Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 120 Qingzhu Peak Refining Hall

Wang Qiye was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep, perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, so he picked up his identity jade pendant and flipped through it casually.

Oh my god, there are more than 500 group messages. These people are really idle.

Hey, there is actually a message from Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing left a message: "Junior Brother Wang, do you want to get familiar with the inner sect environment? I can show you around."

Wang Qiye sighed in his heart and smiled bitterly. If he hadn't met Zi Linglan and Yan Mengwan, the two foundation-building flowers, he might have really agreed. Wang Qiye, who had been spoiled by Zi Linglan and Yan Mengwan, to be honest, looked down on Mu Wanqing and refused immediately.

Wang Qiye left a message: "Thank you, Senior Sister Mu. I have already visited all the inner gates."

I wasn't in the mood to read the messages at the moment, so Wang Qiye sent two more sentences.

Wang Qiye left a message: "How do you use your magic weapons?"

I haven't sold my stuff yet, so selling them for spirit stones is the real thing. Thinking back to what I did last time, although I sold out in three days, they were basically clearance sales, so there was nothing worth taking.

Ling Mufeng left a message: "Five days later, there will be a Six Arts Competition at Qinglian Peak. You can set up a stall."

"Oh, how could I have forgotten this? When I first participated in the Six Arts Competition, I wanted to set up a stall, but I never realized it. Now I finally have the chance, haha——"

And for something like Pig Large Intestine, a Foundation Establishment expert who has just gone to kill a monster must also prepare a spare magic weapon in case of an emergency. A second-level magic weapon is too luxurious as a spare, and a first-level magic weapon is definitely enough, so the sales will come.

In the past, the foundation-building cultivators who might have been busy on missions outside would probably come out to purchase on the day of the Six Arts Competition, so a lot of magical instruments would surely be sold in these ten days.

It depends on how many magical instruments can be sold in the Six Arts Competition. Then we can put the remaining instruments on the vending machines and sell them.

Ling Mufeng left a message: "Brother Wang, are you really going to give up the ring competition in three months?"

Wang Qiye left a message: "Yes, just admit defeat."

Ling Mufeng left a message: "Brother Wang, I don't think we need to be afraid of the fifth-level foundation building master. If it doesn't work, I will go to fight him then."

Wang Qiye left a message: "Thank you, Brother Ling. There's really nothing going on between me and that woman. There's no need to force myself."

Ling Mufeng left a message: "Okay, Brother Wang, I'll listen to you. We'll go through the formalities when the time comes. By the way, do you want to set up your booth with us?"

Wang Qiye left a message: "No, I don't have much stuff, just find a place to put it."

Oh no, if I put myself together with you guys, I'll be exposed. I absolutely can't do that.

Ling Mufeng left a message: "Well, Brother Wang, if you change your mind, feel free to leave us a message and we will give that young master from Qingyun Peak a beating together."

Wang Qiye just shook his head as he watched. This White Wolf was really just watching the fun and was only thinking about helping Wang Qiye win the match.

Now that the big issue had been resolved, Wang Qiye directly withdrew his spiritual consciousness and took off his identity jade pendant.

He thought about his next itinerary in his mind, two books on formations, three second-level attack weapons, and two second-level defense weapons.

That’s basically all there is to say. As I was thinking about it, I fell into a deep sleep.

Noon the next day

Qingzhu Peak, Equipment Refining Hall.

The sun is shining, the weather is gentle and the sky is clear without a single cloud. It seems that it will not rain today, so it is a good day for traveling.

Why did he come after lunch? It must be that the 45 packets of body-building medicine residue were not fake medicine. After such a course of treatment, Wang Qiye was out of breath even when walking. Apart from basking in the sun in the martial arts field, what else can you expect him to do?

"This senior brother wants to buy something."

The receptionist in blue shirt, who was dozing at the door, immediately stood up when he saw someone coming in.

"Three second-level sword magic weapons, and two second-level defense magic weapons."

The receptionist in green robe who had just stood up lost his balance and fell back into his seat. The other receptionists also widened their eyes and looked at the short-haired Taoist in green robe.

"How many did you say?"

"Three second-level sword magic weapons, and two second-level defense magic weapons."

Wang Qiye repeated it again, his voice a little louder than before due to his admiration for the new magic weapon.

"Brother, you are joking, right?"

The receptionist in green looked Wang Qiye up and down, a little bit unable to believe it for a moment.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you going to sell it or not?"

Wang Qiye snorted and exhaled two puffs of white air, already a little impatient.

"For sale, please go to the second floor, Senior Brother."

