Less than half a minute later, there was a slight knock on the door. Han Changshuo went to open the door himself and invited two men and a beautiful middle-aged woman in.
An old man in his early fifties with a ruddy face and a mustache, a short and fat old man in a yellow robe, and a young woman in her early thirties in a green skirt.
"Senior Liu, Senior Sun, Senior Yang, let me introduce you. This is my ninth brother. He is also an alchemist."
Han Changshuo pointed at Han Changming and introduced him.
Han Changming clasped his fists towards the three of them and said politely, "I am Han Changming, nice to meet you three fellow Taoists."
"Han Changming, so you are Han Changming, what a young man!"
The old man in yellow robe stroked his beard and said with a smile.
The old man in red robe and the young woman in green skirt just nodded and said nothing.
They didn't know Han Changming, so naturally they weren't very enthusiastic.
After a few simple greetings, Han Changming picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "I heard from my second brother that several Taoist friends have very high levels of alchemy and have given him a lot of guidance. Han, please drink a glass to you all."
To be honest, the alchemy level of these three people is not high. They have just become second-level lower-grade alchemists. Many cultivators will learn a skill only after entering the foundation-building stage. Before entering the foundation-building stage, they will concentrate on practicing.
Han Changming was in the middle stage of foundation building. They felt very comfortable with this flattery and the three of them quickly responded.
"Fellow Daoist Han, what kind of second-level elixir can you refine?"
The old man in yellow robe took a bite of the food and asked casually.
"I have not yet learned how to refine a second-level elixir, and I am just about to ask a few fellow Taoists for advice."
Han Changming said politely.
After hearing this, the three of them nodded and said nothing.
In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, and the same is true in other circles. Only those with ability can gain the respect of others. Han Changming is good at fighting, but not so good at alchemy. If he wants to be recognized as a second-level alchemist, he needs to show his real ability.
Han Changming didn't know how to refine the second-level elixir, and he didn't want to pretend to know it when he didn't, as that was unnecessary.
"This time the Tiandan Sect is holding the Tiandan Conference. I heard that there will be many second-level alchemists gathering together to exchange their alchemy experiences and exchange things. Han brought some things and would like to exchange them with the three Taoist friends. What do you think?"
If alchemists want to get spiritual medicines and magic pills, they usually go to shops to buy them, and sometimes they exchange them with others.
"No problem, Sun was just about to propose an exchange!"
They took out hundred-year-old elixirs or second-level demon pills to exchange with Han Changming, and Han Changming did the same, taking out hundred-year-old elixirs or second-level demon pills.
No one is stupid and no one would rashly take out the really good stuff. Han Changming did not hold out much hope. He was just testing the waters. These three second-level alchemists were locals and they must have channels to contact other alchemists. Han Changming hoped to integrate into the alchemist circle and exchange things.
He exchanged two hundred-year-old elixirs and did not lose money, which was considered a gesture of goodwill.
"Fellow Daoist Han, Fairy Xu of the Tiandan Sect is hosting an exchange meeting tomorrow night. Many Daoists will attend to exchange their alchemy experiences and items. If you are interested, you can go and participate. The venue is at Laixian Tower."
Han Changming looked delighted and agreed with a smile.
In the following time, they toasted each other, exchanged elixirs, and became closer. They talked about refining second-level elixirs. Although they didn't say much, Han Changming got some inspiration.
An hour later, the banquet ended and the five people returned home.
"Ninth brother, you don't come to Shark Market very often, let me take you for a good tour!"
Han Changming nodded and agreed.
He left in a hurry last time and didn't have time to take a good look around.
The layout of Shark Market is similar to that of Green Turtle Market. Because of the Tiandan Conference, there are many cultivators on the streets and a constant flow of people.
After more than half an hour, they arrived at a huge bluestone square with a large number of stalls.
Having said that, Han Changming has been to many markets, but has never found a bargain.
The square where casual cultivators set up stalls is a mixed crowd, with all kinds of people and a wide variety of goods. If you have a good eye, you may be able to buy something good, but if you have a poor eye, you may suffer a loss. Even so, many cultivators cannot resist the temptation, and everyone fantasizes about being the lucky one and picking up something good.
There are all kinds of things on the stalls, including talismans, magic tools, pills, alchemy materials, etc.
Suddenly, there was a stir in the spirit beast bag on Han Changming's waist.
