1047: Chapter 1047: Three-Foot Ding Furnace 1047: Chapter 1047: Three-Foot Ding Furnace “Heh, the Purple Fla Sect really spares no effort in obtaining more cultivation resources, even at the cost of tarnishing the prestige of a third-grade strong sect!”
Whenever the topic arose, Ge Feng couldn’t help but mock, but would finally sigh, “That’s the benefit of being a powerful sect!
I’m stronger than you, so I can be domineering.
What can you do about it?”
Shen Yulin, Huang Miao, and others remained silent after hearing Ge Feng’s words.
In the Martial Dao World, it’s the law of the jungle, an eternally unbreakable truth.
Only the strong are respected, can do as they please, and dominate everything.
For a fourth-grade sect like Bitao Martial Academy, only by surpassing the overall strength of the Purple Fla Sect could they escape from being oppressed and manipulated at will.
However, although Bitao Martial Academy now had three disciples with Innate Spiritual Roots and so talented students, the lack of cultivation resources was a major obstacle hindering these disciples’ progress.
Therefore, surpassing the Purple Fla Sect was still a long way off.
“The sect conference officially begins in two days, and during these two days, you all can wander around Purple Fla City to broaden your horizons.
But rember, Purple Fla City is a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; don’t cause trouble easily.
Do you understand?”
After a short rest in their quarters, Ge Feng gathered Fang Bai and the others to carefully instruct them, then added, “I am going to the west city’s Martial Artists Trading Market to exchange so urgently needed cultivation resources for our sect.
Anyone who wants to co with just speak up, and I’ll take you there.
Those who want to explore other places in the city, don’t co back too late at night, lest I worry!
Did you rember?”
Nine disciples nodded their heads; so decided to join Ge Feng to the Trading Market, while others planned to wander around the city in small groups, gradually disbursing.
Liu Qingqing originally wanted to stay with Fang Bai, but was pulled away by Shen Yulin and Huang Miao for a street outing.
Soon, the large courtyard was left with only Fang Bai.
Fang Bai left the courtyard, departed from Vermilion Bird City, and went to a secluded, unpopulated place.
He first changed his clothes, then manipulated his vitality and facial muscles, altering his appearance, making himself a bit shorter.
When he reappeared among people, he presented as a middle-aged martial artist wearing a black robe, with pale skin and a lean figure.
After asking a passerby for the exact location of the Martial Artists Trading Market, Fang Bai hurried towards it.
Arriving at Vermilion Bird Street in the west of the city, he saw in the distance two large gates at the end of the street.
Each gate depicted a Fire System Divine Beast, Vermilion Bird, with a large golden sign hanging above, inscribed with the glittering golden words “Purple Fla City Martial Artists Trading Market”, and signed not by the ruler of Thousand Lakes Country, but by the current Sect Master of Purple Fla Sect, Li Zheng.
This clearly showed that the Purple Fla Sect was the true overlord of Thousand Lakes Country.
To enter or trade in the market, martial artists had to pay an “entrance fee” of ten Essence Stones at the gates and receive a numbered special waist tag to gain entry.
“This Martial Artists Trading Market, with tens of thousands of martial artists trading here daily, earns a substantial inco just from the entrance fees alone!”
Fang Bai, wearing his waist tag, entered the bustling Martial Artists Trading Market, and couldn’t help but silently curse at the Purple Fla Sect a few tis.
Inside the vast trading market, tens of thousands of martial artists wandered around, wearing a variety of clothes, including disciples from the major sects of Thousand Lakes Country, nurous individual cultivation martial artists without sect affiliations, and even foreign martial artists.
As long as they spotted the cultivation resources they needed, they would stop to haggle and see if they could strike a deal.
To raise or lower the price, both sides of the trade shouted and argued fervently, their faces flushed with the heat of debate, yet they seed tireless.
In the trading space, wisps of Essence Energy filled the air, released from the Spiritual dicine, Elixirs, and other Cultivation Resources.
Fang Bai’s Divine Sense Diffusion scanned through the trading market, roughly understanding so of the situation here.
Most of the tens of thousands of Martial Artists here were Heaven Level Martial Artists, with only a small portion being Desolate Level Martial Artists, and no Vast Level Martial Artists in existence.
The Cultivation Resources that the Martial Artists were trading were mostly low-grade and low-quality, with not much able to catch Fang Bai’s interest.
“Ah?
This furnace is quite good, I can buy it to make Elixirs.”
As he passed a stall, Fang Bai’s gaze swept over a furnace, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to it.
The furnace was three feet tall, and at first glance, it was entirely black but on closer inspection, it faintly glowed red, giving it a very ancient feel.
The body of the furnace was engraved with Array Runes that ordinary Martial Artists would find difficult to understand, and it seed to contain so mysterious power.
However, this mysterious power could only be sensed by a Martial Artist like Fang Bai with a Chaos True Body and extrely keen senses; if not for him, it might have remained buried.
The Martial Artists in the trading market, although many were discerning, couldn’t tell what material the furnace that Fang Bai was interested in was made of, thinking it was nothing special or rare.
They did not know that the furnace, essential for many Pharmacists who often made Elixirs, was forged from rare Fire Essence Iron as the main material, along with other components, reaching the level of a high-grade Spiritual Artifact, difficult to exchange with ordinary Cultivation Resources.
In fact, even the stall owner who displayed the furnace did not realize that the ancient furnace he had acquired by chance could be so precious.
Fang Bai looked at the price of the furnace, 20,000 low-grade Fire Elental Stones and twenty bottles of low-grade Gathering Yuan Pills, the exchange rate was not expensive, and just so, Fang Bai had so low-grade Fire Elental Stones and a few low-grade Gathering Yuan Pills in his Spatial Ring, enough to exchange for the furnace.
“Brother, I quite like this furnace, can you make it a bit cheaper?”
Fang Bai picked up the furnace and examined it, casually asking the stall owner as if he was indifferent.
The stall owner was a Heaven Level Perfection Martial Artist, who appeared to be over ten years older than Fang Bai after his disguise, short and skinny with a pair of goat beards, exuding a sleazy and cunning appearance.
Judging by the stall owner’s attire, he seed to be a Loose Cultivator without affiliations to any Sect.
“Young brother, I obtained this furnace with great difficulty from a dangerous place, the price can’t be reduced!”
The stall owner stated earnestly.
“I ca in a hurry and didn’t bring that many Essence Stones and Elixirs…
How about this, I’ll exchange a 500-year-old Tears of Crystal plant for this furnace, what do you think?”
Fang Bai, aware of the furnace’s value and that the stall owner’s price was indeed not expensive, decided not to haggle further and chose to use a Tears of Crystal plant for the exchange.
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