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Qin Xuan swept his gaze over it and flatly refused.

A flash of regret appeared in the scrawny cultivator’s eyes before he turned to find someone else.

Wang Lanmeng asked curiously, "Master, why didn’t you take that Treasure Talisman?"

Qin Xuan replied, "That Jade Talisman looks radiant, but it’s just a visual trick. The Runes inside are faint, and there’s even a crack in the very center. It doesn’t even qualify as a Top-Grade Magic Talisman.

"If it were twenty Spirit Stones, I might have been interested in studying it."

"But two hundred low-grade spirit stones? They’re just looking for a sucker to rip off."

Wang Lanmeng looked up at Qin Xuan with adoration. "Master, you’re amazing."

The two were communicating via Telepathy.

During his time with the Wang Family, Qin Xuan had gained a rough understanding of the currency system used by Righteous Cultivators.

It was different from the Holy Sect’s Contribution Points.

Early-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators used Spirit Crystals.

A common low-grade Fireball Talisman cost about five Spirit Crystals.

Ten Spirit Crystals could be exchanged for a single low-grade spirit stone, the currency used by Mid-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators.

A Tier One Middle Grade Flame Talisman cost three to six low-grade spirit stones, while a Tier One Top Grade Magic Talisman was about ten to thirty Spirit Stones.

As for a Tier Two Treasure Talisman, the price was much higher, starting at over one hundred Spirit Stones.

To Qin Xuan’s surprise...

...the flawed Cyan Wood Treasure Talisman he had disdained was ultimately bought by Wang Runsong.

Anxious, Wang Lanmeng tried to dissuade him, but Wang Runsong cursed her out viciously.

"You’re just a lowly servant girl, what could you possibly know about Magical Artifacts and Jade Talismans! The Old Ancestor himself said it was fine... You spend a few days with some wretched old man and suddenly think you’re a grandmaster of Talismans?"

Wang Runsong’s words were sharp and cruel.

Wang Lanmeng’s eyes reddened with grievance, and shimmering tears welled up. She could only bite her lip and retreat dejectedly to Qin Xuan’s side.

The very next night, Qin Xuan’s words proved true.

A black-clad Loose Cultivator at the Tenth Layer of Qi Cultivation used the cover of darkness to sneak into the Wang Family’s encampment. He tried to steal Wang Runsong’s Storage Pouch but was discovered.

"Old Ancestor... A Tribulation Cultivator!"

Wang Runsong shrieked, horrified beyond belief.

At the same time, he fumbled through a series of hand seals, trying to activate a fiery-red Magic Talisman hidden in his sleeve.

The black-clad Tribulation Cultivator was incredibly experienced. When his first strike missed, he didn’t press the attack. Instead, his figure retreated like a phantom, covering several yards in an instant.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat forcefully.

SHIIING! SHIIING! SHIIING!

Dozens of golden needles, fine as ox-hair and glinting with a cold blue light, shot out like a sudden storm.

"A Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer Cultivator?"

Wang Runsong’s expression changed drastically. He immediately poured all his True Essence into the Cyan Wood Treasure Talisman he had just acquired.

But who could have known? The once-radiant Treasure Talisman dimmed the moment his True Essence flowed into it. It flickered erratically before, with a sharp CRACK, it shattered into pieces.

"No!"

Wang Runsong’s eyes filled with incredulous terror. He didn’t even have time to react.

The dozens of poisoned golden needles pierced his Protective Spiritual Light and buried themselves viciously in his face and neck.

THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!

The distinct sound of needles sinking into flesh echoed.

Wang Runsong’s eyes bulged. His face, riddled with needles like a pincushion, turned a deathly blue-black. He collapsed limply to the ground, and with a final twitch of his leg, died from the poison.

"You fiend! You dare ambush and kill my son... If I ever find you, I swear I will tear you to pieces!"

Wang Zezhou roared, his hair and beard standing on end like the mane of an enraged, aging lion as he clutched Wang Runsong’s cold corpse.

Wang Lanmeng huddled in Qin Xuan’s embrace.

An incredible thought surfaced in her mind. ’Master’s judgment... it’s even better than the Old Ancestor’s...’

The girl’s gaze toward Qin Xuan grew even more obsessed.

...

With Wang Runsong’s fate serving as a cautionary tale...

...all the Cultivators became much more cautious during their private trades in the following days.

This meant that many perfectly good treasures and Spirit Medicines that could have been sold cheaply went unsold, as no one dared to buy them.

Even so, every time night fell, weaker Cultivators were still being targeted by Tribulation Cultivators and killed one after another.

An atmosphere of unease settled over Yunxi Valley.

Some of the more naive family Cultivators were finally beginning to understand the "black" in Ten Thousand Treasures Black Market.

Even an idiot could figure out that these Tribulation Cultivators were most likely connected to the Ten Thousand Treasures Marketplace!

Unfortunately, this was the only place to get cheap Foundation Establishment Pills.

Qin Xuan, however, took this opportunity to sell several perfect-quality Tier One Top Grade Gold Arrow Armor-Piercing Talismans at a high price.

’With the war in the Cultivation Realm, the prices of Magic Talismans and Magical Artifacts seem to have risen by at least thirty percent.’

Gazing at the hundred-plus glittering Spirit Stones in his Storage Pouch, Qin Xuan suddenly found himself hoping the war would become even more intense.

His thoughts then turned to Chen Lixuan.

’I need to get Xiaochenzi to draw more Treasure Talismans when I have the time. That kid just sits in the Soul Banner all day, taking and never giving. What a complete waste of resources!’

...

「One month later.」

Under the crowd’s expectant gaze, the atmosphere in the Ten Thousand Treasures Black Market finally grew lively once more.

A Tier Two Low-Grade Illusion Array was activated.

A thick white fog spread out, blanketing the bottom of Yunxi Valley.

The crowd of Late-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators was surprised to find that, aside from the high auction stage in the center, they couldn’t even see the figures of those around them clearly.

It was as if the Array had been activated specifically to protect the buyers.

"I hereby declare the Ten Thousand Treasures Auction officially open!"

Vice Pavilion Master Yunlong, dressed in a blue robe, appeared before the crowd with a smile, holding a tray covered by a red cloth.

"Our first item for auction is three Tier One Top Grade Pills, Spiritual Essence Pills! The starting bid is fifty low-grade spirit stones, and each raise must be no less than five Spirit Stones."

WHOOSH!

The red cloth was whipped away, and a rich, refreshing fragrance instantly filled the air.

Through the translucent white jade porcelain bottle, three exquisite, longan-sized purple Pills could be seen.