58: Trade Fair

He kept two years' worth of Medicinal Pills for himself and sold all the remaining Medicinal Pills. The Medicinal Pills refined this month, Lin Feng directly sold to the Alliance's Medicinal Pill shop opened in this area, earning seven thousand Spirit Stones in one go.

After Lin Feng finished dealing with these matters, he found Shopkeeper Hou Shang. Shopkeeper Hou greeted Lin Feng warmly and informed him of the specific transaction time. He also gave Lin Feng a token, and the two agreed on a meeting place. He would then take Lin Feng to the trade fair.

Lin Feng took the token and returned to the Alchemy room. Lin Feng was also helpless; he didn't know when Zui Yi Sheng would find him. Lin Feng dared not show himself casually now and could only try his best to hide.

Since his cultivation had already reached Qi Refining Level 9, Lin Feng used his free time to refine some Spirit Talismans. At the appointed time, Lin Feng left the Alliance Headquarters alone and stopped on a small hillside.

Just as Lin Feng was wondering why there was no one here, Hou Shang arrived on the hillside from the other side. After greeting Lin Feng, he led him to a valley not far from the location. Upon arriving at the valley, he gave Lin Feng a mask. This mask not only covered the face but also blocked divine sense detection.

Lin Feng and Hou Shang were among the early arrivals. Seeing that there weren't many people, they simply waited for a while. Not long after, forty to fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators gradually gathered here, along with more than a dozen Late-Stage Qi Refining Cultivators like Lin Feng.

When dozens of people had arrived, there were still a few stragglers, but not many. At this moment, a man wearing a rat-head mask walked out from among the crowd. This person initially displayed a Foundation Establishment cultivation, but when he walked to the front, he revealed his true cultivation. A powerful Golden Core aura erupted, suppressing the Foundation Establishment cultivators, making them dare not look up. Qi Refining Cultivators like Lin Feng felt their knees weaken.

Just as this group of people was somewhat flustered and didn't know what the rat-head mask in front of them was going to do...

The Golden Core cultivator wearing the rat-head mask looked at the two masked male Cultivators standing in the corner with a somewhat cold gaze and asked coldly, "Fellow Daoists, the number of Cultivators participating in our trade fair has gradually decreased recently, and many Fellow Daoists have mysteriously disappeared. Aren't you going to explain?"

Hearing this, the Cultivators present immediately understood what had happened. Those two must have been following and ambushing the Cultivators participating in the trade. They all turned their gaze towards the two masked Cultivators.

Those who were close quickly retreated, fearing to be too close and accidentally injured by others. At the same time, they cautiously adopted defensive stances. The two, being stared at by so many people, backed away step by step, pretending not to know anything.

"Senior Rat-Head, what do you mean by that? What do others not coming to the trade fair and disappearing have to do with the two of us? Senior, since you and everyone here don't welcome my brother and me, then my brother and I will not stay here. Farewell!"

One of the two finished speaking and was about to leave with his companion, but the Rat-Head Golden Core Ancestor waved his hand, and a burst of fierce flames shot out, transforming into a giant fiery python over ten meters long. The two Foundation Establishment cultivators hastily took out their defensive Magical Artifacts, one holding a shield and the other with a large green umbrella above his head, to resist the flame attack.

The Rat-Head Golden Core cultivator did not kill the two but flashed, his Flying Sword flying out with him. The Flying Sword turned into a red light, piercing through the two's Spiritual Artifacts and then their Dantians.

Facing the Golden Core cultivator's attack, the two had no time to use any other means. In the blink of an eye, they were picked up by the Rat-Head Golden Core Old Ancestor and thrown in front of everyone.

The Golden Core Old Ancestor scanned the crowd, his tone somewhat cold.

"This trade fair is organized by this Old Ancestor. If there are any more incidents of Cultivators following and ambushing other Fellow Daoists after the fair, and this Old Ancestor discovers it again, this will be their fate!"

With that, the Rat-Head Golden Core cultivator flicked his finger, and the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were about to beg for mercy, were engulfed by two streaks of fierce flames, consumed by fire.

The Cultivators present were all a little terrified by the scene before them. Those who had originally thought of robbing other Cultivators silently canceled their plans. They were all experienced old monsters; making a move at this time would be akin to slapping the Golden Core cultivator's face and no different from seeking death.

Lin Feng, visiting for the first time, also felt a surge of emotion at the scene. It was truly too simple for a Golden Core powerhouse to deter others. When would he be able to possess such immense power?

After the Rat-Head Old Ancestor dealt with the two rogue Cultivators who had infiltrated, he gathered everyone, telling them not to waste time and to bring out their items for trade. He, meanwhile, sat there, calm and composed, closing his eyes to rest, as if the trade here had nothing to do with him.

Lin Feng found this very strange and secretly asked Hou Shang what was going on. Hou Shang, seeing Lin Feng's inquiry, secretly informed him.

"Fellow Daoist, we Cultivators come here to trade, so there is naturally a certain level of safety guarantee, but it's not free!"

Lin Feng was taken aback by these words and pressed, "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?"

Hou Shang slowly began to explain to Lin Feng. Firstly, if the powerful Cultivator encountered items he needed among those sold here, he could also purchase them, and no one could contend with him.

Secondly, when they, the group of Cultivators, completed their transactions and left, each Cultivator had to pay five hundred Spirit Stones. If they didn't pay, they could substitute it with other items. Just by sitting here, he could earn almost thirty to forty thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.

Furthermore, that Senior could also sell some items himself. Saying this, he gestured for Lin Feng to look in front of the Old Ancestor. Indeed, the Old Ancestor also had some items displayed in front of him. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators were somewhat tempted by these items, let alone Lin Feng.

After listening to Hou Shang's explanation, Lin Feng separated from him and began to browse the stalls of the other Cultivators. The Foundation Establishment cultivators here indeed had many treasures. They were selling Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts, as well as Medicinal Pills. They were also exchanging Cultivation Techniques, rare Ores, and Spirit Medicines.

Lin Feng was a little dazzled. Many items made Lin Feng covet them for a long time, but these items were too precious. Lin Feng's Spirit Stones could only buy one or two pieces, and some of the more valuable ones, Lin Feng couldn't afford even one.

Walking back and forth among these stalls, Lin Feng couldn't find the Foundation Establishment Pill Pill Formula he wanted. Lin Feng, originally somewhat helpless, planned to give up and come back next time. However, seeing the rat-head figure sitting in a place where no one dared to approach and inquire, after some hesitation, he still decided to go forward and ask.

"Senior, do you happen to have the Pill Formula for the Foundation Establishment Pill here?"

The person wearing the rat-head mask, seeing Lin Feng inquire, couldn't help but raise his head and size up Lin Feng twice:

"I have the Foundation Establishment Pill Pill Formula here. Little friend, are you an Alchemist?"

Lin Feng dared not lie in front of a Golden Core powerhouse, fearing to be seen through and anger the other party. However, Lin Feng was indeed in urgent need of the Foundation Establishment Pill Pill Formula, so he could only brace himself, cup his fists in a salute, and reply:

"To be honest, Senior, this Junior is indeed an Alchemist, but I only have a rough understanding of the basics. I genuinely wish to acquire a copy of the Foundation Establishment Pill Pill Formula."