Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: No Talking in the Shopping Street

The Dao Sect’s Immortal Artifact Appreciation Conference is a renowned event in Kyushu, held once every century. Any cultivator is welcome to participate. For the powers that possess immortal artifacts, it’s a rare opportunity for exchange, though it’s called an appreciation event, in reality, a battle of magical arts using their artifacts.

For other cultivators, it’s a chance to witness the battles, buy and sell treasures, and display them. Various chambers of commerce are also eager to participate, establishing temporary branches within the Dao Sect to sell and auction treasures, preparing for a major event.

With the Dao Sect’s endorsement, no one dares to use their cultivation level to force prices or commit murder and loot after the auction.

Over eighty years have passed since the last Immortal Artifact Appreciation Conference, and this time, due to the Yin-Yang Heavenly Seal’s self-refining transformation, the Dao Sect convened the conference ahead of schedule.

“Are you going to the commercial street?” Jiang Li asked after leaving Fengji Cave.

“Huh?” Saint Jingxin wasn’t expecting Jiang Li to ask such a question. She actually wanted to go shopping, not necessarily to buy anything, but to definitely browse.

But with the experience of Fei Zhou in mind, and considering Jiang Li’s personality, if she mentioned she was going to the shopping street, he might respond with, “You go ahead and shop, I’m leaving first.

” So, against her will, she said, “No, what’s the point of the shopping street?

I’m not going.” “Oh, then you go ahead and shop.” With that, Jiang Li walked off, leaving the Pure Heart Saintess with a disheveled look in the wind. The

Pure Heart Saintess stamped her foot in anger, but gritted her teeth and followed him.

Just as Jiang Li had previously decided, he was attending the conference just to have a break, so he had no particular purpose other than wandering around and visiting friends.

“Well, don’t you think the shopping street is boring?” Jiang Li was walking alone when the Pure Heart Saintess quickly caught up with him.

“Hey, this flower is so beautiful.” Unable to answer Jiang Li’s question, the Pure Heart Saintess turned and squatted on the ground, pretending to be captivated by the flowers and plants sold at the stalls.

And the flower was truly beautiful. From petals to stem, it was snow-white, a thin layer of frost condensing on the petals. In the sunlight, the frost shone faintly with a rainbow of colors.

“Fairy, you have good eyes! I finally found this Ice Crystal Flower after a month of searching in the frigid land. It’s very beneficial for those with Ice Spiritual Roots, giving them a chance to sense the profound cold!” The vendor eagerly promoted the Ice Crystal Flower. Ice Spiritual Roots are a mutated single spiritual root, rare among cultivators. He, frustrated by his inability to sell his Ice Crystal Flower, decided to try his luck at the Immortal Artifact Appreciation Conference.

He assumed the Pure Heart Saint was a cultivator with Ice Spiritual Roots.

After asking the price, she bought it without bargaining.

As a Wood Spiritual Root, the Ice Crystal Flower had no effect on her, but that didn’t matter; it just looked

good. The wealthy Pure Heart Saint bought whatever she saw, regardless of authenticity or efficacy, her only criterion: beauty.

Her charm and wealth quickly attracted attention.

Jiang Li wore a mask, but no one paid him any attention; the mask was his true self.

The Jiang Renhuang mask, beloved by children, cost one low-grade spirit stone.

“What a beautiful woman! Bring her here for me. I want her to be my eighth prince’s consort!” the Wei Emperor’s youngest son commanded his subordinates. Hesitantly

, the subordinates tried to dissuade him, saying, “Before leaving, the

imperial concubine instructed you not to cause trouble in the Dao Sect.” The Wei Emperor, still consumed by the grief of never seeing the Fairy Hongchen again, had no interest in state affairs or the conference, so he sent his youngest son to attend the Dao Sect conference in his place.

The youngest son glared, frightening his subordinates into silence. Everyone knew that Jiang Li, relying on the Emperor’s favor, had run rampant in the Wei Empire, bullying men and women and treating them with extreme cruelty. Given a choice, they wouldn’t have wanted to serve under the young prince.

“We’ve received a report that you’re causing trouble here. Come with us!” Two Dao Sect disciples approached the youngest son with impassive expressions. When he didn’t budge, they threatened to attack.

“How dare you! I’m the prince of Great Wei!”

The Wei Emperor’s youngest son was furious. The six major sects held the same status as the nine dynasties, and he, a prince, was equivalent to a core disciple of Dao Zong. How dare Dao Zong treat him like this!

The two core disciples of Dao Zong curled their lips. “Dare to cause trouble around Emperor Jiang Ren? Not only are you a prince, but even your father wouldn’t be able to stop you. “

The subordinates offered a token resistance, then watched helplessly as the prince was led away by Dao Zong. “

As a Spiritualization Stage cultivator, it’s normal for me

to be defeated by Dao Zong, a Yuanying Stage cultivator.” “What did I do to deserve this? You’re taking me away!” Seeing that his subordinates ignored him and Dao Zong wasn’t afraid of him, he flew into a rage. “I haven’t even done anything wrong!

” “No talking in the shopping street!”

The Wei Emperor’s youngest son stared at the bustling street in disbelief. What a perfunctory excuse!

You say I can accept my left foot stepping into the shopping street, but no, this is unacceptable!”

The core disciples of Dao Zong didn’t care what he thought and simply dragged him away.

From Jiang Li’s perspective, the shopping street offered plenty of bargains to be found. Peerless sword techniques were engraved on grass leaves, a dew-receiving disk was actually the key to a secret realm, a demon beast’s leg bone contained a drop of true blood from a Fusion Stage demon beast…

If Jiang Li wanted to find a bargain, he could find ninety-nine percent of the good things in the shopping street.

However, these things were useless to him, so it was better to leave them to the younger generation.

Jiang Li saw an auction advertisement, which announced what would be sold and even mysteriously promised a grand prize. He went in to take a look.

“A top-grade spiritual treasure, the Demon-Slaying Flying Sword, will increase its power against demons by thirty percent. Starting bid: 500 low-grade spirit stones!”

“Five hundred and twelve!”

“One thousand and twenty-four!”

“Two thousand and forty-eight!”

“Four thousand and ninety-six!”

Jiang Li’s first shout triggered exponential bidding, making the auctioneer’s face twitch.

In his thirty years in the industry, he had never seen anyone bid like that. Couldn’t they just bid in round numbers?

Even more interesting was that the demons were the most interested in the flying sword, having raised the price themselves, and ultimately, a demon from the demon clan purchased it.

“Why is that?” Saint Jingxin couldn’t understand. She had assumed the humans surrounding the Bai Ze Dynasty were interested in the flying sword, given their constant threat of demonic beast attacks.

“If the power over the demon race increases, wouldn’t it be easier to defeat their own kind? The demon race all thinks this way.” Jiang Li explained helplessly, “Defeating their own kind, the law of the jungle, the strong prevailing, bloodlines prevailing, anyway, there’s no unity and progress.”

Then came the top-grade longevity pills, dragon and tiger strength pills, Yuheng bronze mirrors, Buddhist beads, etc., which were enthusiastically sought after by the monks below the stage.

However, for Jiang Li and the Pure Heart Saint, these were just ordinary things, and they wouldn’t be of any use to them even if they were given them for free.

The last mysterious treasure was a Taoist artifact, a hammer containing the Dao of Dreams, which could knock people unconscious and put them into a dream.

Jiang Li thought about it for a long time but couldn’t figure out what this hammer could do.

(End of this chapter)