32: Chapter 32 Thousand Machine Pavilion, Expensive Intelligence

"No, it's too slow! I must find a fiercer poison, or get high-grade Medicinal Pills that can assist Cultivate!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Qi Yang's eyes.

Acting cautiously is not about shrinking inside a turtle shell waiting to die, but rather seizing resources by any means necessary under the premise of absolute safety!

He currently had plenty of Spirit Stone in his hands, along with a bunch of top-grade Spirit Medicine, but these things simply couldn't be spent in the Outer Sect.

What was sold in the Outer Sect market was all garbage, of no help to his current cultivation.

"It seems I still have to make a trip to the Ghost Market."

Qi Yang touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

The Ghost Market was a mixed bag of dragons and fish; although dangerous, it was also the only place to get contraband and high-grade resources.

Moreover, that incomplete foundation establishment pill Pill Formula in his hands had to be completed somehow.

foundation establishment pill!

That was a supreme treasure that could drive Qi Refining Stage Cultivator crazy!

Even those Prodigy in the Inner Sect had to render great meritorious service to the Sect or have a good Golden Core Stage father to get a foundation establishment pill.

He, Qi Yang, an Outer Sect old farmer wanting to achieve Foundation Establishment, could only rely on himself for Alchemy!

"I have already gathered the main ingredients; jade pith ganoderma, dragon blood fruit, and heavenly spirit fruit are all lying inside the warm jade box."

"What is missing now is the list of auxiliary medicinal materials for that one-third, as well as the most core Alchemy technique!"

Qi Yang took out that shabby incomplete Pill Formula from the Storage Pouch, his gaze burning.

The Alchemy of high-grade Medicinal Pill was by no means as simple as throwing medicinal materials into a furnace and burning them.

The control of heat, the Fusion of medicinal properties, and even the timing of adding medicine—a tiny deviation would lead to a furnace explosion!

"There is an intelligence organization called Qianji Pavilion in the Ghost Market, which claims that as long as there are Spirit Stone, even what color underwear the Xuantian Sect Sect Master is wearing today can be found out."

"Let's try our luck and see if we can buy clues for the foundation establishment pill."

Having made up his mind, Qi Yang immediately began making preparations.

"I still need to get another defensive Magical Artifact. The black turtle shield was cracked by the Ice Python last time, and repairing it is too troublesome; it's better to just buy a new one."

"I also need to prepare some blood-dissolving powder and tendon-softening powder; these things are best used for scheming against people."

Qi Yang busied himself in the secret room for a whole night, arming himself to the teeth.

Nightfall the next day.

Qi Yang changed into a black robe, put on a mask, pasted a breath-concealing talisman, and quietly left the Xuantian Sect along the tunnel of the secret room.

The night was like ink, with gusts of gloomy wind.

Draped in a wide black robe, with that gloomy human-skin mask pasted on his face, Qi Yang also slapped a breath-concealing talisman and a corpse-qi talisman on his body.

He was now an evil Cultivator Daoist Mu who licked blood off the edge of a knife all year round.

The Ghost Market was located in an underground karst cave a hundred miles outside the Xuantian Sect. It saw no sun here, a mixed bag of dragons and fish; all sorts of murder-and-looting Loose Cultivator and demonic Cultivators traded here.

Qi Yang familiarly passed through the stall-vending areas on the periphery and headed straight for a three-story pavilion deep inside the Ghost Market.

Qianji Pavilion.

Lowering his bamboo hat, Qi Yang strode into the pavilion.

The light inside the pavilion was dim, with only a few moonlight stones emitting a cold, eerie light.

Sitting behind the counter was a scrawny old man, puffing away on a dry tobacco pouch.

Qi Yang's perception quietly swept over, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Qi Refining Ninth Layer!

The Spiritual Qi fluctuations emitted from this old man's body were extremely profound. Although mixed and obviously a Four Spiritual Roots, his Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivation was right there—he was definitely a ruthless character.

"Shopkeeper, buying some news."

Suppressing his throat, Qi Yang's voice was hoarse.

The scrawny old man didn't even lift his eyelids, exhaling a puff of blue smoke: "The rules of Qianji Pavilion: ask the price first, pay later, no bargaining. Speak, what do you want to investigate?"

"The list of missing auxiliary drugs for the foundation establishment pill Pill Formula, as well as the most core Alchemy technique."

Qi Yang got straight to the point.

As soon as these words were spoken, the scrawny old man's smoking motion abruptly paused.

He finally lifted his eyelids, two rays of sharp light bursting out from his murky eyes, staring fixedly at Qi Yang.

"Hehehe..."

The old man suddenly sneered, his laughter sounding exceptionally eerie in the empty pavilion.

"Is Your Excellency making fun of this old man?"

The old man knocked his pipe, his tone freezing cold.

