Next, Song Qingming found two similar shops in the market and sold Liu Tianlong’s storage bag and the monster materials he had recently obtained. Hundreds of spirit stones instantly appeared in the storage bag.
Touching the bulging storage bag on his waist, Song Qingming walked contentedly on a street on the west side of Guiyunfang. Seeing that it was getting late, he decided to continue strolling around the market today, buy some elixirs he needed, and leave Guiyunfang early tomorrow morning to return to Qinghe County.
After walking around several streets in the market, Song Qingming's storage bag was already filled with a lot of pills, talismans, and a large amount of talisman paper and other materials needed to make talismans. It was a rare opportunity to come to this large market, so Song Qingming simply bought a lot at once.
When passing by a stall of a casual cultivator, he haggled for a long time and bought a secret book of talisman making at a low price. Then he looked at the hundreds of spirit stones on him and found that only a small half was left, so he gave up the purchase in disappointment.
Unconsciously, Song Qingming walked into a relatively quiet street. This street was considered the place with the least business in Guiyunfang. More than half of the dozens of shops along the street had already closed their doors, and there were very few pedestrians walking on the street. It was far less prosperous than other streets.
Song Qingming walked forward for dozens of feet along the bluestone street. When he was about to reach the end of the street, he stopped and prepared to turn back. At this moment, an inconspicuous shop beside the street caught his attention.
Song Qingming looked up at the wooden sign on the shop and saw five big black characters "Li's Grocery Store" written clearly in charcoal pencil.
When I walked into the shop, I found that the owner was a middle-aged monk. He was tall and thin, with an elegant appearance. He was wearing an ordinary green Taoist robe. It seemed that his cultivation had reached the late stage of Qi Refining.
When the middle-aged monk saw Song Qingming walk into the store, he did not immediately step forward to greet him. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Qingming calmly.
On the counter of the store, there were some common low-level talismans and medicinal herbs, as well as a bunch of first-level magical instruments that looked well-made.
In Song Qingming's opinion, these magical weapons should have been made by this shop owner. Many casual cultivators who want to learn skills such as refining weapons will choose to open a small shop like this in such a market. The cost will not be too high, and they can collect raw materials while selling the refined finished magical weapons. There are also many such casual cultivators in Qinghefang.
After casually looking at the items in the store for a while, Song Qingming walked up to the counter, picked up an ordinary high-grade flying sword, and asked:
"Shopkeeper, how many spirit stones does this flying sword cost?"
The middle-aged cultivator looked at Song Qingming in surprise. Just as he was about to speak, another young servant suddenly jumped out from behind the counter and shouted, "I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, this sword was left here by a senior. It cannot be sold without his consent. Why don't you look at other magical weapons?"
When Song Qingming heard this, he was stunned. This thing was related to the foundation-building cultivator, which made him lose his confidence in an instant. He slowly put down the flying sword in his hand, and felt a pity in his heart.
He had just entered this store just for this item. This flying sword seemed to have some kind of fate with him, so that as soon as he saw it on the street, he suddenly had the idea of taking it away from here.
Originally, with his cultivation level and magic power at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he could only use two magic weapons at the same time. Now that he already has the Fiery Sun Sword and the Black Gold Shield, normally he would not need to purchase any more magic weapons in the short term.
He had been wandering around the market for a long time today, buying some talismans and pills. He had no intention of purchasing any magical tools, but for some reason, as soon as he arrived near this store, he was attracted to the sword.
Normally, a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining cannot use high-grade magic tools. The magic power of a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining is limited, and driving a high-grade magic tool will quickly consume his own mana. Once he fails to defeat the opponent in a short time, he will be defeated due to the exhaustion of mana, and it is not as useful as a mid-grade magic tool.
Only cultivators with special cultivation techniques, or whose mana is significantly stronger than that of their peers for other reasons, can, after refining their skills, use high-grade magical instruments to fight against enemies for a long time. These cultivators are mostly those with top-tier fighting skills. After refining their high-grade magical instruments, they are even able to surpass their level and kill ordinary cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining.
