Ten days later, Confused Chong Ridge.
A brilliant flying shuttle flew across the sky and landed on the ground outside the Insect Ridge.
Zhang Zheng came out of the shuttle, waved his sleeves to put the shuttle back into the storage bag, and looked at the misty insect ridge in front of him.
As its name suggests, the Mysterious Insect Ridge has been shrouded in miasma all year round. If a mortal enters it by mistake, he will inhale the miasma and die without taking a breath. Even low-level monks will be troubled by it and lose their way.
In addition, the Mysterious Insect Ridge is full of poisonous insects, snakes and ants. These are extraordinary poisons. Every creature that can survive in the Insect Ridge is a powerful monster and has long been trained to be invulnerable to the miasma in the mountain.
But it is precisely for this reason that the bodies of monsters in this world are used to make elixirs and medicines, which often have miraculous effects.
Therefore, there are many monks who come here specifically to kill monsters. Such a large flow of people has even given rise to the lively development of Waifang City in Chongling.
Zhang Zheng fell into the vicinity of Fang City. With her foundation-building level of cultivation, she could not avoid the miasma invading the Insect Ridge. Although it was not a direct threat to her life, once she got lost in the Insect Ridge, the danger could not be underestimated.
Many low-level monks come here to gain experience. The city has specially prepared the Miasma Pill for low-level monks like her. Taking one pill can guarantee that the miasma will not enter the body for ten days.
Zhang Zheng just wanted to buy this miasma-repelling pill.
Although the Mysterious Insect Ridge is under the jurisdiction of the Wanxuan Sect, it is on the edge of the Nine Layers and close to the Huayue area, so there are no Wanxuan Sect disciples stationed there, and only patrol teams are occasionally sent here to inspect.
The market here was also built by individual cultivators themselves, because the crowds coming and going were too large, and the Wanxuan Sect was poorly controlled, so there was a mixture of fish and dragons inside, making it a rare place of chaos.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhang Zheng had already changed into regular clothes, put away all the signs with Wanxuanmen's mark on his body, and pretended to be a casual cultivator.
As soon as he stepped into Fangshi, Zhang Zheng was surprised by the layout in front of him.
There are no uniform buildings. All buildings have their own styles and characteristics. They are located in this area in a disorderly manner. Stalls of various sizes can be seen everywhere.
The first impression makes people feel that it is very chaotic and bad, but after a closer look, there is an inexplicable free charm, unrestrained and wanton arrogance.
"Hey, little girl, did you come by yourself?"
The three monks dressed as gangsters took one look at Zhang Zheng, who had just arrived, and while teasing her, they quietly surrounded her.
This was the first time that Zhang Zheng saw someone openly and openly daring to kill people and buy goods. The most surprising thing was that he was the one who was being killed and used goods.
She took a look at the three people around her. They were all in the early stage of foundation building and were on par with her. They did have the strength to rob her.
"Three fellow Taoists are surrounding you. Doesn't it seem very polite?"
Hearing this, one of the men with sharp eyebrows clapped his hand with a strong sword and said with an evil smile: "Be smart and hand over the things, and I will let you go."
"Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. If you don't like it, my third brother won't mind having fun with you."
The other two people laughed in agreement and looked at him lustfully.
Zhang Zheng was not interested in getting into trouble with them, and he just thought they were a bit novel.
At first glance, these three people were habitual criminals who robbed homes and homes, with ferocious murderous intentions in their expressions.
A head-on confrontation would most likely result in both parties losing, which would be of no use to her mission.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng silently ran the "Light Spirit Jue". In the blink of an eye, his figure had easily passed through the three people surrounding him and disappeared into the crowd of people coming and going in the market.
This is the foundation of the sect. As long as you have spiritual stones and merit points, you can exchange them for various high-level skills and spells, which most low-level casual cultivators will never be able to obtain in their entire life.
The three of them didn't expect that this female nun was so good at running away, so they came to nothing.
There was a mixed crowd in the market, and they didn't dare to arrest anyone in a big way, so they glanced viciously at the direction where Zhang Zheng disappeared and spat unluckily.
After getting rid of the three people, Zhang Zheng quickly stopped in front of a street stall.
She picked up a bottle of Miasma Relief Pill and said, "Fellow Taoist, could I please ask, how many spiritual stones does this Miasma Relief Pill cost?"
The owner of the stall was an extremely young boy, about twelve or thirteen years old. He was dressed in a large black robe and a half-mask that looked like a ghost, with the upper half of his face invisible.
Unexpectedly, the young man's voice was extremely hoarse, as harsh as a knife scraping glass, and like the whistling sound of a broken bellows. Anyway, it was so unpleasant that people couldn't help but frown when they heard it.
"A bottle worth a thousand pieces of low-grade spiritual stone."
Zhang Zheng had no reaction to his voice. He only stared at the elixir bottle with wide eyes and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, "You only have five pills in this bottle, so it's so expensive? But what's so special about it?"
It was obvious that she had just seen other stalls on the road with only five spiritual stones and one pill.
Without even raising his head, the young man reached out and snatched the elixir from her hand, and said in a gloomy voice: "There's nothing special about it. If you don't buy it, just leave."
You have a bad temper. Are you so bad when selling things now?
Zhang Zheng was stunned for a while. Although he felt that the young man in front of him looked a little pitiful, when he thought of the spiritual stones in his storage bag, he really couldn't bear to part with him.
Why is this young man asking for such an exorbitant price? Two hundred yuan for a low-grade spiritual stone.
Forget it, just buy it from another stall.
Zhang Zheng's departure did not attract any attention from the young boy. He was still curled up and sitting behind the stall as before, his whole person exuding a gloomy aura.
"Little brother, how do you sell this elixir?"
A gentle and watery voice sounded.
The young man still replied in a broken voice: "A thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
The voice didn't hesitate at all, and ordered to the maid beside him: "Lu Ya, give this little brother ten middle-grade spiritual stones."
Ten middle-grade spiritual stones!
The total amount of this young man's stalls are not worth a thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
Although Lu Ya felt that her young lady was acting strange today, she still obeyed the order and took ten middle-grade spiritual stones and handed them to the young man.
She was wondering not because of these ten spiritual stones, but why her young lady suddenly took such care of a young man she had never met before?
After all, it was only ten pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones, which was not enough for their meal.
Maybe this is because of being wealthy, and truly treating money like dirt...
Anyway, Zhang Zheng would never be able to do this.
The young man stared at the ten shining middle-grade spiritual stones in his hand, and his mind was shaken violently.
Suddenly, a slender hand with skin as soft as gel reached out to his eyes. Inexplicably, as if being pulled by some strange force, he raised his head and looked at the owner of the hand.
The woman was born delicate and beautiful, her black and white eyes were so gentle that they seemed to be able to drip water at any time, her pink lips were closed, and her voice was graceful.
"Little brother, are you alone here?"
Her eyes stared at his face covered by the evil ghost mask, gentle and sad, "I once had a brother as old as you, but...hey...if you are willing, can you call me Ajie, and I will take care of you."
You go home."
Somehow, the young man looked at her sad expression and the white palm in front of him, and as if he was bewitched, he held it with his thin, scarred hand.
"A...sister..."
Holding that touch of warmth and softness, the young man's heart suddenly felt sour. She was the first person to notice him without hating his voice.
If Zhang Zheng was still here and heard the boy's heartbeat, she would definitely feel heartbroken, not for anything else but because she was the first person who didn't hate his voice.
She obviously noticed him, and she didn't hate him either, but her pocket was relatively clean and she couldn't afford the elixir, let alone spend so much money on him.

Chapter completed!