Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 2493: Chapter 916: Troubled Times, Harvesting Soul Essence (Part 3

Is it a market without a price?

Luo Chen pondered for a moment, “Then how do you usually trade?”

“A large amount of Ascendant Grade Spirit Stones, or bartering!” the elder said.

Luo Chen nodded, “In that case, I happen to have a precious item I want to part with. I wonder if it catches your eye.”

The elder showed a curious expression, wondering what kind of item could be called precious.

“Let’s talk in a quieter room!”

Luo Chen glanced over the bustling shops and said calmly.

The elder did not refuse, promptly leading Luo Chen to a quiet room.

About half a day later, Luo Chen left the shop, his face showing neither satisfaction nor disappointment.

But the elder was beaming with joy.

Because their shop would soon have a new treasure trove item.

“True Devices!”

He never expected Luo Chen to be so generous, actually offering up a True Device for trade.

Although this True Device was largely tainted by some mysterious power, greatly diminishing its spirituality.

But as long as one is willing to spend time, using ten or so years to gradually eliminate the Power of Filth, it could regain some of its might.

The treasure appraiser they just invited was now curiously playing with the Flying Sword.

“Seems like it’s the Power of Filth from Ming Shui?”

The elder was taken aback and then recalled the matter of the Dark Abyss Sect.

“Could it be that person just came back from treasure hunting at the Nether Abyss?”

Just as he suspected.

The incomplete True Device Luo Chen had just offered for trade was indeed something he had accidentally picked up while traversing the Nether Abyss.

Not just one, but several.

Though most were of the Magic Treasure Tier, only two or three were incomplete True Devices.

The Xuan Turtle, seeing his fondness for picking such items, even intentionally led him to places where similar treasures might be found.

Had it not been for Luo Chen’s focus on traveling, he might have gathered more.

Such items were useless to Luo Chen.

Even if he bestowed them to his disciples, the Ming Shui’s taint meant a great effort was needed to cleanse the filth and diligently refine them.

He might as well sell them to acquire what he truly needed.

“It’s just that the amount of Soul Essence is a bit lacking, and the trading process is too troublesome.”

With a thought, Luo Chen headed towards some secluded corners he remembered in Lingtian Pass.

These big shops had too many regulations.

Not as convenient as black market trading.

Though black market trading had other risks, Luo Chen’s strength allowed him to overlook them completely.

“Back then, the method of making Soul Essence was also spread from these black markets. Now that it’s time to reap the rewards, one should start from where the seeds were sown.”

“Moreover, their information is more updated; I could inquire about the situation in Luotian Domain.”

…

While Luo Chen was weaving through Lingtian Pass, gathering resources and probing for news.

Along the coast of East Sun Domain, the Demon Mirror which had been hanging for thousands of years cast a distant reflection of a scene.

A long ship, akin to a Sword Halberd Whale, sliced through the wind and waves, speeding towards the shore.

The figures on board were indistinct, banners fluttered.

Just as it was about to reach the coast, a youthful girl ran towards a palace with a sign reading [Kunxiao].

“Senior sister, the Eastern Wasteland is near!”

The palace gate opened with a roar, a graceful figure slowly stepped out.

A moon-white Lingluo Long Skirt adorned with cloud patterns, with silver threads flowing and embroidering hidden orchid patterns, moving as if carrying mist and clouds.

Her dark hair was styled into a cloud-crowning bun, adorned with hairpins, swaying with each step.

Her temples held three or so rice pearl flower hairpins, her forehead painted with light blue tender leaves, making her skin appear fairer than snow or frost.

Compared to the usual genteel ladies, Fu Qinglan now possessed a more noble and unattainable aloofness.

She glanced at the Eastern Desolate Continent close by, then cast her autumn-like eyes towards the vast sea behind her.

“Shi Ju is likely almost here as well, but he must not arrive before me.”