Huang Xishan clearly recognized this array.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, what item do you want in exchange for this array?" he asked directly.
Lin Zixiao smiled faintly, "Anything of equivalent value or Spirit Stones will do."
"A set of Middle-Grade Profound Yin Mother and Child Blades, would you consider this for exchange?" Having said this, Huang Xishan patted his storage pouch and took out seven flying blades that glimmered with a pale red glow, clearly appearing to be of exceptional quality.
A complete set of Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifacts?
What kind of array is this, enough to be exchanged with a set of Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifacts?
The other cultivators grew increasingly intrigued as they watched.
Finally.
Master Yann could no longer restrain himself and took the lead in asking, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what kind of array do you have in your possession, and what is its function? Please tell us more."
"This is the Yin Yang Inversion Illusion Array, a set of Middle-Grade Compound Array. It is an Illusion Array on the outside, and conceals a Killing Array inside. It’s a relatively niche array and almost unique in the market." Lin Zixiao briefly introduced, and a strong desire arose in everyone’s eyes.
It turned out to be a Compound Array.
Qin Ming was also greatly interested, but he truly couldn’t find anything in his storage pouch worth exchanging.
"May I ask Fellow Daoist Lin, how much is this array worth in Spirit Stones?" Qin Ming asked bluntly.
Lin Zixiao replied calmly, "It requires at least eight hundred Spirit Stones."
Qin Ming glanced at Huang Xishan’s set of Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifacts, which must also be quite valuable.
"I offer twelve hundred Spirit Stones."
While Qin Ming was considering, the Fengg Brothers spoke up again, making Huang Xishan’s expression turn uglier.
"I offer thirteen hundred Spirit Stones."
Master Yann also joined in the bidding.
For a time, this Yin Yang Inversion Illusion Array became the coveted desire of all present.
The exchange meeting turned into an auction.
"Apart from this set of Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifacts, I’ll add five hundred Spirit Stones." Huang Xishan seemed determined to obtain this array.
He raised the price to the point of overvaluation.
After all, it’s just a Middle-Grade array; further bidding would exceed two thousand Spirit Stones.
Everyone exchanged glances and fell into silence.
No further bids were made.
Lin Zixiao was beaming with satisfaction, seemingly delighted by such a scene.
Just when everyone thought this array would belong to the High-Grade Refiner Huang Xishan.
A faint voice was heard.
"I offer two thousand Spirit Stones."
All turned to look at the bid, surprisingly made by the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer Spirit Farmer, Fellow Daoist Qin.
He had been sitting there quietly all along, without a word, yet his bid instantly outstripped all others.
This price was enough to buy a regular High-Grade array.
But Qin Ming had thought it through seriously.
This array was of great use to him; if he arranged in it the Thorn Technique using the Withered Blood Poison Vine Spirit Seed,
it would be comparable to a Triple Compound Array.
The array’s power would greatly enhance again, rivaling even High-Grade arrays.
This was why he was willing to bid high.
With his finalizing bid,
no one else continued to bid.
Everyone was astonished, not expecting this seemingly ordinary Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer Spirit Plant Master to be so wealthy.
Ultimately, Lin Zixiao’s Middle-Grade Yin Yang Inversion Illusion Array was acquired by Qin Ming.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, it’s your turn."
Qin Ming smiled, took out a bag of Spirit Rice from his storage pouch, and said, "Here are fifty pounds of Beast Fang Rice, exchangeable for equivalent Spirit Stones and items."
Though the price of Spirit Rice had dropped, rare Spirit Rice like Beast Fang Rice was still highly sought after.
"Oh! It turns out to be Beast Fang Rice. Fellow Daoist Qin indeed is a Middle-Grade Spirit Plant Master; even such rare Spirit Rice is available." Master Yann exclaimed with surprise, "I can offer a hundred Spirit Stones."
"I offer one hundred and forty Spirit Stones."
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Afterward.
The exchange meeting concluded.
Everyone returned to their homes.
Qin Ming also considered it a fruitful experience.
In the days following, Qin Ming began to cultivate diligently, rarely appearing in Qingyang Market.
...
Time swiftly passed.
Another year went by.
Qin Ming spent his time alternating between tedious cultivation and farming.
The surrounding area of Qingyang Market had also somewhat stabilized. Over the past year, Golden Cloud Valley and the Spirit Feather Sect had launched a massive crackdown on the bandits, causing significant repercussions for the local Tribulation Cultivators.
No one dared to commit crimes during such times.
The Golden Spirit Rice in Qin Ming’s Spirit Field had already seen two harvests.
Besides gaining a [Weak Dharma Power] entry, and a [Quality Enhancement] entry from the first harvest,
from the second and third seasons of Golden Spirit Rice, Qin Ming also obtained three [Ripening] entries and two [Weak Dharma Power] entries.
