Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Thirty thousand spirit stones sold!

Wei Hong witnessed the completion of a transaction with his own eyes, and the amount was as high as 30,000 spirit stones.

"Is this the price of a spiritual weapon? A medium-grade second-level spiritual weapon alone would cost 20,000 to 30,000 spiritual stones. An average foundation-building cultivator might not be able to afford it!"

When Wei Hong saw this scene, he couldn't help but think secretly in his heart.

At the same time, he had already made a rough estimate of the price of a second-level spiritual weapon.

Then he walked forward a little further and came to a stall selling pills. The stall owner was an old man with a goatee. He shook his head and said, "Daoyou, this bottle of Zhenyuan Pill in your hand was made by me with great effort. I will never sell it for less than 3,000 spirit stones."

In front of the old man stood a burly man.

The sturdy man frowned, and then said in a buzzing voice: "Fellow Daoist Qi, Zhenyuan Pill is just a second-level low-grade pill. Even if it can improve your cultivation, how can it be worth three thousand spirit stones per bottle? I will give you three hundred spirit stones at most!"

"Two thousand three? Don't even think about it. Let me put it this way. I've dealt with you a lot before. Here's the price: two thousand eight hundred spirit stones!" The old man shook his head again, and then said another price.

The sturdy man looked rough, but he was very decisive when bargaining. He said firmly, "Two thousand five hundred spirit stones, this is the highest price I can offer. If you agree, we will trade. If not, I will turn around and leave!"

"You, you, okay, okay, then let's go by the price you said!"

The old man looked helpless, but still agreed to the price mentioned by the strong man.

So the sturdy man immediately took out twenty-five medium-grade spirit stones and handed them to the old stall owner, then grabbed the white medicine bottle and turned away.

The old man didn't care at all about the strong man's departure. After counting the spirit stones, he happily put them into his storage bag.

Seeing this, Wei Hong turned around and walked to the side, but he was thinking secretly in his heart: "A bottle of second-level low-grade Zhenyuan Pill costs 2,500 spirit stones, and a bottle can only be used for one month at most. So, if I have to swallow the pill every month to help my cultivation, wouldn't it cost at least 30,000 spirit stones a year, or even more?"

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

There was no other reason, it was just that this number made him feel helpless.

Now he is only in the initial stage of foundation building, so buying second-grade inferior elixirs is not too expensive. But even so, if he wants to swallow the elixirs every month, he will need at least 30,000 spirit stones in a year.

If Wei Hong reaches the middle stage of foundation building, the cost of elixirs will be even greater.

In this case, he would probably have to invest all his salary and the spirit stones he earned from hidden benefits into it to barely support the annual consumption of pills.

Such a result naturally made Wei Hong very helpless.

"Damn it, spirit stones! Everything requires spirit stones. I didn't expect that I would be even more short of spirit stones after being promoted to the Foundation Establishment Stage!" Wei Hong couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

But this is only his current situation. If he really has no spirit stones to support him, he can only choose not to take the pills temporarily and wait until his financial situation improves.

After strolling around the stalls, Wei Hong tried to walk to the small circles to observe the situation.

Some circles for exchanging experiences would subconsciously exclude Wei Hong, but he didn't care. He smiled kindly and walked away without saying much.

However, those circles where people exchange items with each other do not prohibit others from watching. Wei Hong also watched the transactions in several circles.

Most of these transactions were successful, but a small number could not be exchanged because the owner's requirements were too demanding or the required items were too rare.

It took Wei Hong more than an hour to tour the entire hall.

During this period, he saw frequent transactions of various spiritual weapons, elixirs and materials, and each one was very valuable.

It was not until then that he realized that he seemed to be really too poor.

"Alas, I didn't know until I came here, I realized how poor I am!" Wei Hong smiled bitterly in his heart, then sighed: "If it weren't for the 3 cents commission of spiritual rice, I would have to save for many years to afford a spiritual weapon with only the basic salary of 10,000!"

"If I have to buy some elixirs for cultivation during this period, I don't know how long it will take to save up enough to buy a spiritual weapon. It's simply an endless amount of time!"

After walking around, Wei Hong not only found out that he was really poor, but he also didn't even have a decent spiritual weapon. He was extremely poor and didn't look like a foundation-building cultivator at all.

Such a discovery made him even more depressed.

"No, no matter it is a spiritual weapon, elixir, or other materials, they all require a large amount of spiritual stones. I must find a way to earn some spiritual stones. Otherwise, if I only rely on that basic salary, I will probably be like other ordinary foundation-building cultivators, staying in the same place for many years. Not only will my cultivation not improve much, but I won't even be able to save many spiritual stones!"

Thinking of this, Wei Hong became even more eager to earn a large amount of spirit stones.

He didn't want to be unable to buy pills because he didn't have enough spirit stones, and thus unable to speed up his cultivation, resulting in years of delay in advancement. This was definitely the last thing he wanted to see.

He also didn't want to be at a disadvantage when fighting with others just because he couldn't afford a spiritual weapon, or even cause more serious consequences.

Therefore, earning spirit stones has now become Wei Hong’s most urgent thought.

“But how do you make money?”

Wei Hong couldn't think of a good solution for a moment.

He wandered around, thinking secretly in his mind.

But he really couldn't think of any good way to make money for the time being, which undoubtedly made him quite distressed.

At this moment, four monks came towards him. Wei Hong thought that these four people were just strolling around casually, and was about to make way for them, but who knew that these four people actually looked at him with smiles on their faces at the same time, which made Wei Hong secretly alert for a moment.

He paused for a moment, frowned, then slowly relaxed his brows, and then took the initiative to ask the four people, "Do you four Taoist friends recognize me?"

Since these four people all looked at him and deliberately stopped in front of him, this undoubtedly revealed a message, that is, these four people were definitely looking for him.

However, Wei Hong was very sure that he did not know the four cultivators in front of him at all, so he was both wary and confused.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the middle of the four people smiled kindly and said: "Haha, don't be afraid, fellow Taoist, we four have no ill intentions, we just want to make friends with you!"