Chapter 581: The Miraculous Jiaoyi Society

"Young Master, I don't have anything valuable on me, so I'll wait outside!"

At the entrance of the 21st Jiaoyi Society, Hao Cang bowed to He He Pingsheng.

He He Pingsheng walked in alone.

This Jiaoyi Society was not large.

It was only about ten zhang wide and ten zhang long!

A square space.

Along the walls were rows of circular seats.

Everyone could freely choose a seat.

He He Pingsheng had no such pretensions and casually picked a seat and sat down.

After sitting, he began to scan his surroundings.

There were roughly two hundred seats in the entire hall.

Besides the wall-side seats, in the center stood a massive tetrahedral stone stele.

The stele had four faces, each facing the cultivators seated in the four directions.

As for the stele's purpose, He He Pingsheng did not know.

Anyway, sit down first!

The people hadn't all arrived yet!

But he noticed that before each seat was a small array.

He didn't know how to use it.

After waiting about an incense stick's time, all two hundred-plus attendees finally arrived.

He He Pingsheng's spiritual sense swept over them, roughly assessing the cultivators' realms.

The hall was crowded and noisy, with countless spiritual senses crisscrossing.

No one could tell whose spiritual sense was moving, so everyone could look freely.

Of the two hundred, there were fewer than thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators, about one hundred twenty Nascent Soul, and the remaining fifty were mostly Soul Transformation.

There were two or three others whose realms He He Pingsheng could not discern.

These two or three must be Void Refinement experts.

Or even higher—he didn't know how much higher.

He He Pingsheng did not activate his Heavenly Eye to examine closely.

Unnecessary.

At this moment, a grotesque old man stepped to the center of the hall, leaped forward, and landed precisely atop the central stele.

"Fellow cultivators, esteemed elders!" the old man bowed to all sides: "I am the temporary manager of the 21st Jiaoyi Society!"

"This Jiaoyi Society will last one hour!"

"Our organization charges no intermediary fees!"

"Feel free to trade boldly—but we offer no guarantees on transaction safety or responsibility for your items!"

In short, we only take your entrance fee; keep your eyes open—if you're cheated, don't blame us.

Everyone nodded.

The old man continued: "Each of you has an array before you. Activate it, then write down the items you wish to trade and what you seek."

"Once written, the item's name will appear on the stele's array, visible to all!"

"Then everyone takes what they need!"

"Begin!"

The old man waved his hand.

At this moment, He He Pingsheng finally understood how the array and stele worked.

He activated the array, and a glowing membrane appeared.

It had two fields.

The first read: Please write your item for trade and a brief description.

The second read: Please input your 【Desired Item】.

He He Pingsheng paused for a moment, then wrote in the trade field: an S-grade fifth-rank 【Shape-Shifting Pill】, an S-grade 【Divine-Breaking Pill】, and one vial of Tian Song Xuan Huang Dew.

The Hua Xing Dan and Shen Po Dan needed no explanation—everyone knew their uses.

As for Tian Song Xuan Huang Dew, a brief description was needed.

For his desired item, He He Pingsheng wrote: Seeking one attack or defense-type 【Sixth-Rank Talisman】.

A reinforced Sixth-Rank Talisman can directly slay ordinary Void Refinement cultivators.

Better to buy one now.

The Treasure Basin cannot yet reinforce Sixth-Rank items, but that's no concern.

He He Pingsheng was close to Soul Transformation.

Once he reached Soul Transformation, he could reinforce it.

After writing, he activated the array, and the information appeared on the stele in the hall.

Lines of information gradually emerged on the stele.

Everyone's desires and items for trade slowly appeared.

He He Pingsheng fixed his gaze on the screen, unleashing his spiritual sense to aid his observation.

In an instant, he absorbed every message on the stele.

No one was selling a Sixth-Rank Talisman.

His need was unmet.

But he spotted a peculiar item: Chi Huo Pipa Fruit!

He He Pingsheng knew what Chi Huo Pipa Fruit was.

A Fifth-Rank spiritual fruit!

Its rank was neither high nor low, but it had a special use: making spiritual essence.

It was the main ingredient for brewing the Fifth-Rank essence: Bing Yu Pipa Ointment.

After successful brewing, it replenished magic power for Soul Transformation cultivators, similar to He He Pingsheng's previously brewed Tian Song Xuan Huang Dew.

Only Tian Song Xuan Huang Dew was Fourth-Rank, while Bing Yu Pipa Ointment was Fifth-Rank.

He He Pingsheng was pondering how to trade when someone stepped forward first.

"Who owns this S-grade Divine-Breaking Pill? I'd like to trade…" A woman in green robes suddenly stood up, scanning the crowd.

He He Pingsheng said: "It is mine."

"Good!" The woman turned her gaze to him: "Young Master, I want one of these."

"Young Master, would spirit stones do?" the woman asked He He Pingsheng.

He He Pingsheng smiled and shook his head: "Forgive me, Young Lady, I don't need spirit stones—not even S-grade ones."

"If you have S-grade, I have no problem."

"Heh…" the woman sneered: "I don't have S-grade spirit stones—I've never even seen one!"

"How about some Fifth-Rank elixirs?"

"Forgive me, Young Lady, I don't lack elixirs!" He He Pingsheng smiled and shook his head: "I already have elixirs, magic treasures, and cultivation techniques."

"If you have rare Fifth-Rank spiritual materials, I might consider it."

"Hmm…" the woman thought, then said: "I have a ten-thousand-year peach wood. Its rank is also Fifth-Rank, and the tree was struck by heavenly lightning—it carries a lightning attribute. If forged into a magic treasure, it would be the bane of demonic and ghost cultivators!"

She pulled out a piece of peach wood.

As soon as it appeared, a surge of lightning energy erupted.

He He Pingsheng now understood some alchemy and forging—he had no hesitation and nodded: "Accepted… I'll take it."

The trade was completed.

At this moment, many other cultivators began haggling over items they favored.

He He Pingsheng stored the peach wood in his storage bag.

Though he hadn't examined it closely, he knew this wasn't ordinary peach wood.

Where did Fifth-Rank peach wood come from?

Perhaps it was some kind of spiritual peach wood.

The woman was right—this item, if forged into a magic treasure, would utterly suppress demonic and ghost cultivators.