A look of surprise flashed across Han Changming's eyes and he stopped.
There was a small stall in front of him. The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his thirties who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
On the stall were some refining materials, a few spiritual medicines that were more than ten years old, and a few spiritual trees.
Han Changming squatted down and his eyes fell on a purple round bead the size of a fingernail.
The purple round beads are crystal clear and look like some kind of crystal.
"How much is this piece of Biyang wood?"
Han Changming pointed to a piece of green spiritual wood next to the purple round bead and asked casually.
"Senior, you have good eyesight. This piece of Biyang wood is a hundred years old. Although it is a little small, it should be no problem to use it to refine a second-level magic weapon. How about a hundred spirit stones?"
"Your piece of Biling Wood is too small. It can only be used to refine two darts at most. It is only enough for two times. One hundred yuan is too expensive. It is about the same with these two things."
Han Changming pointed at the purple beads and a piece of ore and bargained.
"Senior, you are joking. We are a small business. So, add another thirty spirit stones and all three items will be yours."
Han Changming shook his head and said, "One hundred and thirty is too much, one hundred and twenty is about right."
"I'll give you 150 yuan. I want all three of them."
A green storage bag fell from the sky and landed in front of the stall owner.
A female voice like a silver bell rang out, and a fragrant breeze drifted into Han Changming's nose.
Han Changming frowned and said without raising his head, "Everything has a first come first served basis. I like these three things, and I didn't say I wouldn't buy them."
Han Changshuo tactfully took out 130 spirit stones and handed them to the stall owner.
Han Changming stretched out his hand to grab the purple round bead, but an embroidered shoe came in front of Han Changming and stepped on the purple round bead. Han Changming pressed his palm on the embroidered shoe and looked back.
A girl in her early twenties in a red dress stood behind him. The girl had delicate features, fair skin, and a hot body. Half of her breasts were exposed, which was very tempting. Her beautiful eyes were full of charm.
"I have already paid, fairy, please take your feet back."
Han Changming's tone was calm. Just because he didn't want to cause trouble didn't mean he was afraid of it.
"What a joke! I paid first. The highest bidder wins. Haven't you heard of this saying?" The girl in the red dress sneered.
She looked at the middle-aged man, a red light flashed across her eyes, and she asked with a smile: "I paid first, so the things belong to me, right?"
The middle-aged man's eyes glazed over, and he nodded and said, "Yes, it's yours."
"Illusion? Daoyou cast an illusion on a junior, what does that count as?"
Han Changming remained unmoved and held on to the woman in the red dress's feet.
The red-dressed girl's eyes turned cold and she said, "Why? Fellow Daoist, you want to spar with me? Let's find a place and have a good sparring match. Whoever wins gets the things."
"I'm not interested. If you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude."
Han Changming exerted force, lifted the right foot of the girl in the red skirt, and grabbed the purple round bead like lightning.
The girl in the red dress didn't expect Han Changming to be like this. She lost her balance and fell towards Han Changming.
Han Changming instinctively reached forward to catch the girl in the red dress. Hmm, it was very soft and big.
The red-dressed girl's cheeks flushed immediately. She quickly stood up and said through gritted teeth, "You are so bold, you pervert."
She slapped Han Changming with her right hand, wanting to slap him, but Han Changming grabbed her right hand tightly.
"Fairy, you asked for this, you can't blame me."
The girl in the red dress shook her wrist, and the bell on her hand rang out a crisp sound. Her eyes lit up red. Han Changming met the gaze of the girl in the red dress and felt dizzy.
He suddenly appeared in a spacious hall, surrounded by women on both sides, with a group of young and beautiful women dancing in front of him.
These women have hot bodies, wearing thin gauze that cannot hide their plump figures. Some are shy, some are bold and passionate, and some are gentle as water. They are charming and arouse people's imagination.
The two women on Han Changming's left and right were extremely beautiful. One of them held a glass of wine, and the other held a spiritual fruit, and fed Han Changming with it.
Seeing this scene, Han Changming couldn't help but feel a little distracted, after all, he was a young man.
At this moment, a soul-stirring male voice suddenly rang out.
Han Changming only felt a flash before his eyes, and the beauties around him disappeared. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to look into the eyes of the girl in the red dress again.
Before this, he thought that the girl in the red dress was using a bewitching spell on the middle-aged man, and that the bewitching spell should have no effect on him. Unexpectedly, he fell into the illusion so easily. This woman was too terrifying and was definitely not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.
