After Yu Huaishan's people left, the female cultivators of Weimei Sect, led by the elder in front, entered the blue brick and glazed tile building. However, the latter still looked back in the direction where Yu Huaishan's cultivators left.
She couldn't even see through the cultivation level of the man with the pale eyes just now. It was obvious that the other party couldn't be a mortal. It seemed that he knew everything the junior said through voice transmission.
Regarding this situation, the leading female of the Weimei Sect knew that it was not that person who was deliberately casting a spell to find out something, but that his cultivation had reached a certain level, and he was also a Taoist with a clear mind and a transparent spirit. Sometimes, if someone around him talked about him, he would feel something.
"Grandmaster, I didn't expect that Yu Huaishan, a group of people who didn't like to go out for hundreds of years, would send so many people this time, and there are also a few people whose Taoism is unpredictable. I underestimated them before."
The woman who had just spoken obviously also noticed Ji Yuan's slight sidelong glance before. After all, the other party was looking at her, and Ju Yuanzi next to Ji Yuan also had an unfathomable level of cultivation, so she had such emotion at this moment.
Hearing her disciple's generation monk say this, the leading female monk was slightly stunned and turned to look at her.
"Do you know what they are here for?"
"Uh... Master, it's the year of Wuxu, and it's this time of year again, so naturally I'm going to attend the Xianyou Conference."
The leading female monk nodded suddenly.
"Oh... Another sixty years has passed..."
The few of them stopped talking and slowly walked into the building. The space inside was much larger than it looked from the outside. It must have been built using some kind of formation that condensed the universe.
The first floor was an empty hall with magic plaques hung all over the walls, some glowing and some dim. The names of various flying boats, exotic beasts, hanging islands, etc. were written on them, and there were also monks from Yuelu Mountain who were in charge of corresponding matters nearby.
Seeing the group of distinctive female cultivators from the Weimei Sect coming in, a cultivator from the Yuelu Mountain hurried over to greet them.
"My surname is Li, and I am one of the governors in charge of the Peak Crossing at Yuelu Mountain. Thank you for your hard work, fellow Taoists from the Weimei Sect!"
"Well, Brother Li, there is no need to be so polite. Just tell me who wants to ride the Sky Devouring Beast and whether there is any additional transportation."
The people of Weimei Sect have always disliked talking too much, and they don't like having too much contact with outsiders. As the governor, the cultivator named Li is of course aware of this, so he quickly took out a bundle of jade slips that were specifically responsible for recording, swiped his fingers to find the column for the Sky-Devouring Beast that arrived today, and then pulled out the jade slip and handed it to the cultivator of Weimei Sect with both hands.
"Fellow Daoists, please take a look. It's all on it. If there's nothing urgent, I hope the Sky-Swallowing Beast will stay at the Peak Ferry for two days so that people who need it at the last minute can take it. If you need a place to practice in seclusion, please go upstairs and ask for it!"
"Oh, I see!"
The people from Weimei Sect were not interested in going to the upper floors and simply planned to turn around and leave. If they wanted to practice, wouldn’t it be better to use their own Heaven-Swallowing Beast
Just when she turned around, the leading female cultivator, who was a disciple of the same generation, suddenly asked the governor surnamed Li a question.
"Fellow Daoist Li is the governor of Dingfengdu. He must be familiar with all the masters and seniors who are here. I would like to ask, there were two seniors with profound cultivation in Yuhuai Mountain before. Do you recognize them, Fellow Daoist Li?"
Taoist friend Li thought for a moment and replied.
"Among them, the old man with a long beard is the Taoist master Yuan Ziju of Yuhuai Mountain. This old senior rarely goes out. The earliest record of him in Yuelu Mountain was six hundred years ago. I don't know his real age, but you can imagine how profound his Taoism is."
Age is not necessarily the criterion for measuring cultivation. For example, due to talent and other reasons, a sixty-year-old cultivator may not have lower cultivation than a hundred-year-old cultivator. But if one is old enough, after all, at such an old age, if his cultivation is not good, he would have died of old age long ago.
