Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

Looking at the sky, it was getting late.

Zhang Ling walked into a hidden street, took out the mask that Old Mu had given him, put it on his face, and then used a shapeshifting technique to transform into a tall, thin middle-aged man.

In the next hour, he changed into several different appearances, entering and exiting several shops that bought materials.

He exchanged some of the monster materials and unusable magical artifacts he had for spirit stones, and in the end, he had more than three thousand spirit stones in his storage bag.

After exchanging the spirit stones, Zhang Ling left the market and found a hidden place in a nearby mountain forest to wait for the opening of the ghost market.

Although he felt that the spirit stones he had were still not enough, he had already made several transactions in the market, and he was afraid that he had already attracted the attention of others, so it was better to leave as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the ghost market is somewhat similar to an auction house, and it is also possible to exchange items for items. He still has several spiritual herbs that have been cultivated for hundreds of years, and their value is not small, so he is not worried about not having enough spirit stones.

These spiritual herbs are all second-grade spiritual herbs, which he specially cultivated in order not to waste the mysterious bead after cultivating the spiritual herbs used for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

He is also about to enter the Foundation Establishment stage, and first-grade spiritual herbs are no longer worth cultivating. And the pills he used for cultivation in the past two years were all made from the Qi Gathering Pills he had accumulated before and the ten bottles of Qi Nourishing Pills that Wei Shen gave him.

Now there are still a few bottles left, so he has not re-refined any pills in the past two years.

……

"Arrived."

Under the dark night, in an unnamed valley, Zhang Ling stood in front of a gray rock wall. At first glance, the rock wall was covered with dense vines.

This is a mountain forest seventy or eighty miles away from Clear Water Market. Zhang Ling looked at the stone in his hand that had turned blue, and with a single point of his hand, he saw the stone floating in the air in front of him. With a spin, a blue light shot onto the rock wall.

After waiting for a few breaths, the vines on the rock wall rustled and moved, suddenly shrinking upwards, revealing the white rock, and a stone cave appeared near the ground.

A tall man in black stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at him expressionlessly with cold eyes. Zhang Ling was dressed in black, wearing a hat, and his dress was somewhat similar to this person.

Scanning with his divine sense, the man's cultivation was also at the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

"Token"

A cold, muffled voice came from the man's mouth. Zhang Ling did not hesitate, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the blue stone out. The man reached out and grabbed the stone, and put it away without even looking at it.

"Entrance fee, twenty spirit stones." Then the man spoke again. Zhang Ling knew nothing about the rules of the ghost market, so he could only raise his hand again and throw the spirit stones to this person.

The man took the spirit stones and then gave way to the entrance of the cave. He looked like he was doing his duty. Looking at the dark cave entrance, Zhang Ling walked in.

The cave was dim. After walking for more than ten zhang, a layer of faint white light appeared in the cave. Zhang Ling looked left and right, and saw that moonstones were embedded in the stone walls at intervals.

Next, he was led by the man through several stone passages, and soon arrived at a large mountain belly. The space in front of him was not small, and most of the mountain was hollowed out.

Several moonstones floated around, emitting a soft light, but the space here was very large, and the overall look was somewhat dim.

"Please."

The man pointed to the front and left. Zhang Ling glanced over and saw that there were many stone tables and chairs on the flat ground below. Each set of stone tables and chairs was separated by two zhang, and some melons, fruits, and tea were placed on them.

His arrival did not attract the attention of others. There were already thirty or so people here, most of whom were dressed like him. They sat quietly on a stone chair alone.

Zhang Ling quietly came to an empty stone table and closed his eyes to rest. As time passed, after an hour, nearly two hundred cultivators had gathered.

……

On a semi-circular high platform in front, two cultivators also sat down, one in black and one in a yellow shirt. They both wore the same evil ghost mask on their faces.

After another incense stick of time, the man in the yellow shirt stood up. His aura emanated out, and immediately attracted the attention of the cultivators present.

"It's about time, let's begin."

This person's voice was muffled, and he seemed to be very old. He stood on the stage and said a sentence, glanced at everyone present, and then sat back in his original position.

"Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator"

Zhang Ling sat in the corner and glanced at the old man in the yellow shirt. His heart moved, but after a thought, he felt relieved.

With these two people in charge, it also showed the power behind the ghost market, which must have the support of experts in the sect.

Otherwise, how dare they hold a ghost market transaction in the mountain forest so close to the Hao Yuan Sect's mountain gate? I'm afraid the sect's high-level officials also know about this. While Zhang Ling's mind was racing, a woman in a cyan palace dress flashed to the side of the old man in the yellow shirt and bowed to the two of them.

"Fellow Daoists, since Elder Zhao has spoken, this ghost market will begin. I can only apologize to the fellow Daoists who have not arrived."

"Everyone who has come to this place must also be clear about the rules here. However, I still have to say it. This place is similar to an auction, and the value of the treasure will be obtained by the fellow Daoist who bids the highest. If any fellow Daoist falsely reports spirit stones, or does not abide by the rules and smashes the place, don't blame us for being merciless."

"As for fellow Daoists who do not have enough spirit stones, you can also use treasures as collateral, and the value of the treasures will be appraised and priced by the two elders behind me. The two seniors are very knowledgeable, and I think you will not have any objections."

As she spoke, the two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators behind the woman released their auras, and the suppressed scene was silent.

The woman in the palace dress said a few more polite words, and the ghost market began. She patted a delicate storage bag on her waist.

A three-foot-long sword in red and black flew out. The woman injected spiritual power into it, and the sword suddenly became three points larger, wrapped in a layer of fire, and flew around her. Red sword shadows appeared, and its power seemed to be not small. It was a high-grade magical artifact.

"Fire Flame Sword, high-grade magical artifact, starting price of four hundred spirit stones. Each increment shall not be less than ten spirit stones."

Four hundred and twenty spirit stones

Four hundred and fifty spirit stones

The first item was a high-grade magical artifact. Zhang Ling glanced at it and stopped paying attention. This magical artifact was a special fire-attribute magical artifact. Only in the hands of cultivators who practice fire-attribute techniques can it exert its full power. It did not attract him.

However, there were many cultivators present, and several people immediately bid. After a few breaths, the value had soared to more than five hundred spirit stones. The subsequent price increases slowed down a lot.

However, this magical artifact was indeed a high-quality product among high-grade magical artifacts. In the end, it was bought by a cultivator with a black veil for a high price of six hundred spirit stones. It was nearly half the price higher than ordinary high-grade magical artifacts.

Cyan light shield, blazing fire token, blue short knife magical artifact, pills to increase cultivation, items were auctioned one by one.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and more than ten items were auctioned. The prices of these things were two or thirty percent higher than their original value.

But there was nothing that Zhang Ling needed. Gradually, he also became a little disappointed. He did not lack magical artifacts now. He originally came here just to try his luck to see if there would be monster beast spirits and other things. Now he was a little regretful about the twenty spirit stone entrance fee.

The sweet voice of the woman on the high platform resounded throughout the audience. As a shield magical artifact was auctioned off, the woman took out two jade bottles from her storage bag.

The jade bottles were two inches high and black. They faintly emitted wisps of cold air, attracting the attention of many cultivators.