In this market, the place where gold tickets and spiritual stones can be exchanged is the store directly set up by Tiandao Pavilion, and a certain handling fee is charged.レ★Wandou Literature Network★..▲レ
Xiao Chen came to the shop. There were some people inside. They were all disciples of the inner sect who were preparing to go down the mountain. Most of them exchanged spiritual stones for golden tickets.
The owner of the shop is an ordinary person who has no cultivation. He is dressed in fine silk and satin, has a mustache, and has a flash of light in his eyes. He looks like a typical businessman.
After everyone dispersed, the man walked towards Xiao Chen with a smile: "This little brother has been waiting for such a long time, but does he have any big plans?"
With good taste, Xiao Chen smiled lightly and said, "Just call me Ye Chen. I haven't asked the boss for his name yet."
"Haha, the boss can't tell. I'm just a helper. If you don't dislike the little brother, just call me Lao Hu." The boss smiled and said leisurely.
Xiao Chen didn't waste any time and directly took out the stacks of golden tickets from the Qiankun Ring and placed them neatly on the table, slowly covering the entire small wooden table.
A trace of surprise flashed across Lao Hu's face, his mustache tilted up, he walked slowly to the door of the store, carefully closed the door and hung a sign saying it was out of business.
Finally, he turned to Xiao Chen and said, "It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. Little brother Ye is indeed a generous person. I estimate that he has received tens of millions of taels of gold tickets. Do you want to exchange them all for spiritual stones?"
Xiao Chen nodded, and Lao Hu said with a smile: "This is your first time to exchange money here. Such a large-scale exchange will be a big loss."
Does the exchange ratio also change depending on the amount? Xiao Chen asked with some confusion: "What's the explanation?"
"Look over there." Old Hu turned around and pointed at a wooden board on the wall in the shop.
Xiao Chen looked in the direction of his finger. It was clearly written on the wooden sign that the ratio of gold tickets to spiritual stones was exchanged. Three thousand taels of gold could be exchanged for one low-level spiritual stone, but when it reached one hundred thousand taels, it became five thousand. Exchange two or two for a low-level spiritual stone.
The larger the denomination of the one-time transaction, the lower the exchange ratio will be. Xiao Chen looked down and saw that the exchange ratio had reached ten million taels of gold. Ten thousand taels of gold could only be exchanged for one lower-level spiritual stone. .
This is really not ordinary black, Xiao Chen said silently in his heart, ten thousand taels of gold can be exchanged for one lower-level spiritual stone, which means that the tens of millions of taels of gold in his hand can only be exchanged for one thousand lower-level spiritual stones.
"What's going on? You only need 3,000 taels of gold to redeem one piece at a time. Why does the larger the amount, the exchange rate decreases instead of increasing?" Xiao Chen asked extremely puzzled.
If he exchanged it once a day, the golden ticket in his hand could be exchanged for nearly 4,000 lower-level spiritual stones. The one-time exchange would only be 1,000, a full four times less, which would be unacceptable to anyone.
Lao Hu smiled faintly and said: "There have been cases in the past where people used to exchange large sums of gold tickets. They were all local wealthy families who had no way to obtain spiritual stones and wanted to take advantage of them."
"Think about whether spirit stones are more valuable or gold is more valuable. Spirit stones are consumable and gone after they are used, but gold is fluid and will never disappear. Moreover, Tiandao Pavilion does not have so many spirit stones. People exchange, so this rule is set.”
"But if you want to exchange spiritual stones for gold coins, the larger the quantity, the higher the ratio. This is why gold is valuable but spiritual stones are priceless."
Xiao Chen thought about the same truth. As far as warriors are concerned, it is much easier to obtain gold than to obtain spiritual stones. If the ratio is too high, it will indeed be a bit of a disadvantage.
Anyway, the money belonged to others, so Xiao Chen felt distressed and let it go, and finally chose to exchange it. Lao Huang immediately counted his golden tickets with a smile. After counting, he immediately brought a thousand spiritual stones to Xiao Chen.
After Xiao Chen took the spirit stone and walked far away, Lao Hu showed an ecstatic expression and secretly said that if there were a few more such enemies, he would probably be promoted soon.
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In fact, Xiao Chen also felt a little bit at a disadvantage. Old Hu's last smile was obviously a little impatient, but after all, this was something stolen, and it would be enough if he could exchange it for a spiritual stone.
When he came to the place where the stalls were set up, Xiao Chen wandered around. There were so many things that it was really dazzling. After a quick look, Xiao Chen found many treasures that were rarely seen in ordinary times.
"The top horn of the fifth-rank spirit beast, the silver-horned tiger, is sold for twenty spirit stones, or you can exchange it for a healing elixir of the fourth rank or higher!"
Xiao Chen's eyes stopped at a stall. The stall owner was a middle-aged man with the cultivation of a low-grade martial artist. After Tiandao Pavilion reaches a certain age, if it does not reach the corresponding realm, it will be stopped.
You can choose to go down the mountain freely, or you can choose to stay in Tiandao Pavilion, but you need to do everything yourself, and you have to pay a certain amount of spiritual stones every month.
The middle-aged man in front of me should belong to the latter category. Because of the rich aura on the Lingyun Mountains, he was reluctant to leave, so he chose to stay.
"I want this horn, but can it be cheaper? How about ten spiritual stones!" A young man stood in front of the stall and bargained.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "No, this is already the lowest price, and it won't be a penny less."
