In this world, there is only one person who can get a considerable amount of magic money from Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan himself only has a few hundred in his hands at most, but the amount of magic money in Wei Wuwei's hands far exceeds this number.
Ji Yuan knew Wei Wuwei well enough to know that he was very sensible, so when he gave the Dharma money to Wei Wuwei, he told him in advance that he could use the money at his discretion and not to be too obsessed with the main purpose.
Therefore, if we use the estimated value of Lingbaoxuan to make the calculation, Wei Wuwei is not only rich enough to rival a country in the mortal world, but he is also an absolute tycoon in the world of immortal cultivation.
A large convoy of "Huangquan" books arrived at Yuzhao Peak. It can be said that the mission of Dazhen's convoy has been mostly completed. Wei Wuwei has already arranged the rest, and Dazhen's officials and immortal masters just need to cooperate.
Within half an hour after the convoy arrived, a grocery store on Yuzhao Peak that seemed to have no connection with the treasure pavilion managed by Wei Wuwei began to display the books one by one.
It is called a grocery store, but it is a store in Xiangang after all, and the groceries sold there are naturally not the same as those sold in mortal stores. It can be said to be a treasure shop of relatively low standards, with various materials for making talismans, simple spiritual water and utensils, and some basic spells.
This grocery store with a Wei's sign put the books up and soon attracted some attention from passers-by.
"Eh! Yellow Spring?"
A monk dressed as a scholar and wearing a scholar's scarf and hat passed by here. He happened to see books being placed on the shelf outside the shop. He was immediately surprised and cried out, and hurried to the shop.
"One, two, three... all six copies are available? Shopkeeper, how much is this book Huangquan for?"
Although the shop assistant was just a mortal, he was indeed a member of the Wei family. Under the influence of Wei Wuwei over the years, the Wei family members had already become half cultivators and had seen the world. So even though he knew that the other party was an immortal cultivator, he did not hesitate to say anything and maintained the necessary politeness and asked with a smile.
"Sir, do you know this book Huangquan? How many copies do you want to buy? You can choose first. I still need to arrange these books first."
Since the shop owner said so, the monk did not hesitate and directly took the first volume of "Huangquan" from the bookshelf. He opened a few pages and saw Wang Li's preface.
"Yes, yes, it is indeed Huangquan. If you want to buy it, of course you have to buy all six volumes. I have a good friend who is a great scholar in Chiqiu Country. He has the first and third volumes of Huangquan in his hands. He spent a lot of money to get them and regards them as treasures. When I went to his residence, I flipped through them and was immediately attracted. But I couldn't find it for sale anywhere. Occasionally, I found someone who had it, but he would never sell it. Fortunately, I took a ferry and came all the way to Dazhen!"
As he spoke, the monk first tucked the first volume under his armpit, then pulled out the second volume, and after flipping through a few pages, he immediately showed a happy smile.
"It's connected, it's connected, it really connects the past and the future! By the way, store owner, how much are the six volumes in total? Can I buy more?"
The shopkeeper was still stacking books at this time, but he was also paying attention to the other party's words. He knew that Chiqiu Country was also a Yunzhou country, so it was not too strange to send some books over. But if the other party wanted to buy a lot of books, it would not work. He shook his head when he heard this.
"Sir, you can buy one copy. Since your friend is a great scholar and I trust you, you can buy another copy and bring it to him if you wish. Don't buy more. Huangquan is a very popular book in Dazhen. No matter how many people pay money and wait, they still cannot get a copy. It has always been limited to one copy per person. Moreover, you are not an ordinary person. You should know that this book is by no means a simple work of the mortal world..."
The monk nodded. It was enough to buy two copies. Just as the shop owner said, this book was absolutely extraordinary.
"Thank you, two are enough!"
"Buy me one too!"
A voice sounded outside the hall, and an old man with a kind face came in. He was Song Lun, a master from the Wuliang Mountain lineage.
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll clean up and settle your bill."
Songlun and the monk nodded to each other, and the latter continued to read the book in his hand, muttering to himself.
