Early the next morning, Lei Wenyu sent a flying boat to leave the Taoist temple.

After passing through the vast sandy sea that was more than a hundred kilometers wide, he once again saw the county town occupying an entire oasis.

It was September, and the large areas of farmland outside the county town had been dyed golden. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a giant golden carpet.

In the barren "Yellow Sand Realm", this scene always makes people feel unconsciously happy.

Lei Wen knew in his heart that the reason why farmland existed was just the result of the support of monks.

He has lived in the "Yellow Sand Realm" for more than three months. He has heard many messages. The five energy in this small world are unbalanced, and the two energy of the earth spirit and fire spirit, which have an absolute advantage, have eroded the land day and night.

Erosion will only bring one result - desertification.

If there is no external force to curb the land in this world, the land in this world will be swallowed by the desert, the lakes and the ocean will all dry up, and the spiritual energy will eventually collapse and the world will disappear. In the terms of monks, it is described - the great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

This is a real disaster.

By then, the "Yellow Sand Realm" will not become a lifeless "death Realm", but will be gradually swallowed up by the "chaotic energy" and will eventually no longer exist.

Therefore, in order to preserve this small world, the monks in the big world did something amazing.

"Prayer Hall!"

Lei Wen's eyes were set on a stone palace in the northeast corner of the county town.

The hall is more than 50 meters high, and there are a circle of stone pillars standing around it. Each stone pillar is extremely thick, and five strong men are difficult to embrace. It is more than 70 meters high and is amazing.

Mortals only think that the palace and the stone pillar are majestic, but he vaguely sensed that it seemed to be the spiritual energy from another world, surging in the palace and the stone pillars, and blending with this world.

Lei Wen couldn't help but recall the old voice of Master Zhou.

"Fortunately, the 'Prayer Hall' constantly transmits the water and wood spirits of the world, so the 'Yellow Sand Realm' can barely maintain the circulation of the five energy... Do you know why Shachen County is located in the desert but still retains farmland and is not swallowed by the yellow sand?

"There is a small spiritual vein underground in Shachen County. It is the same as the water spirit and wood spirit transmitted by the "Praying Spirit Hall" and the two energys of the wood spirit are mutually external and internal, so that the water spirit produces water and wood spirit produces wood, maintaining the lifeline of mortals in the county.

"However, no one knows how long the cross-border spirit transmission method can last. Maybe ten thousand years later, the younger generation will still see Shachen County. Maybe in a thousand years, the "Yellow Sand Realm" will turn into powder..."

These words made Lei Wen understand why Master Zhou and Ying had the opportunity to stay in a big world with abundant spiritual energy or other small worlds with good conditions, but eventually they resolutely returned to their barren hometown.

"I still pity the water in my hometown, and I send my boats thousands of miles away! The monks who go against the sky also have a sense of family and country!"

Lei Wen sighed and flew straight to Xiancheng on the west side of the county town.

The structure of Xianshi is similar to the "fang" in ancient Chinese cities. One fang means an independent area. Only monks, Taoist and Miaozi, and mortals who have obtained special permission are allowed to enter. The rest are not allowed to enter.

According to regulations, the sky above Xiancheng belongs to one of the non-flying areas in the county city. No monk is allowed to fly over the air. Lei Wen flies outside the entrance and then controls the flying boat to land and walks in honestly.

There are two main gates at the entrance. A plaque hung directly above one, with the words "Xianmen" written on it, and the other door written on it, "Fanmen", which is obviously smaller than the former.

There was a long line in front of the gate, with a team of mortal warriors guarding each mortal, carefully checking each mortal.

The immortal gate was completely open and unattended, so the monks were allowed to enter and exit. Only when a pair of metal rings on the gate flashed through the inspiration from time to time, this was obviously some kind of magic weapon to test spiritual energy.

All of this clearly shows that there is a difference between immortals and mortals.

"Welcome to the elders of the Immortal!" The warrior guarding the mortal gate saluted Lei Wen respectfully.

Lei Wen's face was covered with black veil, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he strode into the immortal gate.

This place is attacked by wind and sand all year round, and sand is everywhere in the air. There are many monks covered in black veil. For Lei Wen, who is determined to be low-key, this is a great thing that he can't get.

Within the entire county town, Xianshi is one of the very few areas with the best environment.

The houses here are in good condition, with no dilapidated buildings, the roads are flat and wide, and ordinary people can clean the sand and dust that falls with the wind at any time, and ensure that the streets are clean at all times.

Lei Wen took a walk around and found that there are two business models in Xianshi.

One is a fixed store, mainly run by merchants, and the other is a market stall, which can be rented anytime, and the latter is significantly more popular.

Lei Wen knew at a glance that this must be because the store was too dark and most monks were short of money and were more willing to choose a low-priced market.

"I have only 14 medium-grade pills. The major stores are strong and have no shortage of medium-grade pills. The other party is likely to look down on them and will inevitably suppress the price. If you take out the top-grade pills, you may be targeted.

"Thirty-six strategies are the best, it is better to sell the middle-grade pill directly to the monks, so that they will not give the middlemen the opportunity to make a difference!"

As soon as he thought of this, Lei Wen immediately made a decision - to go to the stall.

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A quarter of an hour later, a new stall appeared in a corner of the bustling market.

A young monk with a black veil covered with mouth and nose, his eyes were closed, and he sat cross-legged. A piece of white paper was placed on the stall, with a letter: 14 medium-grade Qi Gathering Pills, and a price of 73 Xianling Coins at a time!

This person is Lei Wen.

Several monks who came from the wind gathered in front of the stall and whispered.

"Tsk tsk, count each medium-grade elixir 5 fairy coins and 20 spirit crystal coins, and other stalls have up to 5 fairy coins and 15 spirit crystal coins. This price is a bit high..."

"There are few middle-grade elixirs in the market, and they are bought every time they appear. If you think it is expensive, you can not buy it..."

"There is also a reason why it is expensive. There is no second stall in the market that can take out 14 medium-grade pills..."

"Satisfied, if you are in a shop where people eat and don't spit out bones, 14 pieces require at least 78 fairy coins, or even 80 fairy coins..."

This sounds strange, but the logic of the world of immortal cultivation is that the larger the amount of elixir, the more the price, the slightly higher the market price.

This is completely contrary to industrial society. The larger the quantity of industrial commodities, the higher the cost allocation, and of course the lower the price.

However, elixirs are scarce resources and there is no cost sharing. If it takes one hour to refine a furnace of elixirs, then ten furnaces of elixirs will take at least eleven hours, because the alchemist is not a robot and needs rest time.

In this case, monopolizing the supply of goods will inevitably have to pay a certain premium.

Of course, the premium is not too much, it is only slightly higher than the market price.

Not long after, Raven's stall became one of the focus of the market.

"How about this fellow Taoist, 3 medium-grade elixir 15 fairy spirit coins and 30 spirit crystal coins?" A monk tentatively gave the price.

"Sorry, I won't sell it alone!" Lei Wen opened his eyes and pointed to the "small price" on the white paper.

"5 medium-grade pills 25 fairy spirit coins 50 spirit crystal coins!" The second offer came soon.

"Sorry!" Lei Wen shook his head.

"6 pieces..."

"Feel sorry!"

After rejecting it several times in a row, Lei Wen couldn't help but sigh, there are so many proletariats in the world of immortal cultivation!

After the highest price was "10 52 Fairy Coins", the scene became colder and most of the onlookers dispersed.

Lei Wen closed his eyes again and continued to meditate and regulate his breathing.

At this time, a hoarse male voice and a soft female voice rang one after another.

"I want all the middle-grade pills!"
Chapter completed!