After talking about Ju Yuanzi, the cultivator named Li thought of Ji Yuan and continued.
"There is another senior whom I have never met, but all the monks of Yu Huaishan are very respectful to him, even Ju Yuanzi is the same, and they all call him 'Mr. Ji'. From what I can judge, that senior should not be a monk of Yu Huaishan, but he has a good personal relationship with Yu Huaishan."
"Okay, thank you for letting me know!"
"You are Welcome!"
They left after asking questions. The female cultivators of Weimei Sect seemed to be more decisive than many men. As soon as they left, the governor surnamed Li breathed a sigh of relief. People of Weimei Sect don't like dealing with outsiders, and outsiders who know Weimei Sect's habits are similar.
It's not that the people of Weimei Sect are unreasonable. On the contrary, there are only a few who are truly unreasonable among the orthodox practitioners of the immortal way. But there are many who are stubborn or cannot tolerate any grain of sand in their eyes. The Weimei Sect belongs to the latter with a little bit of the former. The method they practice emphasizes tranquility, clarity of mind and stillness, so sometimes their attitude seems very cold. If there are differences of opinion, the most terrifying are the female practitioners of the Weimei Sect who are expressionless and nonchalant but do not give in.
In the Dingfengdu market, a group of Yuhuaishan monks were also strolling around in groups. Ji Yuan, Ju Yuanzi and Qiu Feng were traveling together. Qiu Feng, who arrived first, was introducing some special buildings in the market to Ji Yuan and Ju Yuanzi.
It is mainly a place presided over by some practitioners, most of which sell various treasures and spiritual objects. There are also cultivators who rely on their unique vision to specialize in identifying spiritual objects for others, in order to make good connections.
Some are stalls in the market, while others are stand-alone buildings. Obviously, they have begun to have a certain "brand effect".
The market here was obviously much more lively than the small market on the flying boat in Jiufeng Mountain that Ji Yuan had been to before, and the items on sale were much richer, with countless strange and weird things.
Ji Yuan even saw some immortal cultivators selling various rare little monsters. These little monsters were very weak, and some of them could be killed by mortals if they were not careful, but each of them had its own magical uses. He passed by a stall where an old immortal cultivator was selling a kind of ghostly blue monster.
This is a thumb-sized little man with a pair of transparent blue wings on his back. He is locked in a black metal cage covered with a black cloth. However, because of the magic, people can see through the black cloth the three little men inside who are fighting with each other, but the little men inside cannot see outside.
There is one thing that is very different between the stalls of cultivators and those in the secular market, that is, the stall owners rarely shout, but instead concentrate on practicing meditation in their stalls, and only speak when there are fellow Taoists who are interested.
Seeing Ji Yuan and a group of Yuhuaishan monks stopping by, the old monk began to introduce them.
"My fellow Taoists, the one in the cage is the Blue Dream Ghost. It likes to steal dreams from people's ears when they are asleep, that is, steal their spirits. Some people wake up tired even though they have had enough sleep. It may be them causing trouble."
"So what else do they do?"
Ji Yuan asked, and the stall owner thought about it carefully.
"If they want, they can help people rewind their dreams and redo or continue the same dream. However, they are also very fragile and can be crushed to death by people who turn over in their sleep."
Because the spirits are born between the spirit and dreams, most of their bodies will quickly disappear after death, leaving only a small amount of blood. Some people wake up in the morning to find blood on their pillows, but no scars on their bodies. It may be that the spirit was crushed to death last night.
"How about it, are the three Taoist friends interested in buying them? I'll give you this cage as a gift. If you can give me one or two ounces of Wood Element Condensation, or some elixir to replenish vitality, that will be fine too."
Qiu Feng couldn't help but speak.
"These monsters are of little use to us, so what's there to buy? But this thing looks a little special."
As Qiu Feng spoke, he picked up a golden-red feather from the stall. The feather was about the length of his forearm. After being infused with spiritual energy, it emitted a faint heat to the surroundings.