"I didn't expect that such a work could be produced in the world. The rise of Confucianism in the world is indeed not to be underestimated. Fellow Taoist, this is a good book!"
Seeing the other party look up and say this, Song Lun also sighed.
"Yes, I have read six volumes of Huangquan somewhere before. It is indeed very exquisite. I was looking for a place to buy it, and came directly to Yuzhao Peak. I didn't expect it to be there."
The shopkeeper over there fiddled with his abacus and said to the two of them with a smile.
"Do you want to pack up your books, or just take them with you?"
The monk who arrived first answered directly.
"I'll take one directly, and please wrap the other one for me."
Song Lun also walked to the counter, having already taken six books from the bookshelf.
"Song took it away directly. By the way, do you have the next few volumes?"
The shopkeeper who was counting the bill was stunned for a moment, looked up at Song Lun, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he quickly smiled.
"Sir, you are such a joke. There are only six volumes in the book Huangquan. There are no subsequent volumes."
To be honest, some of the elite children of the Wei family have seen the world since childhood, not only in the mortal world, but also in various fairy ports and even the holy places of the immortals. The more they see, the more convinced and respectful they are to the head of the Wei family, Wei Wuwei. To be honest, they have seen all kinds of immortals and mortals, and are used to monsters and demons, but the head of the family can see through some special things at a glance, and this has been verified many times.
The so-called "There may be several more volumes of "Huangquan"" was said by Wei Wuwei when he first finished reading the six volumes of "Huangquan", so the shopkeeper was very surprised to hear Songlun say this, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"We are in Fairyland after all, and silver is not very valuable here. If you two are paying with silver, you have to pay 60 taels for a book. If you are paying for other things, such as talismans, magic tools, condensed essences, and even the most common small monsters, we will accept them all, and we can make up the excess value as appropriate."
Songlun and the cultivator beside him looked at each other, and the latter hurriedly spoke.
"I'll pay silver, one hundred and twenty taels."
This price is of course astronomical in the mortal world, but for immortal cultivators, it is considered very worthwhile. After all, both the buyer and the seller understand the value of this book.
Song Lun hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of wood from his sleeve.
There was no way. Songlun had never deliberately tried to get some gold and silver, so he was naturally not a rich man. He didn't even have anything suitable to exchange. He could only take out a piece of bark-colored wood with a little embarrassment. He didn't know if he could exchange it for a book. After all, this thing was a branch of a small tree on Wuliang Mountain.
"I have a piece of wood here. I don't see anything special about it, but it is very heavy and very hard. Mm, harder than iron."
As he spoke, Song Lun gently placed the branch on the counter.
The shopkeeper looked at it curiously and saw that it was obviously a branch, no thicker than two fingers and no longer than an arm's length. It just looked like it had no bark, so he didn't know if it had been peeled off.
"Can we give it a try?"
Wei Wuwei's voice came from outside the shop, and the shop assistant hurriedly saluted him.
"Master!"
"Um!"
Wei Wuwei nodded kindly and looked at the branch.
"Fellow Daoist, can you let us try this branch?"
"Of course."
Hearing Songlun's agreement, Wei Wuwei nodded to the shop assistant, who also nodded to indicate that he accepted the order.
Although most of the Wei family's descendants do not practice Taoism, they are deeply influenced by spiritual energy and generally learn good martial arts, which is also a path in today's world, so they are very strong.
The shopkeeper reached out to grab the branch and tried to lift it up, but found that its weight was far beyond his imagination. He originally wanted to pick it up casually, but in the end he had to hold the branch tightly with all five fingers to lift it.
"My goodness, sir, this branch is much heavier than the iron rod. It must be nearly 100 kilograms, right? Can I test its hardness?"
"Please feel free to do so."
Seeing that the owner had no objection, the shop assistant took a steel knife from the side and gently chopped at the branch.
"Bang..."
The sound was rather muffled, and after one cut there was no mark on the branch, so the shopkeeper grabbed the branch with one hand and used the other hand to chop it down with all his strength using the knife.