"foundation establishment pill? That is a supreme treasure that can allow a Qi Refining Stage Cultivator to ascend to the heavens in a single step! Do you think it's Chinese cabbage?"

"The Pill Formula and Alchemy technique of the foundation establishment pill are all tightly monopolized in the hands of those few large Sects!"

"Why? Because they want to control the Cultivator below! If the channels are not locked down, any tom, dick, and harry can achieve Foundation Establishment, how can they still rule?"

The old man snorted coldly.

"Ordinary Spirit Stone simply cannot buy this top-secret information! Even if you take out ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stone, this old man can only send you one word: scram!"

Qi Yang's brows beneath the bamboo hat furrowed slightly.

He had been hiding out in the Xuantian Sect Outer Sect for nearly a hundred years; of course, he knew the nature of large Sects.

"Spirit Stone can't buy it, what about resources?"

Without any nonsense, Qi Yang backhanded a heavily sealed jade box from the Storage Pouch and slapped it directly on the counter.

"Shopkeeper, take a look and see if this carries enough weight."

The old man gave Qi Yang a suspicious look and reached out to peel off a sealing spirit talisman on the jade box.

The moment the sealing spirit talisman was peeled off, a nauseating stench mixed with terrifying dark green poisonous Qi suddenly rushed out from the gaps of the jade box!

The old man's expression changed wildly, and his Qi Refining Ninth Layer perception frantically warned him!

He abruptly took three steps back, the spiritual power within his body erupting roar, forming a thick protective shield in front of him, which only then blocked that wispy leaked poisonous Qi.

"This... What poison is this?!"

The old man was terrified to the extreme.

Quietly lying in the jade box was a Medicinal Pill the size of a dragon's eye, entirely dark green.

This was a first-grade peerless spiritual poison pill refined by Qi Yang using the black gourd to ripen a full ten centuries-old extremely toxic Spiritual Plants, and then sacrificing and refining them day and night with the Poison Wood Spiritual Power of the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art!

If this thing were thrown into a well, it could slaughter an entire Mortal city clean!

Even a Qi Refining Ninth Layer Cultivator, if swallowed unprepared, would turn into a pool of bloody water within the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

"First-grade peerless spiritual poison pill, dealing with Qi Refining Ninth Layer is effortless."

Qi Yang's voice remained hoarse and calm.

"Use it to exchange for a clue, is it enough?"

The old man stared fixedly at that spiritual poison pill, a trace of greed and dread flashing in his eyes.

Such a major weapon of mass destruction was a top-grade item for saving one's life in the Ghost Market!

"Enough!"

Gritting his teeth, the old man waved his large hand, resealed the jade box, and put it into his sleeve.

"Consider yourself lucky; this old man indeed has a clue regarding poison Cultivators and the foundation establishment pill."

Leaning in closer, the old man lowered his voice and said: "Deep inside the Luohun Mountain Range a hundred miles away, there is a ruin named Duling Valley. Recently, the Formation has loosened and is about to open."

"That place is the Immortal Cave of a Golden Core Stage poison Cultivator from a thousand years ago! That poison Cultivator was a notoriously crazy Alchemist back then. In his Immortal Cave, there is a very high probability that Jade Slips and Alchemy insights regarding the foundation establishment pill are hidden!"

The Immortal Cave of a Golden Core Stage poison Cultivator!

Qi Yang's heart leaped fiercely, and his gaze instantly became fiery.

But he quickly calmed down.

The Law of Gou: when pie falls from the sky, there must be a trap on the ground!

"Since it's about to open, there must be quite a few people going, right?"

Qi Yang asked coldly.

The old man chuckled: "Smart. That place has already been targeted by the Blood Fiend Sect and several demonic cultivation forces. It is said that even the Inner Sect elites of Qi Refining Tenth Layer will be dispatched. If Your Excellency wants to go and take a share, you'd better weigh your own weight."

Blood Fiend Sect! Demonic Cultivator! Qi Refining Tenth Layer!

Qi Yang immediately wanted to back out in his heart.

He was only at Qi Condensation Seventh Layer now. With Poison Wood Spiritual Power and all kinds of underhanded tricks, what difference was there between going to grab things in such a place where demons danced wildly and courting death?

A Qi Refining Tenth Layer pinching to death a Qi Condensation Seventh Layer was as simple as pinching to death an ant!

Not to mention needing to reach the Qi Condensation Twelfth Layer Great Perfection before attempting Foundation Establishment; he was still a hundred thousand miles away from Foundation Establishment.

"Many thanks for the shopkeeper's reminder."

Without any hesitation, Qi Yang turned around and left directly.

Wading through muddy water? It didn't exist.

Once that bunch of demonic Cultivators bit each other like dogs and fought almost to the finish, he would check if there was a chance to pick up scraps.

The most urgent matter now was to go and get a handy defensive Magical Artifact.