Chapter 50: Farewell, Immortal Trail

  (Updated at dawn, rushing for votes)

  "Yes." The elderly Mr. Xu looked reverent, raised his hand to gesture, and let Yang Fan go up.

  Yang Fan took a deep breath and slowly walked up the stairs, where the existing ban surprisingly automatically lifted for him.

  Although he understood that this was a public trading place and had the "Xiuyuge" guarantee, there would be no killing or robbery, but Yang Fan still felt some apprehension in his heart.

  After all, he is about to meet a strong man who has never been faced before.

  As he was nervously going upstairs, he suddenly felt a faint scent of flowers and grass, like the gentle breeze in the forest on a clear morning, and also like the gurgling water in a small stream.

  This is a familiar and intimate breath, Yang Fan's mind naturally emerges the mysterious Yun Xianzi's elegant and refined figure, vague and unclear in the clouds and mist, bright eyes like water, perfect outline under the white veil, that strand of mixed flowers and fragrant scent, making people unforgettable for life...

  "Could it be her?"

  Yang Fan was slightly startled in his heart.

  With a few surprises and unknowns, Yang Fan finally walked to the third floor of Yao Wang Ge.

  The third floor is more elegant, with some paintings on the walls, a few rare flowers and grasses on the table, emitting a faint fragrance that calms the mind.

  The large third floor was empty except for three to five people.

  Sitting in the middle was an old man with snow-white hair and a venerable age, whose body had an aura of majesty that commanded respect without being angry. The spiritual pressure that descended from the second floor earlier was obviously caused by this person.

  The old man was spirited and his eyes were bright and piercing. At first glance, he fixed his gaze on Yang Fan's face.

  "Do you have in your hands a five-hundred-year-old treasure of exceptional quality?"

  The old man glanced at Yang Fan, slowly picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

  Yang Fan's body stiffened for a moment as if struck by lightning when he was glanced at so casually.

  At this moment, he felt as if all his disguises had been seen through by the other person at a glance.

  Moreover, Yang Fan surprisingly couldn't see through his opponent's cultivation.

  Not only that, but the four or five people on the third floor, he couldn't see through their cultivation.

  He glanced around hastily and found that the other four were either sitting or walking, with some jade labels on the wall of the fourth floor, which indicated the materials, spiritual pills, etc. they represented.

  Unintentionally, Yang Fan saw a slender and elegant girl with bright eyes as calm as water, wearing a veil on her head, perfect contours and a charming figure, sideways facing him, like a beautiful landscape painting.

  It's her!

  Yang Fan's heart moved, but in front of the old man, he didn't dare to look more, and hastily glanced at the third floor, then quickly replied: "In response to Senior's words, I have a 500-year-old White Jade Ginseng. Because of purchasing medicinal materials, the amount of spiritual stones was insufficient, so I used this object as a substitute for part of the spiritual stones."

  "Oh?" The white-haired old man finished his tea and said calmly: "Take it out and take a look."

  Yang Fan nodded and opened the wooden box in his hand, revealing the white ginseng inside. A refreshing and pure spiritual energy overflowed from it.

  This subtle change caused several people on the fourth floor of Yao Wang Pavilion to cast their eyes over.

  "A treasure that has been hidden for five hundred years, not bad, not bad. But why would it appear in the hands of a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator? Young man, name your price, how many spirit stones?"

  One of the tall and sturdy men with a black face said with great satisfaction.

  Yang Fan felt a sense of relief in his heart, his mid-term cultivation of Qi had not escaped the notice of the few people present.

  Fortunately, his cultivation in this regard, whether hidden or not, is completely irrelevant to the cultivators on the third floor.

  Yang Fan did not lose heart, he could imagine that the cultivators here were definitely strong practitioners beyond the Condensing Spirit stage.

  The first floor of Yao Wang Ge is a trading place for cultivators in the Refining Qi stage, the second floor is for those in the Condensing Spirit stage, and so on, with the third floor being for those in the Building Foundation stage.