Currently, the entries left in Qin Ming’s Sea of Consciousness are:
[Ripening] X5
[Regenerative Spirit Seed] X2
[Quality Enhancement] X1
[Weak Dharma Power] X3
Under Qin Ming’s diligent care, three acres of Beast Fang Rice had all transformed into Top-Grade Beast Fang Rice, interlaced with red and white.
Their value was immeasurable.
Even the usually unperturbed Steward Gue personally came to Qin Ming’s Spirit Field to inspect the Spirit Rice, lavishing him with praise.
Du Haifu, grinning broadly, chimed in:
"Fellow Daoist Qin, the Beast Fang Rice you’ve grown is of the Top-Grade quality. Even the Spirit Plant Elder of the sect has taken notice."
"The sect has decided to waive an additional ten percent of your Spirit Rice tax. Henceforth, Fellow Daoist Qin only needs to pay thirty-five percent tax on your Spirit Rice."
Steward Gue, usually strict and serious, managed to squeeze out a faint smile, saying, "Little Qin, could you part with some of the remaining Top-Grade Beast Fang Rice and sell it to this old man? I’m willing to buy at market price."
"I, I would also like to buy some, Fellow Daoist Qin, if you could spare it," Du Haifu quickly added.
Qin Ming replied awkwardly, "I’ve already signed an agreement with Pavilion Master Guu of the Juxuan Pavilion. If there’s any leftover, I can sell some of it."
Hearing it involved a transaction with Pavilion Master Guu, they reluctantly gave up.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, I also want to congratulate you. The High-Grade Demon Flame Grass and Top-Grade Spirit Plant Seven-leaf Yellow Ling in your two acres of medicine fields have all matured. The steward responsible for documenting has already reported it. Fellow Daoist Qin is now just one step away from becoming a High-Grade Spirit Plant Master!"
"I heard this time it will be the elders from the Inner Sect conducting the assessment."
Du Haifu beamed with compliments.
Qin Ming becoming a High-Grade Spirit Plant Master was almost a certainty.
His status would surely rise from now on.
Even Steward Gue might have to speak to him as equals.
Because of this, even with an intense desire for the Top-Grade Beast Fang Rice, Steward Gue and Du Haifu dared not exploit Qin Ming any further.
The sect had tasked them with persuading Qin Ming to plant more Beast Fang Rice in the future.
"Come, Fellow Daoist Qin, you rest. I’ll handle this hard work." Just as Qin Ming was about to harvest three acres of Beast Fang Rice, Du Haifu snatched the Spiritual Scythe from his hand and eagerly began harvesting.
A little over half a day later.
Du Haifu was perspiring heavily.
The spiritual stalks of Top-Grade Beast Fang Rice were incredibly tough, requiring some Mana to harvest.
He finished harvesting all the Beast Fang Rice.
Next came the weighing.
Du Haifu wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheerfully took out the Great Dipper Spiritual Artifact to weigh them.
"In total, twelve stone and eighty pounds of Top-Grade Beast Fang Rice were harvested."
"Thirty-five percent of the Spirit Rice tax needs to be paid, which is four hundred and forty-eight pounds!"
After paying the Spirit Rice tax, Qin Ming still had a hefty eight hundred and thirty-two pounds of Top-Grade Beast Fang Rice left!
Qin Ming secretly thought, if Guu Qingzhao knew, he’d probably jump for joy.
After Steward Gue and Du Haifu left with the Spirit Feather Sect personnel,
Qin Ming sent a Communication Talisman to Su Yuqing, asking him to harvest the Spirit Grass.
Three incense sticks later.
Su Yuqing arrived late.
"Brother Su, why did you take so long today?"
Su Yuqing smiled, "Oh, I was just packing up a few things."
Hearing this, Qin Ming furrowed his brows and asked, "Brother Su, are you really planning to leave the Yunze Wilderness?"
"Yes, that’s right. Actually, I was waiting for your Spirit Grass to mature. Otherwise, I would have left a while ago," Su Yuqing paused, nodded, and said.
Hearing this, Qin Ming said no more.
Su Yuqing walked to the Spirit Medicine Field, and upon seeing the scene before him, displayed a look of great surprise. He harvested all the Spirit Grass and handed a sprig of Demon Flame Grass and a Seven-pointed Leaf Yellow Ling to Qin Ming, "This is your share."
Qin Ming accepted the Spirit Grass and placed them neatly into two jade boxes.
"Brother Qin, there’s no banquet that doesn’t eventually disperse. Let’s part ways here, but I believe we’ll meet again someday. I’m not going back to the shantytown; I’ll be leaving through the Teleportation Array in Qingyang Market soon."
Su Yuqing glanced at Qin Ming and said with a smile.
"Haha! But before I leave, you have to fulfill the promise you made to me earlier."
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