Trials of the Abyss

Chapter 165: Those who enjoy the privilege

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"Because she is Zhao Yuanqi."

Han Ting's simple words made Pang Jian realize once again that the so-called rules... are not absolute.

Standing in the corner, he soon realized that a gifted girl like Zhao Yuanqi could enjoy even more privileges.

She and Jiang Li walked around in front of those wooden tables with futons. Whenever she saw something she liked, she would immediately make a deal, pay the spirit stones, pick up the item, and turn around and leave.

She didn't need to go to the woman in white on the round stage to pay the 10% commission of the total amount.

On the contrary, those who reached a deal with her would obediently go to Yuantai to find Cao Laoguai's subordinates and honestly pay 10% of the total amount.

"she… "

Pang Jian frowned again.

"The five major sects, a dazzling figure like her, enjoys such a privilege."

Han Ting knew what he was thinking, and her face was full of envy. She said, "This privilege is only available to a few people, such as Zhao Yuanqi, Fang Boxuan of Blood Moon, Xie Xiwen of Galaxy League, and Yang Rui of Lieyang Sect."

"As long as these four people survive, they will surely become famous in the Second Realm in the future. Old Monster Cao is also willing to show his goodwill."

Pause.

Han Ting added: "Except for these four, even the Nine Yuan of Blood Moon and the Condensed Spirit Realm elders of various sects do not have such privileges. As for the independent cultivators like Lei Kun, they must also follow the rules set by Old Monster Cao and honestly pay a 10% commission of the total amount!"

Pang Jian nodded and understood.

He also noticed that Lei Kun, who had chosen several spiritual materials, also had to pay a 10% commission.

However, Mrs. Hua, who returned to the round stage, would smile more brightly when facing Lei Kun, and would even take the initiative to say a few words to him.

That's all.

"Let's go too."

Pang Jian walked around casually.

He had his own goal in mind, but he was inconspicuous in the crowd. Jiang Li, who was with Zhao Yuanqi, didn't notice him either.

A quarter of an hour later.

Pang Jian knew that the items displayed in the trading floor were much more expensive than the spiritual materials he had seen on the first day.

The spiritual materials that the independent cultivators brought out on the first day were mostly priced within a few thousand spirit stones, and very few were priced over ten thousand spirit stones.

This trip was different.

After strolling around for a while, Pang Jian found that the prices of all the spiritual materials, pills, and utensils he saw were more than ten thousand spirit stones without exception.

Materials worth tens of thousands of spirit stones are surprisingly not rare.

"Soul-nourishing pill..."

He stopped in front of a wooden platform, looked at a bottle of dark green pills, and paid attention to the notes below.

"This pill is one level higher than the tranquilizing pill we bought before. It is said to be for the Condensed Mind Realm and is used to refine the soul." Han Ting took the initiative to explain, saying, "After we break through the Profound Cave Realm, we will first condense our spiritual consciousness. The tranquilizing pill can only enhance our spiritual consciousness."

"And the great cultivators of the Condensed Mind Realm have successfully condensed the Spiritual Soul on the basis of the Spiritual Consciousness. The Soul-Nourishing Pill is a pill that nourishes the Spiritual Soul. It is more effective than the Spirit-Calming Pill."

Hearing this, Pang Jian nodded: "I see."

A bottle of ten soul-nourishing pills has a total price of... 30,000 spirit stones, which is ten times the price of the tranquilizing pills.

"Pang Jian, I'm sorry I can't do anything about this Soul Nourishing Pill. I can't do anything about it even if you like it."

Han Ting said in a low voice with a bitter face, embarrassed.

"If you can't afford it, stay out of the way."

The seller, with his head down, drove people away with an unhappy look on his face: "You always stand there, so others can't see my stall!"

"Feel sorry."

Han Ting tactfully pulled Pang Jian to make room for her and whispered, "He seems to be the casual cultivator Lian Feng, also a great cultivator at the Condensed Spirit Realm. Although his reputation is not as loud as Lei Kun's, he is also quite powerful. The Soul Nourishing Pill is a rare spiritual material that a great cultivator of his level needs. I didn't expect him to sell it."

Pang Jian muttered in his heart: "Thirty thousand..."

Not long.

He stopped in front of another stall, looked at a book bound in a wooden box, and whispered, "Great Fortune Holy Body... 50,000 Spiritual Stones!"

"Yes, that's fifty thousand." The stall owner narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, "This is just a fragment of a formula!"

Pang Jian looked at him in surprise.

The sly-looking stall owner, wearing a colorful robe, with long gray hair casually draped over his shoulders, said with a cunning gleam in his small eyes, "Didn't you see that this body-tempering spiritual art has a word... holy in it?"

Before Pang Jian could react, Han Ting's eyes were filled with wonder. She asked in surprise, "Is he really at the Saint level?"

"Well, since it is an incomplete Saint-level Body Tempering Art, I only offer 50,000 Spiritual Stones. If it were complete, the price of this Great Fortune Saint Body Tempering Art would be more than ten times higher!"

The stall owner sighed and said with a slightly sad expression: "This is because the current mainstream way of cultivation is gradually no longer focusing on the tempering of the flesh and blood body. In the past, when the body tempering technique was popular, the saint-level body tempering technique would never appear in such a trading place!"

The wretched-looking stall owner seemed to be reminiscing about the past, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Saint level..."

Pang Jian suddenly came to his senses.

The spells, tools, and pills are all divided into elementary, intermediate, advanced, saint, and god levels.

He had been wandering around for a long time, and most of the things being sold were mid- to high-level items, and the value of any spell or artifact was tens of thousands.

