The First Piece
This was a small town called Tuku City. It looked very old. Grandpa introduced the place to them. It was the same as the place they lived in. It was very remote and there were not many people.
Sure enough, after entering, the pedestrians on both sides of the street were sparse. Looking at the somewhat dilapidated shop, not many people entered.
Meng Zikun, on the other hand, led his granddaughter into two random shops to take a look. It was very dark in the shop. After entering for a while, he could get used to the light in the shop. The three of them casually walked around and found nothing strange.
Many of the things in the shop were dusty. The boss did not have the intention to come forward to greet them. He was busy or idle.
The two granddaughters widened their eyes and looked around curiously. They were disappointed after a while. They didn't go to this street anymore. After asking where there was a clean and cheap inn, they went back to the hotel. The few of them quickly found the inn and settled down before resting!
The next morning, the three of them got up very early. After breakfast, Meng Zikun continued to bring his granddaughter out for a stroll. This time, they asked the inn's staff to take a look at the busiest street in the town.
When they arrived at the busiest street in the town, they were greatly disappointed. It was not much different from yesterday's situation, just that there were slightly more people. Although the Meng Clan was located in a remote area, it was still an old clan that had been around for more than a thousand years. The clan had quite a lot of savings.
Moreover, every generation of clan leader had to travel the continent. He would also bring back some resources to replenish his collection. Besides, they didn't live there before. Where they lived now, the things left behind by their ancestor hadn't been spent.
Therefore, they were not interested in selling the items for mortals and cultivation in this town. Any one of their family's collections could buy half of such a small town.
Meng Zikun was obviously not interested in this place either. He had been here before, and this was the only route they had to take to get to the sect. However, he couldn't tell his granddaughter that there was nothing interesting here. He even reminded her not to underestimate this place.
Perhaps there would be treasures here. Mortals and cultivators were mixed together. It was possible that there were mortals who did not recognize treasures and had something that belonged to cultivators. That would depend on their luck and insight.
After hearing their grandfather's words, the two children perked up. After strolling through the shops, she went to the roadside stalls. They didn't find anything interesting, but Mist bought some shiny and beautiful useless jewelry.
Dream did not buy anything. Seeing that the sun was setting and it was about to turn dark, they walked around for the whole day. Meng Zikun was about to bring his two granddaughters back to the inn when suddenly, the jade token in his Dream Dantian began to burn.
Dream was stunned! What was going on? After Meng Zhi paused for a moment, he sensed that the jade token was very eager to get something.
She followed the feeling in her sea of consciousness and walked towards a stall in a remote place. The stall owner was a woman with a cold personality. There was spiritual energy fluctuation on her body, but it was very weak. This was a cultivator who was about to draw qi into his body.
There were a few small items on the ground in front of her. It was a short sword that was not sharpened. It was a small gourd with a lid. A few pieces of talisman paper were made very crudely. He didn't know if they could be used.
There was also a small piece of jade that did not look good in color or quality. It could barely be considered jade, and it was very small. However, it was this tiny bit of jade that triggered the jade token in Zhi Meng's dantian.
She usually looked very mature, but when she did things, she was obviously lacking. She squatted down and picked up the small piece of jade. She asked the stall owner,"How much is this?"
"Two low-grade spirit stones!" The female cultivator clearly felt that these people were cultivators, so she did not ask for gold and silver. Dream did not bargain and was about to pay the spirit stones.
Meng Zikun, who was beside her, stopped her hand from reaching for the spiritual stones and said to the stall owner,""One!"
The female cultivator didn't say much. She glanced at Meng Zikun and nodded. She had never thought that she would be able to sell two low-grade spirit stones. Selling one low-grade spirit stone was already an unexpected gain.
Dream then took out a low-grade spirit stone and handed it to the stall. After taking the jade, she asked casually," Where did you get this? Do you still have it?”
The female xiu shook her head. She didn't remember where she got it either. It had always been among her miscellaneous things. Occasionally, he would take it out to dry, but no one had ever asked about the price.
Dream could only helplessly put away the things. The expression on the female cultivator's face was obvious that she could not remember or did not know where she got them from.
After buying this item, Dream obviously wanted to return to the inn. Meng Zikun had no intention of asking her why she had bought such an inconspicuous item. He brought his two granddaughters back to the inn.
Zhi Meng hurriedly finished her dinner and said," I'm going back to practice!”He entered the room. After Meng Zikun finished his meal, he pulled Zhilan into his room and told her for a while about the things that she should pay attention to when the Green Lotus Sect opened its sect and accepted disciples. Only then did he let Zhilan go back.
Zhi Lan quietly entered the room and saw that Zhi Meng was still meditating. She sat cross-legged on her bed and began to cultivate.
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