"Fifteen spirit stones, this is the highest price I can pay. What do you think? If you want to sell it, be more comfortable. You are lucky. I need this horn to refine a pill, otherwise I might not have it. People will buy it." The man was obviously unwilling and continued to bargain.
The middle-aged man still shook his head and said: "We won't sell less than twenty low-level spiritual stones. The horn on the head of this saber-toothed tiger grows one inch every ten years. It will take at least one hundred and fifty years for it to grow to its current length."
"The spiritual energy contained in such horns is extremely rich. Whether it is made into powerful bone soldiers or ground into powder to refine elixirs, it is of high value. Twenty spirit stones are already the lowest price."
boom!
The man threw the horn he was playing with heavily onto the stall, and said disdainfully: "You are a good-for-nothing, staying shamelessly on the mountain. I buy your stuff because I think highly of you. I want to see who will buy this horn." of."
"The time will come to see how you hand it over to the main palace spirit stone, and wait to be fucked off the mountain! You are giving me something shameless, just to make you feel uncomfortable!"
The young man only had the cultivation level of a middle-grade great martial artist. The middle-aged man was laughed at in front of his face. The expression on his face remained unchanged and very calm. "I must at least be worthy of my efforts. If I sell this thing at a low price, I will sell myself at a low price. If I were to be kicked out like this, I would be willing to do so.”
After the young man laughed a few more times, he cursed and walked away. Before leaving, he looked back from time to time and stared at the horn of the saber-toothed tiger on the stall, looking extremely unwilling.
Xiao Chen walked up to it and carefully inspected the horn on the stall. He shot it with his spiritual consciousness. As the middle-aged man said, it was indeed a horn that was hundreds of years old and had extremely rich spiritual energy.
There is nothing better than the materials used to turn objects into soldiers. Although Xiao Chen's current state can use some ordinary materials to turn objects into soldiers for fighting, the effect is definitely not as good as using good materials.
"Friend, I'm here to buy this horn too. If you want to negotiate the price, you don't have to buy it. The price won't be reduced."
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "I do need to negotiate the price. There is something wrong with the price tag."
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, Xiao Chen continued, "The price is a bit low. Twenty spirit stones are already sold at a low price. I will offer you fifty spirit stones, so that I can be worthy of your efforts."
After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he took out fifty spirit stones and handed them to the man, then took the horn, put it into the Qiankun Ring, and turned around to leave.
The middle-aged man's words touched him. Standing alone in the Tiandao Pavilion, he must have received more blank looks and indifference than he had before. He could still maintain such a mentality in such an environment.
It really made Xiao Chen feel compassion in his heart, so he decided to help him. Anyway, fifty spirit stones are just a small amount for him now, and they might be able to solve other people's urgent needs.
"Little brother, why do you want to help me?" the middle-aged man quickly caught up with Xiao Chen and asked.
Xiao Chen turned around and smiled softly, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Who knows what the future will be like? Maybe if I help you today, you will have a chance to succeed in the future, and I may have picked up a favor for nothing."
Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Who knows what the future will bring. The middle-aged man murmured this sentence in his heart, but will there be a day when I am a blue chip
Taking advantage of the moment when this person was distracted, Xiao Chen turned around and used his body skills to quickly leave the place. It was just a matter of effort, so there was no need to attach too much importance to it.
It was still early, so Xiao Chen continued to wander around, and saw a few more things one after another, including the blood of high-level spiritual beasts, as well as some rare ores and herbs, and the hundred spiritual stones were gone again.
A booth with many people gathered in front appeared in Xiao Chen's field of vision. Feeling curious, Xiao Chen pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.
The stall owner is a young man of about twenty years old, whose cultivation has reached the peak of a great martial artist. He is wearing Beichen Peak's clothing, with three lines of gold embroidered on the collar. He is a core disciple of Beichen Peak.
There was only one thing placed on his stall, which was a piece of wood half a meter long and as thick as a finger. The piece of wood was placed on it calmly, but it had a light blue aura visible to the naked eye, like blue smoke. rising.
"Fuso Lingmu!" Xiao Chen exclaimed in his heart.
There is an endless supply of spiritual energy. There is an immortal flower on the tree that blooms once every thousand years. The flower blooms and bears fruit after ten thousand years. It is the immortal fruit. After taking it, you can live as long as the world and live forever.
After the branches are broken, green smoke will slowly come out. The wooden sticks placed on the stall are exactly the same as the hibiscus tree described in the legend.
No, this is not the real Fuso spirit wood. Xiao Chen opened his consciousness and stretched out, and found that the vitality contained in the wood strips. Although the vitality contained in the wood was extremely rich, it was slowly decreasing at the moment.
Even after the branches of the hibiscus tree and the hibiscus spiritual tree are broken, the vitality contained in them is still flowing and will not show signs of decreasing.
This should be broken off from a sub-species of hibiscus tree, but even so, it is of high value, because trees of this type are spiritually enlightened and know how to practice simple cultivation.
If the spirit tree is older, it is even more powerful than ordinary warriors. Legend has it that the fusang tree itself has the strength of the Martial Emperor.
How come no one buys such a good thing? Xiao Chen wondered with some doubts, maybe the price is too high.
"This is a section of branch broken off from a thousand-year-old sycamore tree. I need a red baby fruit. I just want to exchange it, not sell it. If not, I will use it myself."
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