After arriving at Pingyang Market, Xu Changshou went directly to the shop of Wanbao Pavilion. This time when he went out, Xu Changshou did not change his appearance. He used to change his appearance frequently because he was too weak and was afraid of being remembered. Now, Xu Changshou has successfully established his foundation, so there is no need to be timid. In the Dongyu Xiuxian world, cultivators at this level of foundation building are already middle-level cultivators. Under normal circumstances, no one would provoke a cultivator who has established a foundation. "Welcome, senior." The doorman at the door of Wanbao Pavilion saw Xu Changshou coming in and hurriedly saluted respectfully. Xu Changshou was wearing a Taoist robe that only the foundation-building cultivators of the Green Immortal Sect could wear. It was so recognizable that the people of Wanbao Pavilion welcomed guests from all directions. As soon as they saw the clothes, they knew that Xu Changshou was a foundation-building cultivator of the Green Immortal Sect. "Shopkeeper, a distinguished guest has arrived." On the other side, someone hurried to report. Soon, Ye Xinghe, the shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion, came out with a smile on his face.
His eyes fell on Xu Changshou, and he was slightly surprised. As the shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion Pingyang Market, Ye Xinghe knew a lot of people. He knew more than half of the foundation-building cultivators from the Green Immortal Sect and the Hehuan Sect, but he had never seen this young man before. Of course, Xu Changshou had been here before and bought things here, but he was in disguise at that time. "Fellow Daoist Ye." Xu Changshou bowed slightly and greeted him with a smile. Seeing that Xu Changshou recognized him, Ye Xinghe was a little embarrassed and clasped his fists and said, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight. May I ask what your name is, fellow Daoist?" "My name is Xu Changshou!" "Fellow Daoist Xu!" Ye Xinghe bowed and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Xu, please follow me." "Yes!" Under the leadership of Ye Xinghe, the two entered an ancient and quaint room. This was a small reception room. The room was quiet, and ambergris was lit. The smell was good and not pungent at all. Ye Xinghe ordered someone to serve tea, and personally poured a cup for Xu Changshou, then asked with a smile: "Xu Daoyou, how long have you been building your foundation?" Xu Changshou smiled and said: "I built my foundation five years ago." "Five years ago, oops!" Ye Xinghe slapped his thigh, as if he had suddenly realized something: "It turned out to be you, Xu Daoyou, I was so confused that I almost didn't recognize you." Xu Changshou was a little surprised: "You know me?" Ye Xinghe laughed and said: "Of course I know, your name is Xu Changshou, you are 32 years old this year, and you are the head of Green Ink Peak." Xu Changshou was stunned, and he could never have thought that Ye Xinghe knew him so well. "How did you know?" "Ye Shanhu." Ye Xinghe smiled mysteriously.
"Junior Sister Ye told you, what is your relationship with her?" Xu Changshou understood immediately. Ye Xinghe and Ye Shanhu are both from Wanbao Pavilion, and both have the surname Ye, so they must have some relationship. "Shanhu is my eldest brother's granddaughter. I am the third child in the Ye family, and I am Shanhu's third grandfather." "It turns out to be you, Senior Ye. I am so sorry for my disrespect." Xu Changshou bowed. Ye Xinghe waved his hand and said, "For cultivators like us, the most accomplished are respected. We don't talk about worldly seniority. We can just be friends as equals." "Fellow Daoist Ye." "That's right!" "By the way, I heard that you and Shanhu both got the opportunity in the Burial Immortal Abyss, and that's how you succeeded in building your foundation." "Yes." "You and Shanhu are so lucky." "It's really luck." "..." "Fellow Daoist Ye, I just came here and want to buy some soul-soothing pills. I wonder if your pavilion has such pills?" The two chatted for a while before Xu Changshou explained his purpose. "Soul-soothing pills..." Ye Xinghe hesitated slightly, then nodded and said, "I have some. How many do you want, Fellow Daoist Xu?" Xu Changshou: "How much is one?" Ye Xinghe smiled and said, "The medicinal materials for refining soul-soothing pills are relatively precious. One pill costs two hundred spirit stones." Xu Changshou smiled and said, "Give me five." Hongyi said that it would take about three soul-soothing pills to break through the evil ghost realm. To be on the safe side, Xu Changshou decided to buy two more. "Fellow Daoist Ye, wait a moment. I'll be back soon." Soon, Ye Xinghe walked out of the living room, and soon came back and put a jade bottle in front of Xu Changshou. "Fellow Daoist Xu, these are five soul-soothing pills. Do you think the quality is satisfactory?" "Not bad?!" Xu Changshou took a look and nodded slightly. The reputation of Wanbao Pavilion is still guaranteed. The pills they refine are no worse than those of Green Immortal Sect. After collecting the pills, Xu Changshou took out a storage bag, sorted out a thousand spirit stones, and handed them to Ye Xinghe.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, I'm sorry to see the effect." Ye Xinghe smiled and glanced at the spirit stone, then put it away. Xu Changshou drank a sip of tea and said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Ye, I want to buy some thousand-year-old spirit wood. Can your pavilion give it to me?" Ye Xinghe frowned and said embarrassedly: "Fellow Daoist Xu, if you want to buy a flying sword forged with thousand-year-old spirit wood, you can ask for any kind, but we don't have this thousand-year-old spirit wood." "Is that so..." Xu Changshou was silent. Of course he could see that Wanbao Pavilion must have thousand-year-old spirit wood. The Ye family's business was so big that it was impossible for them to not have thousand-year-old spirit wood. It's just that they were reluctant to sell it to themselves. Whether it was Wanbao Pavilion, Green Immortal Sect, or Hehuan Sect and other immortal cultivation forces. Things like thousand-year-old spirit wood that could forge flying swords were important strategic materials. All sects had strict control over this kind of material. The price of a thousand-year-old spiritual wood doubles when it is refined into a flying sword. No force would sell such a thing. Xu Changshou thought for a while and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I bought the thousand-year-old spiritual wood not to make a flying sword, but to forge some small gadgets. If there are scraps left over from forging a flying sword, I can also buy some." "You want the scraps of the thousand-year-old spiritual wood?" Ye Xinghe was surprised. "Yes!" Xu Changshou said seriously. Not to mention the scraps, even some sawdust can be used by him. Ye Xinghe stroked his beard and said, "I remember there seems to be some waste of thousand-year-old spiritual wood in the warehouse. Fellow Daoist Xu, wait a moment, I will get it for you." "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ye." "You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Xu, wait a moment." Ye Xinghe left again and returned to the living room after a quarter of an hour. At this time, he was holding a heavy black cloth bag in his hand. "Fellow Daoist Xu, these are all scraps. Do you think they can be used?" "Yes, they can be used!" Xu Changshou took a look at them and was secretly delighted. This bag is full of broken wood and some scraps with tumors and scars. Xu Changshou took a closer look and found many kinds of thousand-year-old spiritual woods. He even saw a thousand-year-old Jianmu. You know, the thousand-year-old Jianmu is considered to be the best among the thousand-year-old spiritual woods. It can be used to make talisman paper for drawing wooden thunder talismans. The wooden thunder talisman can kill a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building in seconds.
It's rare to see a bag of scraps, but there is actually a surprise. Xu Changshou picked up the bag with his hands. This bag of broken wood weighs about twenty pounds.