Chapter 323

Liu Qing smiled, threw down a secret manual, grabbed the ginseng on the table, and left, not even glancing at Xu Yang.

"Sorry!" Zhang Yong said in a low voice.

Xu Yang's expression was calm: "It's fine!"

He also couldn't afford to offend an inner sect disciple, but he noted this grudge.

He finally understood that at this trading fair, the good things all belonged to these few inner sect disciples; only the things they didn't care for would fall to others.

Even if one had the strength to compete with them, no one dared to compete with them.

He could take out better things to trade with Zhang Yong, but he dared not take them out.

"Strength!"

Xu Yang took a deep breath, his gaze swept across the table, and soon he saw the thing he needed again.

Pure Yang Grass!

A stalk of Pure Yang Grass lay quietly on the table in front of Lu Ren, and no one stepped forward to ask about it.

Xu Yang stood up and walked over, saying, "What do you want to trade for this Pure Yang Grass?"

Although the two were not on good terms, it did not affect the trade.

Lu Ren showed a somewhat surprised look and chuckled: "A Profound Origin Qi-Transforming Pill, or forty contribution points, or a weapon-type Gang Qi martial technique. Do you have any?"

"This is a weapon-type Gang Qi martial technique!"

Liu Qing appeared again like a ghost, directly throwing a secret manual in front of Lu Ren.

A secret manual was just a matter of copying; he had plenty of such things, and the Pure Yang Grass was practically free.

Like Zhang Yong, Lu Ren also directly traded the Pure Yang Grass to Liu Qing.

"If Junior Brother is interested in Pure Yang Grass and thirty-year-old ginseng, you can come to Senior Brother's place to talk." Liu Qing left with a smile.

"So he wants to be a middleman."

A secret manual is just a matter of copying; it can be said to be a business with no capital.

Xu Yang discovered that it wasn't just Liu Qing; Cao Rong and Yun Heng were the same. As long as it was something they wanted to trade for a secret manual, the three of them would forcibly trade for it by relying on their status as inner sect disciples.

He was not the only one being robbed.

Many people had livid faces; to trade back the things they had their eyes on from the three of them, a useless secret manual would not suffice.

"So the Qingyuan Society is just as rotten."

He had thought this was a good place, but it turned out to be just a backyard for inner sect disciples to scrape up resources.

In a short while, all the items at the trading fair intended for trading secret manuals were exchanged by Liu Qing and the other two, and a large pile had accumulated in front of them.

"Fellow Junior Brothers, those interested can come and take a look at our place. As long as the price is right, these things of ours can also be sold." Cao Rong smiled.

Xu Yang was unwilling to let these three off cheaply, so he continued to look on the tables and soon found another thirty-year-old ginseng.

"How do you want to trade?" He walked over to ask.

He had no impression of this person; he should be a Dragon-Ascending disciple from the previous batch.

"Thirty contribution points."

Xu Yang shook his head: "Twenty-five!"

For a thirty-year-old ginseng, handing it over to the sect would only yield twenty contribution points. It is normal for this person to want to bring it here to earn more, but thirty contribution points is a bit greedy.

Except for an alchemist like him, few people would spend so many contribution points to trade for a thirty-year-old ginseng; directly trading for a Origin-Returning Pill has a much stronger effect than taking a thirty-year-old ginseng.

"Fine!" This person nodded.

Xu Yang took out the contribution points and soon traded for this thirty-year-old ginseng.

He continued to look, but he didn't see the three main ingredients for the Origin-Gathering Pill again; instead, he saw someone with a piece of spirit iron the size of an egg in front of them.

Xu Yang walked over to ask, and this guy only wanted contribution points, asking for three hundred contribution points.

"Junior Brother Xu, do you want Pure Yang Grass and ginseng?" Liu Qing shouted from afar.

Naturally, only Xu Yang would be interested in the things snatched from Xu Yang's hands.

Xu Yang walked over and said, "What does Senior Brother Liu want to trade for? Other than silver, I have nothing else to trade."

Silver?

Liu Qing showed a look of disdain; although he didn't have more silver than he could use, he wasn't exactly lacking it either.

"Don't you have a fist technique? Trade it to me, and as long as you guarantee that you won't use this fist technique to trade with others in the future, the Pure Yang Grass and the thirty-year-old ginseng are yours."

Liu Qing smiled, his abacus clicking loudly.

With one stalk of Pure Yang Grass and one ginseng, he wanted to claim Xu Yang's Wind-Breaking Fist as his own and buy out the usage rights.

