Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"There are more and more ghost soldiers outside the pass recently. I'm afraid that a war will break out soon!"

"Yes, the space channel of the underworld has been stabilized. It will be able to accommodate the golden elixir ghost generals in a month at most!"

"Alas, I don't know if the Ghost Pass can be defended."

The two guards were discussing, and suddenly a beam of light fell from the sky, revealing a figure at the city gate.

"Senior, who are you?"

"I am the elder of the Five Poison Sect. I have something important to ask Yuquan Zhenren. Please pass it on for me."

Song Yiming bowed and smiled, and took out a token.

On the token, there was a ferocious scorpion engraved, emitting spiritual power fluctuations. It was the Five Poison Sect Elder's Token.

"It turned out to be the Five Poison Sect Elder. Please wait a moment, I will pass it on now!"

A guard took the token, took a look, his face changed slightly, and he did not dare to neglect it, and hurried to pass it on.

Not long after, the guard went back and handed the token back respectfully.

"Elder Song, Yuquan Zhenren invites you."

"Thank you."

Song Yiming took back the token and, under the guidance of the guards, passed through layers of checkpoints and soon arrived at a hall.

In the hall, an old man in a green robe was sitting cross-legged at the top, playing with a jade slip in his hand. He was the patriarch of the Zhao family, Yuquan Zhenren.

"Fellow Daoist Yuquan, how are you?"

Song Yiming bowed and smiled, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hey! Have you formed a golden elixir?"

Zhenren Yuquan was stunned, with surprise on his face.

Three months ago, when the Seven Sects and Five Families held the Demon-Slaying Conference, he had seen Song Yiming and remembered that he was only in the middle stage of foundation building.

How long has it been since he formed a golden elixir?

"It's just luck, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Song Yiming looked calm, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This is the benefit of strength!

If he had been at the foundation building level before, he would have been respectful and polite to Master Yuquan.

But now, he has formed a golden elixir and is at the same level as Yuquan Zhenren. They are now equal and can be called Daoist friends.

"Haha, I was lucky to not form an elixir. Daoist Song is too modest."

Zhenren Yuquan smiled and did not ask further. He extended his hand and said, "Please sit down."

"Thank you."

Song Yiming was not polite and sat cross-legged beside him.

"Daoist Song, what do you think about the trip to the underworld?"

"Daoist Yuquan invited me so kindly. How can I refuse? This trip is for the underworld."

Song Yiming smiled slightly and explained his purpose.

"Haha, good! Sure enough, he is a quick talker!"

Zhenren Yuquan clapped his hands and laughed: "Since Daoist Song agreed to go with us, we should leave next month and go to the underworld!"

"Okay."

Song Yiming nodded without objection.

The two discussed the details again, and he stood up and said goodbye. Under the guidance of the guards, he left the hall and came to a remote courtyard.

This courtyard was specially arranged by Yuquan Zhenren as a place for him to stay temporarily.

"Senior, there is a large trade fair tonight. It is all private transactions between monks from various sects. There are many good things. Are you interested in going to see it?"

The guard introduced while leading the way.

A trade fair is different from an auction. It is mainly for monks from various sects to exchange what they have. Generally, spiritual stones are not used, but barter.

"The underworld is extremely dangerous. Although there are people traveling with you, you still need to make more preparations."

"This trade fair is an opportunity."

Song Yiming's heart moved, and he immediately decided to attend the trade fair at night.

He pushed open the door of the courtyard, sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced while waiting for the night to fall.

The sun set and the moon rose, and the night became darker.

Song Yiming stood up, walked out of the courtyard, and followed the route guided by the guards, all the way to the depths of the Ghost Pass.

Not long after, he came to a hall.

At this time, many monks had gathered in the side hall, standing or sitting in groups of three or two, communicating with each other.

Seeing Song Yiming coming, everyone's expression changed. After a few glances, they looked away.

"Another Jindan cultivator has come. It seems that the trade fair tonight is of a large scale."

"Yes, Zhao State has been in turmoil recently. All the sects have sent in a lot of people, and the trade fair has become lively."

"I hope we can gain something today."

Everyone discussed, but they were not in a hurry to trade, but waited for everyone to arrive.

Song Yiming glanced around, his eyes flickered slightly.

There were more than a hundred cultivators present, including more than a dozen Jindan cultivators, and even more foundation-building cultivators, as many as sixty or seventy.

The rest were all Qi-refining cultivators, the least number, only seven or eight, all of whom came to join in the fun.

Some of these cultivators wore sect costumes, and some wore cloaks to hide their identities. Obviously, they all had some plans.

At this time, Yuquan Zhenren strode into the side hall and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone is here, let's start the trade fair."

"I'm here to start a discussion. I have a Jindan Gongfa and want to exchange it for a 300-year-old spiritual medicine. I wonder if any Taoist friend is interested?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone present began to discuss.

"Although the Jindan Gongfa is precious, the 300-year-old spiritual medicine is even rarer. I'm afraid no one will exchange it."

"Yes, the 300-year-old spiritual medicine can already refine the Jinyuan Pill. It's in short supply."

Sure enough, after a few discussions, no one spoke.

Yuquan Zhenren was not disappointed. This Jindan Gongfa was just something he got casually, and he didn't take it seriously. He put it away immediately.

"I have a 100-year-old snake coil grass and want to exchange it for a second-level talisman, or something equivalent."

A cloaked man stood up and took out a black spiritual herb.

"Snake Coil Grass? This is the main ingredient for refining foundation-building pills, and foundation-building cultivators can also use it."

"It's a pity that it's only a hundred years old. If it's more than two hundred years old, I'll exchange it."

Several foundation-building cultivators talked for a few words, and then someone stood up and exchanged for the snake coil grass.

With the beginning, the atmosphere of the trade fair became lively, and everyone went on stage to show their treasures.

"With so many cultivators, there should be a lot of good things, right?"

Song Yiming thought to himself, and his eyes swept through the venue, and soon found several good spiritual objects.

But unfortunately, none of them were what he wanted.

"My fellow Taoists, I have a magical power in my hand, which can hide magic weapons in my body, called "Hidden Weapons in Bones."

"This magical power, when cultivated to a high level, even if the opponent is one level higher, he cannot see the clues, it is really magical."

"Which Taoist has a mid-grade magic weapon and is willing to exchange it for this magical power?"

A girl in a white dress stood out from the crowd and said crisply.

Although mid-grade magic weapons are precious, almost all major sects have methods to refine them, so they are not rare.

But this "Hidden Weapons in Bones" is a different way to integrate magic weapons into the bone orifices, making it hard to defend against the enemy.

"I have a low-grade magic weapon, I wonder if I can exchange it?"

An old Jindan hesitated and stood up.

"Low-grade magic weapons are good, but they are still not enough to exchange for magical powers."

The girl in a white dress shook her head slightly: "If there is a mid-grade magic weapon or a special magic weapon, I can exchange it immediately."

The old Jindan fell silent.

He only had one mid-grade magic weapon, so it was impossible to exchange it.

Just when everyone thought that no one would exchange for this magical power, Song Yiming suddenly had an idea and stood up.

"Fairy, I am willing to use spirit stones, can I exchange it?"