"I don't know what monster left this feather, and there is no ordinary demonic energy on it. I picked it up in the East China Sea that year. Occasionally, heat flows out, but it is only to the extent that you are stimulating it now. First, it cannot be used to sacrifice magic tools, and second, it cannot help people practice. Maybe it has other magical uses, but I don't know."
Ji Yuan didn't care about the feather at first, until Qiu Fengdu injected spiritual energy and stimulated the heat flow on it. A feeling that made him extremely palpitating emanated from the feather. Ji Yuan was so frightened that he almost took a few steps back. He only held back and did not move because of his strong mental concentration.
"What a joke... No evil spirit? It's absolutely evil spirit!"
Ji Yuan had opened his eyes wide, staring at the feather in Qiu Feng's hand. The feather that Qiu Feng and the stall owner were talking about calmly was emitting bursts of terrifying black and red evil aura, which was very faint, but also very scary.
In recent years, Ji Yuan has rarely felt truly afraid.
Even a feather is like this, Ji Yuan can't imagine what kind of monster it would be if the owner of the feather is here. Could it be...
As he was thinking, Ji Yuan couldn't help but look up at the sky, as if he saw the sun in the sky through the clouds that never dissipated above the peak all year round.
"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji?"
"Uh huh?"
Ji Yuan suddenly came to his senses. The evil aura emitted by the feather just now made him distracted and he was in a rare trance.
Ju Yuanzi and Qiu Feng were among the group of cultivators in Yu Huaishan who were relatively familiar with Ji Yuan. They knew that Mr. Ji was staring at the feather in a daze, and that it was very likely that the feather was extraordinary, but the stall owner didn't know that.
"Well, Mr. Ji, this feather seems to be very beautiful. Do you want to buy it back as a decoration?"
When Qiu Feng asked this, Ji Yuan was stunned and replied with a smile.
"Yes, but it's not for decoration. Since this feather can absorb spiritual energy, I don't believe it. I want to go back and cast a spell to explore whether it has other magical uses. By the way, fellow Taoist, how much do you sell this feather for?"
The old monk glanced at the three of them and held up two fingers.
"Two catties of wood essence, or two catties and eight ounces of other essences from the five elements, or elixirs like the Shengdan that replenish vital energy will also do!"
"So expensive? Didn't you say it's useless?"
Qiu Feng couldn't help but ask, and the old monk smiled.
"Things are valuable because they are rare. I can't do anything about it, but I can't find its origin either. Besides, these two Taoist friends are very advanced in Taoism, so maybe they have rules and methods."
"You also..."
Qiu Feng wanted to speak, but Ji Yuan stopped him.
"Your words make sense, and I won't bargain, but I don't have any Wood Element Condensation or any elixir to replenish my vitality. Do you think I can buy this?"
As he spoke, Ji Yuan took out two newly refined magic coins from his sleeve.
As the magic coin came out, the surrounding spiritual energy was faintly affected, and a deep brass-colored light flowed past the edge of the magic coin, and a Taoist aura condensed and did not dissipate.
The old monk subconsciously moved closer.
"May I have a closer look?"
"Take it."
Ji Yuan handed over one of the magic coins. The old monk took it and used his magic to feel it. He gradually understood the mystery but still felt a little unsure.
"This item is called a magic coin. It is something that Ji has carefully refined. It can only be said that it has many wonderful uses. Are two such magic coins worth the price?"
Qiu Feng stared at the French coin and raised his hand subconsciously.
"Mr. Ji, I have the Wood Element Condensation. I have it! This magic coin is not as good as yours..."
"Sell it, sell it. I only want these two coins. Even if you give me Wood Element Condensation now, I won't take it. I only want the coins!"
As a cultivator, the stall owner was a little impatient at this moment. He looked at Qiu Feng vigilantly, fearing that the money he was about to get would change hands.
"Haha, okay, I'll give you this one too, please keep it."
Ji Yuan handed over another magic coin, then reached out and took the feather.