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135: Black brush, thousand-year-old spiritual grass

“What do you need, fellow Daoist?”

The stall owner, a middle-aged man, looked at Xie Weilou with a smile.

Xie Weilou casually picked up a long sword from the table and asked, “How much is this?”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, “Everything here needs to be bartered. This sword was originally a Spirit Artifact, but it was damaged later and lost its spiritual charm. However, it’s much higher grade than ordinary weapons, so it can be considered a treasure. If you need it, one hundred-year-old Spirit Grass will suffice.”

“Hundred-year-old Spirit Grass?”

Xie Weilou raised an eyebrow, put down the long sword, and then picked up several other items nearby, inquiring about them one by one.

The middle-aged man showed no impatience, still smiling as he introduced them.

Xie Weilou then picked up the bead and asked, “This bead looks quite extraordinary. Is it something powerful?”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, “This is an Earth Vein Bead, containing a cluster of Earth Vein Fire. For fire-attribute cultivators, it’s a decent item. If you like it, two hundred-year-old Spirit Grass will suffice.”

Lin Qinghuang walked over and said indifferently, “Two hundred-year-old Spirit Grass for a broken bead? Earth Vein Fire is very common and can be found in many artifacts. It’s not worth one hundred-year-old Spirit Grass!”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man gave an awkward smile and looked at Xie Weilou, “Then one Spirit Grass, and I’ll give you that sword as well, how about it?”

Xie Weilou shook his head, “A damaged Spirit Artifact, its material might be extraordinary, but to a cultivator, it’s meaningless. Give me this sword, and add another item…”

He pointed to a black writing brush on the table, “Give me this brush too, how about it?”

This writing brush was also no ordinary item; it should be a Spirit Brush used by a Restriction Master, carrying a special spiritual charm, quite extraordinary. With this item, engraving Restriction runes would be much simpler.

“…”

The middle-aged man looked at the black writing brush. This was something he had obtained by chance, possessing a special spiritual charm, but it was not an offensive magical artifact, nor did it have other effects.

He pondered for a moment, then said, “Alright!”

Xie Weilou didn't waste words, taking out a box from his storage bag and handing it directly to the middle-aged man. The three previous storage bags did contain some Spirit Grass.

“Deal.”

The middle-aged man’s smile deepened, and he quickly handed the long sword and the writing brush to Xie Weilou.

“…”

Xie Weilou was about to put away the three items.

“Wait!”

Just then, a voice rang out. A woman in a goose-yellow down skirt and a mask quickly walked over.

Her gaze fixed directly on the black writing brush, “This writing brush is good. One two-hundred-year-old Spirit Grass, I’ll take it!”

“What? Two-hundred-year-old Spirit Grass?”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a second upon hearing this.

Xie Weilou also looked at the woman beside him, his eyes narrowing.

Although the other party wore a mask, he could recognize her at a glance: this was that woman, Yan Ruyi. Her chest was so large that she couldn't see her toes when she looked down.

Yan Ruyi was close to Luo Yunxiao, so she must also know Restriction. This woman must have sensed the extraordinary nature of this brush.

After the middle-aged man reacted, he looked at Xie Weilou with a hesitant expression, “This…”

Xie Weilou said indifferently, “The transaction is complete. Is Your Excellency planning to go back on your word?”

The middle-aged man was silent for a second. Although his heart was filled with reluctance, he still waved his hand and said, “Forget it! I misjudged it; I can't blame anyone.”

He looked at Yan Ruyi, “Miss, I’m truly sorry, the transaction has already been completed. If you need this writing brush, please discuss it with this fellow Daoist.”

His stall still needed to continue operating; he couldn't let future customers be afraid to come because of one two-hundred-year-old Spirit Medicine.

Yan Ruyi immediately looked at Xie Weilou, “Fellow Daoist, one two-hundred-year-old Spirit Grass, how about giving me this item?”

Xie Weilou said faintly, “One thousand-year-old Spirit Grass, and I can give you this item.”

“What? Thousand-year-old Spirit Grass? Why don’t you just rob me?”

Yan Ruyi’s eyes widened instantly.

“If you don’t want it, then forget it.”

Xie Weilou put away the bead and the long sword.

“Deal.”

Yan Ruyi gritted her teeth and immediately pulled out a jade box.

She was indeed a Restriction Master, having entered the third-grade realm. With this Spirit Brush, she would certainly be able to engrave even more extraordinary Restriction runes.

Xie Weilou casually took the box and tossed the Spirit Brush to Yan Ruyi.

“…”

Yan Ruyi put away the Spirit Brush, a smile also appearing on her face. She didn't linger and quickly left.

Xie Weilou stared at Yan Ruyi’s retreating back, smiling playfully. The interest hadn't been collected enough yet; he'd have to snatch the Spirit Brush back later.

“A huge loss!”

The middle-aged man’s face drooped, a bitter smile on his face.

This time, it was truly a huge loss. If he had known this brush was so extraordinary, he would never have taken it out so easily.

He couldn't help but look at Xie Weilou. This person’s target just now must have been that Spirit Brush. Deliberately taking the bead and asking for the long sword was probably just to confuse him, a hidden agenda indeed!

“Distinguished guests of the trading ground, the Millstone Auction is about to begin! Now, you only need to pay one hundred-year-old Spirit Medicine to enter. This is a rare opportunity, please enter quickly. If you miss it, you’ll have to wait another month.”

A powerful voice suddenly spread throughout the entire trading ground.

Some wealthy cultivators, hearing this, walked towards a certain location one after another.

Lin Qinghuang didn't hesitate and walked straight forward.

“…”

Xie Weilou followed with his hands behind his back.

Lin Qinghuang transmitted, “You’ve been targeted. One thousand-year-old Spirit Grass is enough to make certain people act.”

Yan Ruyi casually taking out the Spirit Grass also drew attention; there would definitely be an ambush after leaving Millstone Town.

“No matter!”

Xie Weilou said indifferently.

The two then entered the auction house.

The auction house was huge, with hundreds of cultivators gathered inside.

Xie Weilou and Lin Qinghuang casually found a seat. As they looked around, they sensed another familiar aura.

“Yan Ruyu!”

Xie Weilou looked towards a certain spot and happened to see a woman in a black long dress. She wore a green mask, but her figure could not escape Xie Weilou’s eyes.

“Hmm? Yan Wugou…”

Xie Weilou then looked at another inconspicuous spot.

A gray-robed man sat there, wearing a gray mask, with a mysterious aura emanating from him. This person was none other than Yan Wugou, whose cultivation had already entered the Dao Repository Realm.

Beside him was a woman in a white dress wearing a fox mask…

Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyi, and Yan Wugou were all here. None of them deliberately concealed their aura, perhaps confident in their own strength and disdaining to hide it.

“Entered the Dao Repository Realm? How interesting!”

Xie Weilou thought to himself. The night was good tonight, suitable for robbery, burning, killing, and looting.

Lin Qinghuang casually glanced at Yan Wugou, then shifted her gaze. Evidently, she also recognized Yan Wugou.

“Fellow Daoists, welcome to the Millstone Auction House.”

A white-haired Auctioneer appeared on the central auction platform. His cultivation was not weak, Tuojiang Realm Late Stage.

The Auctioneer glanced around and mused, “Without further ado, let’s begin the auction directly. Please welcome the first item…”

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