Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

Stepping into Tianshui City again,

It is still busy and bustling.

Xia Chen came to Wanbao Tower.

Not long after, a beautiful girl came to the private room.

"My concubine, Lianyun, is the manager of Wanbao Tower. I wonder if you have any treasures to sell!"

The steward of the reception this time was not the old man from last time, but a graceful woman, wearing a long white dress and an incense ring. Her face was dignified and plump. As she walked around, a strange fragrance hit her.

"It turns out to be Fairy Lianyun!"

Xia Chen nodded in greeting, and then took out the treasure to be traded:

Forty-nine East China Sea lighting beads.

Eighteen first-level elixirs.

Thirty-nine first-level spiritual fruits.

Fairy Lianyun was a little surprised when she looked at these treasures. They were just elixirs and fruits. The beads the size of a sea bowl were really rare. They should have come from the East China Sea.

He pondered for a moment and said: "These pearls, I can give you one hundred and fifty low-grade spiritual stones. As for the elixir and spiritual fruit, the price is four thousand low-grade spiritual stones. A total of eleven thousand low-grade spiritual stones. I wonder if you can agree?"

Xia Chen thought for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

Not long after, a maid brought over an exquisite storage bag.

Xia Chen glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness and found that the number was basically correct.

Then he walked out of Wanbao Tower.

However, he did not go back directly, but wandered around Tianshui City.

Finally, he stopped in front of a dilapidated shop in the north of the city.

There is a plaque hanging above the shop with the three characters "Xuanfufang" written on it.

It's just that the plaque is a little crooked and covered in dust. It looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

There is also a notice posted on the door:

This store is for sale.

After entering the store, Xia Chen saw a mortal waiter sleeping leaning against a pillar, while the boss was reading a book boredly on the counter.

"Oh? Fellow Taoist, do you want to buy talismans? The talismans in this shop are exquisite and of high quality. They will definitely give you value for money!"

When the shopkeeper saw someone coming in, he quickly put down his book and greeted him enthusiastically.

Xia Chen pointed to a stack of talismans on the display cabinet next to him with yellowed paper and vague wormholes, and said with a strange expression:

"Is this the exquisite talisman you said?"

"Although these talismans are older, their power has not been compromised!"

After saying that, the shopkeeper took out a low-level first-level talisman and wanted to test it himself.

As soon as he used his magic power, a fierce flame burst out.

Xia Chen's spiritual consciousness was so powerful that he realized something was wrong as soon as the talisman took effect and quickly got out of the way.

The shopkeeper was not so lucky. Half of his hair was burned, and his face was covered in black and gray, making him extremely miserable.

"Fellow Taoist, you must have seen it. The low-grade fire talisman of this level is so powerful. If you buy it, you will make a profit!"

The shopkeeper coughed a few times, but still managed to smile.

Xia Chen was speechless. It was obvious that the talisman had been in use for too long and the spiritual patterns on it were somewhat ineffective.

It's like the machine has been around for a long time and has some circuit malfunction.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm not here to buy spiritual talismans." Xia Chen said.

The shopkeeper was a little disappointed when he heard this and was about to go back and continue reading.

But he never thought that Xia Chen would ask next: "Look at the notice outside, Taoist friend wants to sell the shop?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly gave a thumbs up and said: "Speaking of friendly eyes, this is a thousand-year-old store, and it is absolutely worth every penny!"

Then he quickly asked the waiter to pour him a cup of spiritual tea.

It's just that the tea leaves are basically tea stems, with some black ash floating on them.

Xia Chen did not drink tea, but asked: "I wonder how much your friend wants?"

"Five thousand low-grade spiritual stones, this thousand-year-old shop belongs to fellow Taoist!" the shopkeeper said.

"Five thousand low-grade spiritual stones are too expensive!"

Xia Chen was shocked by the price.

"In a place like Tianshui City where land is at a premium, it's not expensive to buy such a large area!" the shopkeeper explained quickly.

Xia Chen looked around and was speechless.

This is only more than 80 square meters, which is already very small compared to other stores.

What's more, it is still in the eastern suburbs of Tianshui City, and there is little traffic.

The shopkeeper’s enthusiastic voice then came:

"Besides, you can use my well-decorated place. Fellow Taoist, please see, even my counter is made of ten thousand-year-old spiritual wood!"

After saying that, he slapped the table hard.

There was only a "click" sound, and a spiderweb-like gap opened on the table.

"My little brother is too cash-strapped to accept it!"

Xia Chen bowed his head and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

The shopkeeper couldn't stand anymore, chased him out, and said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, I should pay you back the price!"

Xia Chen stopped, looked around, and shook his head: "This location, this passenger flow, this decoration, five thousand low-grade spiritual stones, what can I do?"

"What's going on? You're going to pay me back one, just in case it's done!" Ling Fu's boss was anxious.

Xia Chen was a little dissatisfied with this place, so he said casually: "If you don't sell a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, forget it!"

After that, he was ready to leave again.

"Sell!"

"Who said we won't sell it!"

The boss quickly took out a store deed, cinnabar for drawing, and an old writing brush.

Xia Chen was stunned. He didn't expect the store owner to be so decisive.

This made him wonder if the price was quoted too high.

Seeing Xia Chen's hesitation, the shop owner became a little anxious and said, "As cultivators, we never break our promises. My Taoist friends don't keep their word, right?"

Xia Chen touched his chin and looked around carefully.

Although the decoration is not very good and the location is a bit remote, it is not a loss-making business to buy this shop with one thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Other shops are estimated to cost this price or even higher.

Then he solemnly signed the contract.

Seeing the successful sale of the shop, the shop owner was obviously relieved and smiled more.

After a conversation, I learned that the shop owner's father was a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining, who was good at drawing spirit talismans, so he opened a spirit talisman shop in Tianshui City.

Later, the shop owner's father died. He did not have the talent to draw spirit talismans, and could only rely on the spirit talismans left by his old father to make a living.

This is also the reason why the spirit talismans here are relatively old.

He knew that he was dull and that he was already at the top of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

So he thought about selling his ancestral property, going to the Great Jin Dynasty to guard a town, marrying a wife and having children, enjoying wealth and glory, and saving himself from struggling in the world of immortal cultivation and being a small figure.

After receiving Xia Chen's 1,000 low-grade spirit stones, the shop owner left happily without any regrets.

As for the remaining clerk, he was just an ordinary mortal in Tianshui City.

Xia Chen gave him a spirit stone and sent him away.

"What name should I give it..."

Xia Chen thought about it and finally decided to call it "Blue Fatty Grocery Store".

The things he sold in his shop were quite miscellaneous, just like the props of Blue Fatty, which was just right.