With A Crippled Spiritual Core, I Become The Boss Of The Cultivation World

After coming out of "Lingzhi Danfang", Wang Ping was walking on the bluestone street of Baijingfang, thinking about the words of the beautiful woman in the green dress just now, and his mood was quite excited.

He also did not expect that just a hundred-year-old golden ginseng can be sold for a price of one hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones.

What if the golden ginseng with more than 700 years of age was in his hands?

The "Baicao Lingjing" clearly states that common elixir such as Jinxian ginseng and Song Yunzhi, once the medicinal age has reached a hundred years, the medicinal effect can be maintained on the original basis for each additional hundred years of medicinal age. Add one or two percent up.

Based on this calculation, is the corresponding increase in the number of spirit stones sold?

The interests involved were too great, and Wang Ping didn't dare to ask the beautiful woman in the green dress any more.

After all, when he mentioned the Centennial Golden ginseng just now, he had already aroused suspicion from the other party. If he asked the purchase price of the seven hundred years elixir again, it was hard to guarantee that the other party would not have any bad intentions towards him.

You must know that behind this "Lingzhi Danfang", there is also a family of cultivators.

Because of the matter of the Li family, Wang Ping is very vigilant about these immortal cultivating families now, but he doesn't want to be targeted by any immortal cultivating family anymore.

After he came out of the "Lingzhi Danfang", Wang Ping had more than 1,800 low-grade spirit stones in his hand, and there were only more than 300 left.

With these remaining spirit stones, he went to his third stop, a refining shop called "Golden Stone Refining Shop".

There are two kinds of business in the refining shops in these square markets. One is to sell instruments, and the other is to be commissioned to refine instruments.

Wang Ping came to the Item Refining Shop because he wanted to entrust the Item Refiner in it to make the magic weapon.

The "Golden Stone Refining Shop" he was looking for was a bit remote. It was located in an alley to the west of Baijingfang. If he didn't come here specifically, it would be difficult for ordinary people to see this shop.

When Wang Ping found the store, the door of the store was still open, and the door was not fully opened.

"Is there anyone in there? Was the shopkeeper at home?"

Although the door was ajar, Wang Ping didn't push the door directly and entered, but he did his due diligence and called the door a few words from outside.

After half a cup of tea had passed like this, just when Wang Ping thought that there was no one inside, a rough voice with an impatience sounded: "The door is not closed, just come in by yourself."

When Wang Ping heard this, he couldn't help but slightly raised his brows, and he couldn't help but secretly said, "That's true."

At that time, when he heard the young man in green clothes talking about the strange personality of the owner of the craft shop and didn't care much about the business of the craft shop, he still couldn't believe it.

After all, if you open a shop in Fang City, you have to pay a lot of rent every year. If the business is not good, it is easy to lose money. How can anyone not care about the business of the shop!

But now that he heard the impatient words of the shop owner inside, he gradually believed the words of the young man in green clothes.

For those who really open the door to do business, how can anyone treat the customers who come to the door with such a tone.

But this way, Wang Ping has more confidence in this trip.

After all, it's not a person who really has a few brushes. If he did this business, he would have already lost the money and got out of the market. How can he continue to stay here?

With a touch of curiosity and anticipation, Wang Ping opened the door and walked into the store.

I saw that the store also had a counter and some wooden shelves, but both the counter and the wooden shelves were covered with dust and cobwebs, and the same goods were invisible.

This made Wang Ping almost suspect that he did not enter a shop that was still open, but an abandoned house that had been abandoned for many years.

It really has personality!

He shook his head, then walked directly towards the inner door that was opened, and walked in towards the yard behind the shop.

In the courtyard behind the refining shop, Wang Ping finally saw the shop owner, a half-century old man with a full beard and a dirty body.

This old man's cultivation base is not low, he has eleven levels of qi training, and he is only one step away from reaching the peak of qi training.

When Wang Ping saw him, he was in the yard and gestured at a black short sword that was about a foot long.

Looking at him like this, Wang Ping reckoned that if he didn't take the initiative to speak, he might not be able to wait for a long time for him to speak out.

Immediately, he coughed lightly and took the initiative to say, "Cough, fellow Daoist is polite. Wang Ping is a loose cultivator. I want to entrust my fellow Daoist to refine tools. I dare to ask if you are willing to take the order?"

"Do you want to entrust the refiner?"

The bearded old man suddenly raised his head to look at Wang Ping, the light in his eyes was fleeting.

Wang Ping was stared at by him, and he nodded calmly and said: "Yes, I found this place after inquiring. The level of the daoist's refining tool is among the many refining shops in Fang City. They are all at the top of the list, and this time Wang came here because of his name.”

The bearded old man was a little undecided about his touting words, but he stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Since it is a commissioned refining tool, then you must have brought the materials with you. Take it out and take a look. As for the old man. Whether you want to take the order or not, you have to make a decision based on the quality of the things you take out!"

It is a consistent rule of the Refiner Shop to look at the materials before entrusting the refiner.

After all, the better the materials used in the refiner, the higher the success rate. For the sake of their own reputation, the refiner shop must make some choices when accepting the entrusted refiner.

Wang Ping also knew this, so he quickly reached out and touched the storage bag at his waist, and took out the two first-grade top-grade black-scaled crocodile hides and scales that he had left on purpose~www.readwn.com~ and looked at his cheeks. The old man said: "This is the material that Wang wants to entrust the Taoist friend to refine. The Taoist friend will see if it is qualified."

When the bearded old man took out the materials, his eyes were all attracted by the folded crocodile skin and scales, and he didn't listen to the words behind him at all.

I saw that he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to squeeze on the crocodile skin, then picked up the scales and carefully looked at the patterns on it, and finally nodded slightly: "The crocodile skin and scales of the first-order monster black armored crocodile, It seems to be taken from two first-rank high-grade black armored crocodiles, but it is indeed a good material for refining inner armor."

The name "Black-Scaled Crocodile" was only taken by Meng Changyou and others based on the appearance of those monster crocodiles. In fact, the real name of those monster crocodiles should be called Black Armored Crocodile.

Wang Ping realized this after listening to the old man with the beard.

But this is not the point. The point is that he listened to the words of the bearded old man, and his materials obviously met the requirements of the other party.

So he quickly said with a look of joy on his face: "Young Daoist is really an expert, and you can see the origin of this item at a glance. From the friend's opinion, can you make a deal for Wang's entrustment of the refining tool this time?"

Hearing what he said, the bearded old man did not answer immediately, but raised his hand and grabbed the beard and pondered.

After pondering for about a cup of tea, he nodded slightly in Wang Ping's expectant eyes and said, "Okay, it just so happens that the inner armor is a defensive magic weapon, and the old man has not refined it for several years, this time. Just try again, lest the craftsmanship will be rusty in the future."

Seeing that he finally agreed, Wang Ping was also relieved, and now he bowed his hands again and said, "There is a fellow Daoist Lao, and Wang is here to thank you in advance."