  Foundation period.

  This was a realm that Yang Fan had hardly ever come into contact with, a full two major stages higher than his own. Even if his cultivation method was extremely mysterious, under such a disparity, it was indeed impossible to conceal his true cultivation level.

  The old man with white hair heard this and his face sank, saying: "This young brother's trading partner is obviously my 'Medicine King Pavilion', it's better for Fellow Daoist Cheng not to intervene."

  "Transactions are free, whoever offers a higher price is the boss," said Cheng with a dark face.

  "Hmph." The white-haired old man let out a light hum, and indeed, he couldn't win in terms of reason.

  "Alright, kid, name your price."

  Cheng surname black-faced monk's big and careless way.

  "This... is the first time I'm selling such a treasure of heaven and earth, its value is immeasurable."

  Yang Fan was somewhat embarrassed.

  "You were asked to name a price, why are you being evasive?" said Cheng with dissatisfaction.

  Yang Fan gritted his teeth and reported a number: "Seven hundred spirit stones, it can't be lower than this number."

  Because he had about three hundred spirit stones in his hand, and that batch of medicinal materials needed one thousand spirit stones, at least seven hundred more spirit stones were still needed to make up for it.

  Seven Hundred Spirit Stones?

  Cheng surname black-faced monk and white-haired old man, both eyebrows are frowning.

  "Kid, this price is a bit high. A 500-year-old White Jade Ginseng should normally sell for around 400 to 500 Spirit Stones, even if it's of good quality, it shouldn't exceed 600 Spirit Stones."

  Cheng said with a black face.

  The old man with white hair nodded and said: "The price is indeed a bit high, no one will buy it."

  Yang Fan thought for a moment, took out the list of medicinal materials and said to the white-haired old man: "I came out this time just to buy these medicinal materials on the list for my master. This White Jade Ginseng, plus 300 Ling Stones, is already the limit of what I can afford."

  The old man with white hair took over the list of medicinal materials and began to examine it.

  Yang Fangdao said: "Among them, the dragon fruit and chrysanthemum, I can no longer afford to buy. The remaining materials add up to a total of one thousand spirit stones, which I have agreed with Junior Xu below."

  After a moment, the white-haired old man murmured: "It's roughly worth about a thousand spirit stones. I wonder who your master is, which alchemist or pill refiner?"

  Yang Fan's face remained calm as he replied, "I am just one of Master's disciples. He is an extraordinary pharmacist with exceptional medical skills who has been hiding in seclusion and doesn't allow me to mention his name."

  "Oh?" The white-haired old man seemed to have taken some interest in Yang Fan's mention of his master, and said: "However, you only have 300 spirit stones and a White Jade Ginseng, which is still not enough for the price of 1,000 spirit stones."

  Yang Fan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, thinking to himself: "I still have some spiritual pills and magical tools in my hands, especially that middle-grade Spiritual Convergence Pill that can break through the Condensation Period. If I take out these things, it will definitely be enough."

  Yang Fan wasn't willing to take out all these things for exchange either; he had originally planned to go to the outside market and trade some spiritual medicine seeds.

  "Is there anything else in your hands, such as spiritual elixirs or precious artifacts, that you can take out for trade?"

  The old man with white hair smiled and said that he was very eager for the white jade ginseng in Yang Fan's hand.

  Just as Yang Fan was hesitating, a faint scent of fresh flowers wafted around him.

  "Can Master Yang let the little girl take a look at the white jade ginseng in his hand?"

  A gentle and soft voice like a fine rain came, causing everyone in the three layers of Yao Wang Ge to be shocked.

  Yang Fan turned his head to look, and unexpectedly, that mysterious cloud fairy was standing beside him. Her bright eyes were calm and peaceful, and when they met his gaze, they seemed to hold a hint of playfulness.

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