eritance. Qin Sang couldn't even stop it in time.Now that Yang Yu Zang's wind smoke artifact is in Shen Jing's hands, if she really wants to escape, it will be difficult to keep her.Let me know if you...Finally, Qin Sang obtained a bidding token from Pu Guan Shi and, following his instructions, rested for several days at Lingdan Pavilion before leaving Yinshan Pass three days in advance to fly towards Shidao Island.
Along the way, one could also see streaks of light rushing in the same direction. However, unlike Yinshan Pass where guards maintained order, there were no such figures here. Everyone kept their distance and remained on guard, not daring to approach each other casually.
Qin Sang rode the Flying Sky Shuttle, flying discreetly above the treetops. He pondered silently to himself.
The Flying Shuttle was a magic weapon he obtained during the Qi Refining stage. It was only a high-grade magic weapon, which was still usable at that time, but now it felt a bit slow, wasting time.
This idea came up when we were passing by the Suspension Bridge.
When traveling long distances, if you want to be fast and comfortable, you must use magical artifacts like the Flying Shuttle.
It's not possible to always travel by sword or activate the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman. While these methods are indeed faster, they consume a lot of spiritual energy and can't be sustained for long.
Over the years, Qin Sang has never found a better alternative. This trade fair is an opportunity, so it's worth taking a good look and see if he can trade the Flying Shuttle for something else.
> Besides, take this opportunity to buy more spiritual wood.
Of course, the most important thing is still the soul grass, the others are not necessary, just follow fate.
After flying through the marsh for a while, Qin Sang saw that the mist ahead suddenly thinned, knowing that he had reached Shi Island. He then urged his Feitian Shuttle and leaped into the air above the mist.
From a high vantage point, the mist in the swamp appears like an endless sea of clouds.
The weather was a bit overcast, but you could still see for miles in all directions. Aside from the occasional treetop that poked out of the mist, there was nothing to obstruct the view.
Few dare to fly above the fog, for one's target is too obvious unless one is supremely confident in their abilities.
Qin Sang cautiously looked around, then stared straight ahead.
Not far ahead of him, a huge circular void abruptly appeared in the smooth fog layer, without a single wisp of mist.
Dense fog rolled in, and anyone who moved there would be blocked by an invisible barrier, forced to flow downwards. This caused the fog to move like water, forming a ring-shaped 'waterfall' at the edge of the hollow.
Every moment, endless.
The scene was extremely grand.
Shijima is just below the hollow, but you can't fly directly there.
Qin Sang fell back into the mist. After flying for a distance, a strange force suddenly struck him, pushing him outward.
This force isn't very strong, about as Pu Guan said. Anyone above the tenth level of Qi Refinement can withstand it.
Qin Sang's spiritual energy surged, easily blocking the pressure. In a short time, he felt a sudden lightness in his body and the clouds and mist dissipated from before his eyes, revealing an island within his sight.
The island consists entirely of black stones, like a tortoise's back lying in the center of the swamp, with no grass or trees growing on it.
Round, orderly stone houses were built on the island. In the very center was a grand high-rise building, where the auction was held.
At this time, there were many cultivators coming and going on the island, walking between the stone houses and conducting business.
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Donning a cloak to conceal his face, Qin Sang swiftly landed on the stone island. A few cultivators glanced at him before withdrawing their gazes and resuming their tasks. Qin Sang began to stroll leisurely between the various stone houses.
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Due to the restrictions of Shi Dao's outer formation, the cultivators entering Shi Dao are all of relatively strong abilities. Naturally, the quality of the treasures they can take out is also not bad.
However, these things are hard to catch Qin Sang's eye.
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After wandering around for a while, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel disappointed. He didn't see even one top-grade flying artifact, although there were some spirit woods. Unfortunately, their quality was not high and was inferior to the golden silk snow pine wood. Even now, spirit wood of the level of golden silk snow pine wood offered only a negligible enhancement to the Wumu sword. Buying it would be a waste of spirit stones.
It's understandable, really. At this kind of casual market, few people are willing to part with their truly valuable possessions.
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Qin Sang pondered for a moment, no longer wasting time. He suddenly raised his foot and walked towards the end of the street, finally stopping in front of an unremarkable stone house.
The stone house had no sign, and there was nothing inside except a lone old man with white hair, napping by himself.
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"This is for you, friend."
Qin Sang stepped into the stone house, bowed slightly, and softly woke up the old man.
The old man rose to return the greeting, waving his hand to close the stone house's restrictions. "I apologize for my rudeness. Please don't mind me. I wonder what brings you here I don't sell any magic artifacts or pills here."
"To be frank, my friend, I received a tip from a good acquaintance who told me you have a way of gathering like-minded individuals and fostering communication. Therefore, I humbly ask for your guidance on the right path."
The elder let out an “oh” and sized Qin Sang up, not asking him to unfasten his cloak. He stroked his long beard and said, "Since you know my identity, friend, you must have been introduced by an old acquaintance. However... rules cannot be broken, regardless of cultivation level. Friend, you..."
Halfway through his story, the elder saw Qin Sang spread open his palm, with three small spirit swords arranged in a row.
These three spirit swords came from the three people on Mount Tai. They are all top-grade magic weapons, but they vary in strength. The spirit sword wielded by the scar-faced man is considered one of the best among top-grade magic weapons.
Qin Sang had a blackwood sword, and since these spirit swords were not immediately needed, he had long decided to exchange them.
This old man in front of me, whenever Shi Dao market opens, he organizes some people to hold a secret market privately. This person has some skills, and the reputation of his organized secret market is quite good.
To participate in the secret market, one must either be personally invited by the elder or demonstrate sufficient "ability" to gain the elder's recognition.
Qin Sang, guided by Pu Guan's hint, learned the identity of this person and went to him.
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"Is this enough"
Qin Sang smiled and asked.
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Seeing Qin Sang take out three top-grade magic weapons at once, the old man's turbid eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Enough! Enough! Daoist friend, take this jade pendant..."
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The elder handed him a jade pendant.
“The auction hasn't started yet, and people aren't all here. This old one has decided to wait until after this secret market auction is over before opening the next secret market. The location for the secret market hasn't been decided yet. When the auction is over, fellow cultivators, stay on Shi Island for another day. At that time, activate the restriction in the jade pendant with your spiritual power, and you will be guided.”
The elder detailed how to use the jade pendant for Qin Sang.
“Thank you, Daoist friend,” Qin Sang put away the jade pendant, bid farewell to the old man, and walked out of the stone house.
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After patiently strolling around again, he only harvested two low-grade artifacts with special uses. Qin Sang lost interest and rented a quiet room on Shi Island.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
As night fell, Qin Sang suddenly opened his eyes and pushed the door open.
In the middle of Shi Island, the tall building is dazzling with lights. Many cultivators have gathered in front of it. The auction is about to begin!
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