Chapter 30 Get the alchemy furnace and buy purple monkey flower!

"Haha, since you are so straightforward, I will make a copy for you first!"

The old man quickly took the recipe, then took out three blank jade slips from his storage bag and copied the recipe into them.

"Copying completed, take it!"

Mr. Xu was extremely fast and he had copied the recipe completely in just half a cup of tea.

Then he threw the jade slip to Chen Yun, staring at Chen Yun with a pair of eyes.

"Give!"

Chen Yun was very straightforward and directly handed over thirty low-level spirit stones.

Old Xu took the spiritual stones with a smile on his face, and then looked Chen Yun up and down: "You can't judge a person by his appearance. Your wealth is beyond my expectation!"

"This is the spiritual stone given by my family before I entered the valley!"

Chen Yun sighed softly, his face full of pain.

Looking at Chen Yun like this, Old Xu pinched his beard and said, "If you want to make an elixir, you still need an elixir furnace!"

As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and a light brown broken alchemy furnace appeared in his hand: "This Xuanhuang alchemy furnace is just sitting there!"

"Give me twenty low-level spirit stones, and I'll take them!"

Chen Yun's face turned dark and he directly took out fifteen low-level spirit stones.

"That's all I have!"

If Chen Yun wants to refine the elixir, he must have an alchemy furnace, although this furnace is a bit worn out.

But he has a reserved spirit, so he's not a waste.

"Since you are so shabby, I will give you this alchemy furnace!"

Old Xu frowned, snatched the spirit stone from Chen Yun's hand, and stuffed the Xuanhuang Danlu into Chen Yun's arms.

As if he was worried that Chen Yun would regret it, he went straight downstairs.

[Intermediate-level Alchemy Furnace, no number of copies]

Chen Yun's eyes lit up when he heard the system prompt sound coming from his ears.

The market price of a mid-level alchemy furnace is as high as fifty low-level spirit stones.

I don’t know if Mr. Xu didn’t recognize it or if he picked it specially for me.

Chen Yun didn't think much about it and put the Xuanhuang Danlu into the storage bag.

Left Yuelu Palace.

It was already late at night, and a cold wind was blowing as the night fell.

Chen Yun stepped on the green leaf flying magic weapon and disappeared into the night.

And it was shortly after Chen Yun left.

"Another Qi training disciple who has a crazy idea and wants to make pills!"

"Do you really think refining the elixir is that simple?"

Several mocking voices were heard from Yuelu Palace.

……

It was already late at night when we returned to Yunqiao Pavilion.

Chen Yun's spiritual sense swept across the light curtain of the formation and found no signs of damage.

Then he nodded and stepped into the house.

Sensing Chen Yun's presence, one after another deep purple thunder spirit fish popped their heads out from the bottom of the pond.

Compared to the golden-backed mantis, the thunder spirit fish has a much greater appetite.

And with this period of feeding, many of these thunder spirit fish have reached the intermediate level one.

It weighed half a pound and emitted a faint purple light from its back.

"eat more!"

Looking at the swarming thunder fish, Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and scattered pieces of water thunder vine leaves into the deep pool.

The moonlight shines on the thunder spirit fish, shining with a faint spiritual light.

Chen Yun frowned slightly and said silently in his heart:

"After copying the recipe, I don't have any spirit stones left. I have to think of a way!"

It is not feasible to use the small green bottle to cultivate thousand-year-old spiritual herbs for sale. It takes two months, and for safety reasons, it can only be sold in the Huangfeng Valley Market.

I am not Han Li, and I don't have any aura. The risk is too great. If I really want to sell it, I must at least have the foundation-building cultivation level.

"Chen Xu and the other two can now use their magic weapons!"

"There is also that top-level Thunderhorn Python. Leave some materials for it, and the rest can be sold!"

The magic weapons of Chen Xu and others are too sensitive, so they cannot be sold in the Chen family.

But in Huangfeng Valley, there is no such worry. They can sell it directly to the entry-level independent cultivators or the disciples of the other two families.

Chen Yun planned to use the materials of the Thunder-Horn Python to make a top-level attack weapon, and not sell it.

But the remaining flesh and blood can be used to make pills and talismans.

The next morning, in the side room.

Chen Yun opened the Palm of Heaven bottle, and a drop of heavenly creation liquid the size of a soybean rolled in the bottle.

Turn over to the next yard.

A three-hundred-year-old golden spirit grass grew in the corner of the wall, emitting a faint golden light.

But the place was overgrown with weeds, covering up the magical herb.

No one would have thought that a rare and precious spiritual herb that is hundreds of years old would grow among the weeds.

A drop of emerald green liquid of creation dripped onto the golden spirit grass.

Three days later, the biweekly March Platform Trading Fair started again.

Stepping on the flying leaf magic weapon, he turned into a green shadow and arrived at the foot of Yunmeng Peak.

Looking at the stalls in the square, my eyes were quickly attracted by a stall selling talismans.

The stall owner was a short girl. She looked at Chen Yun who was walking forward and immediately began to sell talismans:
"Elementary low-level talisman, one for two low-level spirit stones!"

Chen Yun waved his hand, took out the jade bottle and handed it over:

"I have the blood of a top-level monster here. Would you like to take it?"

When she heard about the blood of a top-level monster, the girl's eyes lit up. She took the jade bottle and opened it.

He sniffed it gently, with an intoxicated look on his face: "It's full of spiritual power, it's indeed the blood of a top-level monster, and it's a thunder monster!"

Putting down the jade bottle, the girl looked at Chen Yun and asked, "How many do you have? I want them all."

Chen Yun didn't waste any words and directly took out nine bottles of Thunder Horn Python blood and said, "Ten bottles in total, one hundred low-level spirit stones!"

Hearing this, the girl frowned slightly and looked at Chen Yun deeply: "This price is a bit high, how about ninety low-level spirit stones?"

"Okay, but you have to give me a complete collection of talismans!"

Chen Yun nodded, then pointed to the pale yellow book, and added: "Do you have any talisman pens?"

Hearing this, the girl's face darkened, and she pushed the spirit stones and the talisman collection over, raising her hand and saying, "Gone, nothing left!"

Seeing the girl's firm attitude, Chen Yun had no choice but to put the spiritual stones and books into his storage bag and walked over to the middle-aged monk who was selling spiritual herbs.

"Brother Qian, how many golden spirit herbs have you prepared this month?"

Chen Yun walked forward, bowed, and asked.

Half a year ago, Chen Yun made an agreement with him to trade once a month.

Brother Qian is very trustworthy and shows up on time every month.

Seeing Chen Yun appear, Senior Brother Qian smiled and took out three golden spirit grasses: "Junior Brother Chen, you are unlucky. You only got three this time!"

"fine!"

During this period of time, I am cultivating the Millennium Golden Spirit Grass, so there is no rush.

"Brother Qian, I have a favor to ask of you!"

Chen Yun cupped his hands, stepped forward and said, "I got a recipe for a pill that requires purple monkey flowers. Do you have any channels?"

"Purple monkey flower?"

Hearing this, Senior Brother Qian's pupils shrank slightly. He looked at Chen Yun in front of him and said in a voice transmission: "This is one of the main medicines for foundation building. Even though it is less than a hundred years old and cannot be used to make foundation building pills, it rarely flows out!"

"Some disciples have no hope of building a foundation themselves, so they leave it behind to cultivate and pass it on to future generations!"

Chen Yun frowned slightly and continued to transmit: "I don't have high requirements for the age, three to five years is fine!"

(End of this chapter)