"Bang—"
The shop owner's hands were shaking slightly, and his body was slightly numb. The force of the recoil exceeded the force he had just used to chop down, which seemed very strange. However, there was still no mark on the branch, but there was actually a slightly unnoticeable curl on the blade.
"Shopkeeper, can I take this branch?"
Wei Wuwei showed a look of joy, and reached out to take the branch from the Wei family member's hand. It was indeed very heavy.
"Take it, take it, you can exchange it for a book. Where did you get this branch, sir? Do you have more?"
Song Lun smiled, put away the book and shook his head.
"The branch came from a special place, so it is inconvenient to tell you, and Song has no intention of using it for business."
After saying that, Song Lun bowed and left with the book, which made the Wei family members behind him feel a little disappointed. However, Wei Wuwei was still smiling, just shaking his head slightly as he spoke behind him.
"Alas, what a pity, Master Wusheng has been unable to find the right material for his staff..."
Song Lun paused at the door of the store, but did not look back and continued to leave.
Another monk in the shop was waiting for the store owner to pack his books. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"You are talking about the martial saint Hei Huang who achieved martial arts with the blood of demons?"
Wei Wuwei looked up at the other person.
"Who else could it be? It's naturally that Zuo Wuji, Zuo Wusheng. To be honest, I am an old friend of the Martial Saint's masters, so I can be considered half of his elder."
"He has no weapon?"
"Alas, many years ago, during the battle in the Demon Cave Heaven, Lord Martial Saint's weapon was broken. Even though there were immortals willing to make weapons for Lord Martial Saint, Lord Martial Saint did not practice spiritual arts, and felt that holding those magic weapons buried the spirituality of the magic weapons. He never encountered a suitable weapon that could carry his martial arts. A few years ago, he met him by chance in another continent, and he was still unarmed. Sometimes he would rather pick up branches on the roadside than make do with anything else."
"oh… "
On the street outside the shop, Song Lun looked back at the shop over there with a thoughtful look in his eyes. At this moment, another monk in the hall also took the wrapped book and paid for it.
Inside the shop, a member of the Wei family approached Wei Wuwei and said.
"Master, that old immortal just now also believed that there are several more volumes of Huangquan!"
"Hmm? It seems like he is indeed an expert... Where can a tree grow like this? Even if it is a spiritual tree, if it is not refined, a warrior with a sword should leave marks on it."
The branch in his hand obviously looked like it had just been broken or picked up. There was no spiritual energy around it, let alone any signs of refining. It was really incredible that it had grown like this naturally.
"All I can say is that there is nothing strange in this world."
Wei Wuwei looked at the Wei family members beside him.
"This time, you three brothers will be in charge of the goods. Take the Yu Huaishan Immortal Boat to various continents in the world. First, meet with the local Taoist friends in Lingbaoxuan. Then, personally lead people to some representative human countries over there to print six volumes of Huangquan so that the book can be widely circulated. Remember, keep an eye on the bookstore when you find it. As for the price of the book, it doesn't matter if it's a little higher."
"What about the commission?"
"30% of the profit will be enough."
"good!"
The young man from the Wei family nodded in response. He had already figured out the plan in his mind, and was not afraid of private printings, because the book "Huangquan" was extremely special. Other works could be privately printed, but the paintings in almost every chapter had special templates, and all of them came from Haoran Academy.
The pirated books may have content, but they lack the essence of the paintings, and most of them are even blurry. It would be fine if there is no comparison, but if there is a comparison, the difference is like heaven and earth.
"By the way, Patriarch, are there any subsequent volumes of Huangquan? If so, how can I read them? I'm also itching to read them."
Wei Wenwu smiled.
"Maybe there is, maybe not. Maybe there is, but ordinary people don't know it. Maybe ordinary people know it exists, but it's not easy to see. Don't worry, if it really exists, I, the Wei family's disciples, will definitely be able to see it!"
"Thank you, Patriarch, for clearing up my confusion!"
Now the store keeper can rest assured. If he knew that there was more to "Yellow Spring" but couldn't see it, it would be extremely uncomfortable.