Seeing that the distinguished guest was angry, the Taoist in green clothes panicked for a moment. No matter whether it was true or not, he just invited the guest to come in. If he could earn a commission, he would earn it. If he couldn't, he would take it.

Qingshan Xiaodao trotted along the way, smiling, leading the way. This was a big deal. If the deal was successful, he would get a prize of 5 spirit stones.

The other receptionists all looked at him with envy, secretly sighing at his bad luck. The monthly salary for a receptionist was only one spirit stone, but at least there was a commission as a supplement.

If a customer buys a first-level magic weapon, he can get 0.5 spiritual stones. If a customer buys a second-level magic weapon, he can get 2 spiritual stone. If a customer buys a third-level magic weapon, he can get 1 spiritual stones.

Therefore, being the receptionist in each hall is the most lucrative job. The work is not tiring and there is no need to be exposed to the wind and sun. If you meet a customer who buys a 5th-tier magic weapon, you can become rich overnight. It is something you dare not even think about.

"Brother Wang, please take a seat. I will go and ask Steward Qin and Steward Han to come over."

The receptionist in green led Wang Qiye to a private room on the second floor, which looked luxuriously decorated.

"Ah."

Wang Qiye sat down calmly and watched the receptionist in green shirt leave in a hurry.

"Brother, please watch the tea."

A receptionist in blue pushed the door open and served a cup of tea.

Wang Qiye, who was looking around the room, was immediately attracted by the aroma of tea. Before the tea was even served, the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"This tea must be expensive. It would be a waste if you don't drink it."

Wang Qiye picked it up carefully, opened it just a crack, and took a sip gently. A rich tea aroma rushed into his chest, making him feel as if he was in the wilderness.

The receptionist in green shirt saw this, then left with satisfaction and closed the door again.

"My name is Qin Muyu, and I am the sword manager of the Weapon Refining Hall. Nice to meet you, Junior Brother."

"My name is Han Junsi, and I am the defensive magic weapon manager of this weapon refining hall. Nice to meet you, Junior Brother."

The door opened and two middle-aged monks in green robes came in together. They saluted and looked at the distinguished guest.

"Wang Qiye meets Senior Brother Qin and Senior Brother Han."

I just felt that the aura of these two cultivators was as deep as the sea, and as heavy as a mountain when they were close. I was afraid that it was not something that could be explained by the cultivation of the foundation-building period. Could it be the Jindan senior? I didn't dare to neglect it and quickly stood up to return the greeting.

"Brother, please take a seat. Everyone who comes here is a guest. We dare not force anyone to buy or sell here. Don't be restrained."

Qin Muyu made a joke, which immediately eased the atmosphere and made Wang Qiye feel a lot more relaxed.

"That's right. Since we are open for business, it's no different from other places. Don't worry about our Jindan status. We are just a few years ahead of you. If you are not satisfied with our proposal, you can get someone else to serve you."

Han Junsi also spoke in a casual manner with a kind face, and he admired this young junior very much.

Who knows, this guy is probably the second-generation rich kid from some family. If he serves well this time and leaves a good impression, he might get the next order. This kind of person likes to buy defensive magic tools for female cultivators to please them.

"Two stewards, please serve the tea."

Just as Qin Muyu and Han Junsi sat down and thought about it in their minds, a receptionist in blue clothes brought them two cups of tea.

The two of them were in no hurry to move. They kept sizing up the young man while drinking their favorite Lingxi Mist Tea.

"Junior Brother Wang wants to buy three swords and magical instruments?"

In the end, Qin Muyu lost his temper and spoke first.

"That's right. Please have a look, Senior Brother Qin."

Wang Qiye took off the Wentian from his back and held it in his hand.

"This is my sword, weighing 113 pounds. I have both wood and water spiritual roots, and am currently at the third level of foundation building. After building the foundation, I feel that this sword has become lighter. I always feel awkward when using it, and I no longer feel free to use it as I please."

Wang Qiye looked lonely. He held Wentian's hand, feeling somewhat reluctant. If there was really no other way, he would definitely not want to replace this Wentian.

"Let me see."

Wang Qiye then let go of his hand, and Wentian flew into Qin Muyu's hand like an arrow.

Qin Muyu first weighed it in his hand and was not in a hurry to draw out the Wentian. He looked at the sword and the scabbard carefully twice, and turned it around in his hand twice. Then he grabbed the handle with one hand and the scabbard with the other hand and slowly pulled it out.

"Good knife!"

A sharp cold light shone on the three people in the private room, and their eyes lit up.