At this time, the girl in the red dress was standing not far away, glaring. Opposite her stood a young man in his early twenties in a silver shirt.
The young man in silver shirt was tall, with a face as white as jade. He carried a silver flying sword on his back and held a white folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young man.
"How dare you ruin my good deeds! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
The girl in the red dress looked cold and said in a chilling voice.
"You are joking, fairy. I did not say that. However, this is a market town. If you have any grievances with this fellow Taoist, you can go outside to settle them. The market town is for cultivators to trade and rest."
The young man in silver shirt spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, his face calm.
The girl in the red dress looked cold and was about to get angry. She moved her ears, and it was obvious that someone was sending her a message.
"Forget it. I won't bother with you this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
The girl in the red dress glared at Han Changming fiercely, stomped her feet, and left angrily.
Han Changming breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, bowed to the young man in silver shirt, and said gratefully: "I am Han Changming. Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. What is your name?"
The young man in silver shirt has reached the late stage of foundation building. Judging from his dress and conversation, he is obviously not an ordinary foundation building cultivator.
It is rare to see someone who has reached the late stage of foundation building in his twenties in the Red Algae Sea. Han Changming guessed that this person was most likely an elite disciple of a certain immortal cultivation sect, the kind that was being trained as a priority.
"My name is Ye Tonghua. You don't have to be polite, Fellow Daoist Han. It's just a small favor, it's nothing."
The young man in silver shirt said with a smile, his tone gentle, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
"Anyway, if it weren't for Daoist Fellow's help, I would have made a fool of myself in public. There is a teahouse in front. I wonder if Daoist Fellow Ye would be able to move there?"
Han Changming clasped his fist towards Ye Tonghua and spoke politely.
"I appreciate your kindness, Fellow Daoist Han. I have other things to deal with. Goodbye."
Ye Tonghua politely declined and left.
Han Changming looked at Ye Tonghua's departing back with an interested look on his face.
"Brother, you have been in Shark Market for so long, do you know this person? Or have you ever heard of him?"
Han Changshuo recalled carefully, shook his head, and said, "There are not many famous sword cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Period in the Qingli Sea. I don't remember any sword cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Period who matches this person's situation. He might be a cultivator from other seas! The Tiandan Conference is a grand event held by the Tiandan Sect. In addition to the alchemist exchange meeting, there will also be an auction of various cultivation resources. It is said that there will be an auction of magic weapons, and the scale is twice as large as previous auctions. Many cultivators have come here specially to participate in this auction."
Han Changming nodded. He had known about this situation for a long time, otherwise he would not have come all the way here.
At this time, the middle-aged man also recovered. Han Changming took away the three materials and walked forward with Han Changshuo.
Half an hour later, Han Changming and Han Changshuo broke up and went back to their respective homes.
Ye Xin went out and was not in the store.
Han Changming took out the purple round bead and looked at it carefully. He couldn't tell what the purple round bead was. There was a disturbance in the spirit beast bag.
He slapped the spirit beast bag, and the Purple Crystal Flying Scorpion immediately flew out, hissing excitedly. It wanted to swallow the purple bead. It seemed that the purple bead contained a deadly poison, but he had never heard of it. This was normal. The world of cultivating immortals was huge, with vast land and abundant resources. There were many strange materials, and it was impossible for all of them to be recorded in the Han family's books.
Before figuring out the origin of this purple round bead, Han Changming did not plan to give it to the Amethyst Flying Scorpion. In case it was a third-level refining material, it would be a waste for it to swallow it.
He fed the Purple Crystal Flying Scorpion with the spirits of dozens of top-grade first-class monsters and put it back into the spirit beast bag.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion was a little resistant, and Han Changming had to comfort it for a long time before it was willing to return to the spirit beast bag. This made Han Changming even more curious about the origin of the purple round beads.
After a while, Ye Xin came back with a look of joy on her face.
"Husband, look what I got?"
Ye Xin took out a green wooden box and handed it to Han Changming.
Han Changming opened it and saw a purple round bead the size of a fist inside.
"This is······"
Ye Xin smiled slightly and explained, "The Purple Fistula Pearl is the excrement of the Purple Fistula Worm, a rare insect in the world. It is highly toxic. Strictly speaking, it is a highly toxic refining material. Don't you have a Purple Crystal Flying Scorpion? It will definitely like it."