crossed Yang Silang's mind.
shuh...
He had vanished into the soil, instantly returning to his physical body.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his bedroom, surrounded by familiar scenery.
Yang Silang jumped off the bed and stretched his limbs. Tonight's events were quite bizarre. He was originally in high spirits and wanted to take a night stroll out of the city to try out the supernatural powers he had obtained from She Nu.
Unexpectedly, he infiltrated the circle of independent cultivators and even managed to buy three Blazing Sun Pills.
Tonight's harvest was good. Yang Silang went out to fight, impersonate, infiltrate, trade, and then escape back. He was already exhausted and went straight to bed to sleep.
Before going to sleep, he sincerely hoped that Shang Sanxiang was alive and well. If they died, who would he get to buy the Blazing Sun Pills...?
The next morning.
Yang Silang appeared outside the Wujing Tower gate early in the morning.
He prepared to enter one of the rooms that Granny Tianjing had pointed out last time, and choose a great spear technique.