As for Song Qingming now, he is far from needing to use top-grade magic weapons. When he saw the top-grade magic weapons in Liu Tianlong's storage bag, he had no intention of refining them himself.
The price of a top-grade magic weapon is much more expensive than a mid-grade magic weapon. An ordinary mid-grade flying sword, like the Lieyang Sword in Song Qingming's hand, can be directly exchanged for only twenty spirit stones in the clan, and even if it is exchanged in the market, it will not exceed thirty spirit stones at most.
The price of a top-grade flying sword in the market is generally around one hundred spirit stones. The price of a top-grade flying sword is equivalent to that of three or four mid-grade magic weapons.
After the young monk took the sword from Song Qingming, he slowly put it into an ancient sword case. He was extremely careful during the process, fearing that he would accidentally touch the sword.
The middle-aged Taoist shop owner saw Song Qingming sighing and about to leave the shop, and suddenly said:
"My dear friend, may I ask why you want to buy this sword?"
"I don't know. I saw this sword from afar and felt that it was destined for me."
Song Qingming shook his head, turned around and said sincerely.
After listening to Song Qingming's words, the shopkeeper paused, smiled, and said, "Since we are destined to be together, I will make an exception today and act on behalf of an old friend. I will sell this sword to you."
"Master, this sword was left here by your friend. How can you sell it to him so easily? Even if you want to sell it, you have to find the right person!"
The young monk who had just put the sword into the sword case held the sword case in his arms cherishing it and spoke anxiously to the shopkeeper, as if he shouldn't have sold this item to Song Qingming, which made Song Qingming feel a little strange.
This young man's cultivation level is not high, only the fourth level of Qi Refining. Why does he seem to look down on him? He is too arrogant. If it were a few months ago, Song Qingming would naturally have no objection, but now he is not someone who cannot afford this little bit of spirit stones.
"Alas, for those of us who practice Taoism, the most important thing is a destiny. Since this item is destined for this little brother, it is naturally the right person. Little brother, you can take this sword."
The young monk wanted to say something, but was glared back by the shop owner. He could only hand the sword case to Song Qingming reluctantly.
Song Qingming took the sword box and carefully put it into the storage bag. He couldn't help feeling happy. He thought he could not get this thing anymore, but he didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the better. He couldn't believe it at once.
"Excuse me, Senior, what is the name of this sword?"
"The original name of this sword is Taixu. Now that it has a new owner, it's up to you what you want to call it."
"Taixu, it's indeed a good name. From now on, you can call yourself this when you follow me." After getting the sword, Song Qingming couldn't help feeling happy and turned around to walk out of the store.
"Hey, wait a minute, little brother."
"Boss, what else?"
"You haven't paid the spirit stones yet?"
"Oh, sorry, how many spirit stones?"
"Little Daoist friend, since we are destined to be together, I will not earn a share of this sword. You can give me 150 spirit stones."
"Damn, that's so expensive"
"If the guest does not have enough spirit stones, forget it and take a look at other magic weapons!" Seeing that Song Qingming thought it was too expensive, the young monk wanted to take back the sword box with joy on his face, but saw Song Qingming take out the spirit stones directly from the storage bag.
It's just 150 spirit stones, take it.
After leaving the Li's grocery store, Song Qingming walked on the road, feeling as if he had just been tricked by the master and disciple. If that was true, their acting skills were really good, especially the look in the young monk's eyes, which looked like he looked down on him from beginning to end.
Even though he took out 150 spirit stones on the spot to buy this item at a premium, the young cultivator still had a reluctant expression. This level was much higher than those cunning and experienced cultivators he saw in Caolu Mountain.
Although he felt that one hundred and fifty spirit stones were a bit expensive, Song Qingming always had a feeling in his heart that this sword was indeed destined for him.
"Forget it, let's just treat it as a little extravagance today."