Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan walked forward and asked with some eagerness and curiosity: "Uncle, can you sell this jade pendant to me? How much?" There was an excitement in his voice that was hard to conceal.

The old man raised his head, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, deep and mysterious. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful: "This jade pendant is extraordinary, it is a spiritual object passed down from ancient times, it can not only protect the owner from the invasion of external evil spirits, but also enhance spiritual power, a full one hundred top-grade spiritual stones."

This price was like a bolt from the blue, causing Lin Fan and his companion Jiang Shuiling to gasp. Although rare items were common in the market, such a price tag still made people feel daunted.

Jiang Shuiling was unwilling to give up. She bit her red lips lightly, a scheming flashed in her eyes, and then she said tentatively: "Old man, your jade pendant is good, but one hundred top-grade spirit stones are too expensive. How about this, we pay five top-grade spirit stones?"

The old man shook his head, his expression was calm, as if he had already seen through the value of everything in the world: "Five high-grade spirit stones? This is not even one ten-thousandth of the spiritual energy contained in this jade pendant. However, since you really want it, I will give you fifty high-grade spirit stones."

Although the price has been reduced, it is still a huge expense for Lin Fan and Jiang Shuiling.

Lin Fan's brows were furrowed, and he was struggling in his heart. He knew that this jade pendant would be of great benefit to his cultivation, but he was not willing to spend 100 high-quality spirit stones on it.

Just when Lin Fan was about to give up, Jiang Shuiling suddenly had an idea.

She took a step forward, her tone firm and sincere: "Old man, for ten high-grade spirit stones, not only can you buy this jade pendant, but also give us all the items on the stall, how about that?"

The old man's eyes lingered on Jiang Shuiling and Lin Fan for a moment, as if he was weighing their sincerity and the true value of the jade pendant.

Then, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he admired Jiang Shuiling's courage: "Okay, ten high-grade spirit stones, I'll give them to you all."

Lin Fan and Jiang Shuiling smiled at each other, quickly handed the spirit stones to the old man, and left the stall with the excitement of having obtained the spirit stones without any effort and the joy of returning home with a full load.

After Lin Fan and Jiang Shuiling left, the noise around the old man's stall gradually died down.

As soon as they left, the old man slowly stood up, a barely perceptible smile on his face and a cunning light in his eyes.

He looked around to make sure no one noticed him, then quickly gathered up the remaining items on the stall and skillfully put them into his storage ring.

After a while, the old man quietly left his original position and walked to the other side of the market, finding an area with more people.

He chose an empty corner and took out a pile of worn-out-looking items from his storage ring and placed them in front of him. The surface of these items was covered with dust and looked far from being real spiritual treasures.

The old man began to shout loudly, "Don't miss it if you pass by. It's a top-grade spiritual treasure, worth every penny!"

There was a unique attraction in his voice that made the monks and passers-by stop and look curiously at those seemingly insignificant objects.

In this bustling market, the old man's voice was not prominent, but his eyes were extremely sharp. Whenever someone approached his stall, he could accurately sense the other person's interest.

Lin Fan led Jiang Shuiling and Jin Bukegang out of the small town and passed through a desolate suburb.

The early spring wind blew across the barren wilderness; the dry grass rustled in the wind, adding a sense of desolation and uneasiness.

Just as they were walking along the dilapidated dirt road, Lin Fan suddenly felt his scalp tingling and an inexplicable discomfort surrounded his whole body. His intuition told him that this was not a good sign.

Just as Lin Fan was about to open his mouth to warn his companions, a low and slightly hoarse voice came from not far away, destroying the quiet night: "My friends, you came and went in such a hurry, why didn't you leave anything behind?"

Lin Fan and his companions reflexively looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the dense woods on the side. The man had a thin face, pale skin as paper, hands as skinny as chicken claws, and tattered clothes, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"who!"

Jin Buke couldn't help but scream in surprise, and the weapon in his hand tightened involuntarily. He looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared with full vigilance.

Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly. He could feel that the other party was not a good person. Although the man's breath was faint, it carried an unsettling evil spirit.

He whispered to Jiang Shuiling and Jin Buke, "Be careful, this guy is not simple, he may have some conspiracy."

The man did not seem to be in a hurry to launch an attack, but instead slowly approached them. Every step he took carried a sense of oppression, as if the air had become heavy.

His voice sounded again, with a strange charm: "Little brother, could you lend me the jade pendant so I can take a look?"

Lin Fan replied cautiously: "We are not familiar with each other, so I will not lend it to you."

His voice was firm and powerful, his eyes were sharp, trying to find any potential threats in the other person's eyes.

After hearing this, the man's face flashed with displeasure, but then he regained his composure. His voice was low and powerful: "Oh, really? That's a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shook and rushed towards Lin Fan at an astonishing speed, his movements were swift and strange.

The night was as dark as ink, the cold wind was howling, and there were only sparse trees and the occasional roar of wild beasts passing by, adding a bit of coldness and loneliness.

Lin Fan and his companions continued to move forward, and every step they took made a rustling sound on the dry leaves.

Faced with the sudden challenge, Lin Fan reacted quickly. With a flick of his hand, a heavy Qiankun Axe suddenly appeared in his hand.

The axe emitted a faint golden light, and seemed to contain infinite power.

He swung the axe without hesitation. The axe tip created a gust of wind and actually forced the strange old man back several steps.

"Hey, you're not that old, but you have a lot of good things."

The old man stared at the Qiankun Axe in Lin Fan's hand, greed in his eyes and a sinister smile on his lips.

"Get out of the way and I'll spare your life!"

Lin Fan responded expressionlessly. He was extremely disgusted with this stranger who was obviously malicious. He gripped the axe tightly, ready to attack again at any time.

The smile on the old man's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes became sharp: "If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!"

As he finished his words, he spread out his hands, like an eagle swooping down on its prey, with an astonishing momentum.

Before they actually made a move, a fierce aura had already attacked Lin Fan and the others.

The sudden strong pressure caused Jiang Shuiling, Jin Buke and Zhong Ling'er to involuntarily take a few steps back. Their faces turned pale, and it was obvious that they had suffered a great shock.

"A master in the Jindan stage?!"

Jiang Shuiling exclaimed, her eyes full of disbelief.

A cultivator in the Jindan stage is considered a master in the world of cultivation, possessing extraordinary strength and profound internal power.

Lin Fan frowned, he knew that facing a Jindan stage master, even he felt unprecedented pressure.

But his eyes were determined and he gripped the Qiankun Axe tightly in his hand, ready to face the upcoming battle.