It is rumored that even the great cultivators of the Soul Wandering Realm and the Nirvana Realm in the Second Realm would be tempted by a treasure that has reached the Saint level.

"Can I take a look?"

Pang Jian asked sincerely.

"cannot."

The stall owner shook his head and said coldly, "Fifty thousand spirit stones, buy it and go back and read it slowly. I must also point out in advance that this article on the Great Fortune Sacred Body is only the first part."

"There is a second chapter that was lost somewhere, but unfortunately I haven't found it yet, and I don't know where it is."

"certainly!"

The stall owner grinned and said frankly: "If I find the next chapter, I won't sell it!"

A bottle of soul-nourishing pill that he liked cost thirty thousand, and a copy of the incomplete secret technique cost fifty thousand. These two items alone were astronomical figures.

unless…

After his eyes lit up slightly, he randomly found an empty cushion next to the stall owner and sat down.

With a thought, he took out the horn of the seventh-level ice crystal beast and placed it on the wooden table in front of him.

“Hmm!”

The rat-eyed stall owner next to him shuddered, took a look at the horn, and shouted, "The horn of a level seven beast!"

Han Ting also shivered because of the cold.

Only then did she understand why Pang Jian had asked about the value of the horn of the level six ice crystal beast in Cave No. 56 a few days ago.

It turned out that Pang Jian had a horn of a level seven ice crystal beast in his hand!

“It’s so cold!”

"Who has taken out the extremely cold treasure and hasn't put it in a bottle yet?"

"Damn it, I'm freezing!"

The casual cultivators not far away were also affected by the coldness released by the horns of the seventh-level ice crystal beast, and they all looked over in surprise.

"Level 7 Ice Crystal Beast, Beast Horn, 400,000."

Pang Jian picked up a wooden sign, wrote a line of small words on it, and placed it next to the animal horn.

"Pang Jian!"

Jiang Li's familiar scream suddenly rang out.

"who?"

Zhao Yuanqi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses: "Senior Sister Jiang, what do you mean?"

She looked suspiciously at the young man in black who was surrounded by a cold mist, and asked curiously, "Is he the Pang Jian you mentioned?"

"It's him!"

Jiang Li was extremely surprised. She immediately walked towards Pang Jian, who had become extremely conspicuous because he took out the horn of the seventh-level ice crystal beast. Her bright eyes were filled with excitement.

"Oh my god, a level 7 ice crystal beast, or a beast horn?"

"Four hundred thousand spirit stones, that's... reasonable!"

"Who is this kid? Level 7 beasts are rare in our third world. Where did he get them?"

"… "

Many people in the trading floor came over after hearing the news, commenting curiously and staring at Pang Jian again and again.

Pang Jian was calm and composed.

"As expected of a descendant of a great family in the upper realm, he can astonish everyone with just anything he takes out."

Lei Kun, who was far away, didn't come forward. He just nodded slightly, not finding it strange.

Zhang Bin in the corner had a dim look in his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could make Han Ting give up her hostility towards them.

"Pang Lin, why are you here?"

Jiang Li walked through the crowded crowd, stood in front of Pang Jian, and spoke excitedly.

Knowing that she would eventually notice him, Pang Jian nodded at her and said, "I live on the nineteenth floor of the First Peak, Cave No. 56. Let's talk later."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Li, who had too many doubts in her heart, resisted the urge to ask further questions. She waited until Zhao Yuanqi came over before she held Zhao Yuanqi's arm tightly.

"Without him, Junior Brother Zhou and I would have died long ago, and my arm would never have grown back."

She whispered to Zhao Yuanqi.

The cold girl nodded slightly, looked at the young man in black who was sitting upright, and said, "I am Zhao Yuanqi from Hongshan. I will visit you at Cave No. 56 tonight."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

They didn't expect that the little ancestor of Hongshan would suddenly show interest in Pang Jian and even say that he wanted to visit him in the evening.

Han Ting, who was standing behind Pang Jian, was also shouting in her heart: "Zhao Yuanqi, she is Zhao Yuanqi!"

Pang Jian looked calm and nodded, "Okay."

"See you later then."

After saying this, Zhao Yuanqi took Jiang Li and walked away from the crowd.

When Jiang Li left, she kept looking at Pang Jian, obviously having a lot to ask.

She was still thinking about her... Sister Luo, and wondered why Sister Luo was not here

Under the gaze of the crowd, Pang Jian remained calm and let everyone talk about it.

Many people who came over showed obvious interest in the horn of the level seven ice crystal beast, but no one came forward to seek a deal.

"My dear little brother, your stuff is definitely a treasure, but because the price is too high, most people can't afford it."

The sly-looking stall owner next door saw that Pang Jian was interested in his incomplete spell, and said in a friendly manner: "Now, the news that you are selling the seventh-level ice crystal beast horn has been released to the public. You can talk to Madam Hua and come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at some time."

"Wait for the news to ferment for a day or two, those who really like the beast horns and have sufficient spirit stones will naturally show up at the agreed time."

That’s all.

He chuckled, crushed the wooden plaque with the words engraved on it, and took a new wooden plaque to write a new line of words.

—Holy Body of Great Fortune, eighty thousand spirit stones!

Pang Jian, who had been grateful to him the moment before, watched him do all this silently and raise the new wooden sign calmly, and then he became angry and said nothing.

Also standing in the crowd, Lian Feng, the stall owner selling soul-nourishing pills, returned to his stall thoughtfully.

After just a moment's hesitation, Lian Feng changed the price of the Soul-Nourishing Pill from 30,000 to 50,000.

(End of this chapter)