"It seems Senior Brother has no sincerity. At an auction house, the price for a Gang Qi martial technique with bought-out usage rights is at least around four or five thousand taels."

Xu Yang directly refused.

"Then Junior Brother can take it to an auction house to sell." Liu Qing said with a chuckle.

He wasn't necessarily set on selling these things to Xu Yang; there were plenty of people among the alchemists at Medicine King Peak who needed Pure Yang Grass and thirty-year-old ginseng.

"Still missing Pure Yang Grass!"

The trading fair ended quickly. Except for Cao Jin, Liu Qing, and the other three who left fully loaded, most people's expressions were very poor.

The things they had their eyes on were all forced to be traded from the three of them at high prices.

"You needed ginseng, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhang Yong sighed.

"I didn't know you happened to have the things I needed." Xu Yang was helpless.

He had asked, but Lu Ren happened to appear and interrupt, so he didn't keep it in mind afterward.

The things he could have originally obtained just by giving the Wind-Breaking Fist to Zhang Yong to cultivate, he ended up spending twenty-five contribution points to trade from someone else.

"In the future, if we have things to trade, let's communicate beforehand." Sun Tao said.

Zhang Yong nodded and said, "Let's go. This Qingyuan Society is not a good place; let's try not to come in the future."

Like Xu Yang, he was also greatly disappointed with the Qingyuan Society.

This was nothing more than a place for inner sect disciples like Cao Jin and Liu Qing to scrape up resources.

"Junior Brother Xu, I plan to join forces with Junior Brother Zhang Yong and Senior Brother Jiang Ping to venture into the Yunling Mountain Range. Are you really not coming with us?"

The next day, Sun Tao found Xu Yang to persuade him.

He still hoped that Xu Yang could venture into the Yunling Mountain Range with them.

With three Gang Qi Minor Success experts plus Jiang Ping, safety was still guaranteed.

Most importantly, now that most people have entered the Yunling Mountain Range to hunt for treasures, if Xu Yang continues to hide in the Profound Heaven Sect, he will be eliminated sooner or later.

Even Jiang Ping, a half-crippled person, dared to continue to fight; how could Xu Yang be so content with mediocrity?

One must know that Xu Yang's talent is not much less than Lu Ren's, but Lu Ren has already declared that he can reach Gang Qi Major Success in two or three months, while Xu Yang still needs about a year.

Xu Yang shook his head: "I won't go. Senior Brothers, be careful."

Three days later, to avoid being intercepted and killed by Li Qiang, Sun Tao, Jiang Ping, and Zhang Yong secretly left the Profound Heaven Sect and quietly entered the Yunling Mountain Range to hunt for treasures.

Xu Yang also did not go to the city to refine the Origin-Gathering Pill.

Now he was still missing one ingredient, Pure Yang Grass; if he couldn't buy it at the black market in a few days, he would go to the city to look for it.

In the blink of an eye, it was the 20th, the day the black market opened.

When it got dark, Xu Yang brought his silver and arrived at the black market early.

"Brother, have you brought the three stalks of Tiger Bone Vine?" He successfully found the stall owner from last time.

The stall owner said in a hoarse voice: "Brother is indeed a man of his word; I have brought them all."

As he spoke, he leaned down and rummaged through the wooden box on the ground, taking out three stalks of Tiger Bone Vine and handing them to Xu Yang.

"There are no problems with the items."

Xu Yang checked them and confirmed they were the real things, immediately took out the silver notes to pay, and then began to look for Pure Yang Grass in the black market.

But after walking a circle, he didn't see anyone selling Pure Yang Grass; instead, he bought another thirty-year-old ginseng.

He simply wrote a sign at the entrance of the black market, directly stating that he was buying Pure Yang Grass at a high price.

"Brother, do you want Pure Yang Grass? Why didn't you say so earlier? I also have Pure Yang Grass, but I didn't bring it."

Xu Yang stood for a while when someone came up to talk; it was actually the monkey-faced stall owner who sold him the Tiger Bone Vine.

"If you are in a hurry, you can come with me to get it now." The monkey-faced stall owner said.

Xu Yang shook his head: "I'm not in a hurry. If you have it, Brother, just bring it next time."

"Fine!"

The monkey-faced stall owner nodded and turned back to his stall.

Xu Yang waited for half an hour, during which many people came up to ask, all saying they had Pure Yang Grass but hadn't brought it, asking Xu Yang to go with them to get it.

Xu Yang refused them all, knowing that most of them were ill-intentioned.