I dismissed it indifferently, saying it lightly.
As a result, all nine people present looked at me in surprise.
Yun Hu even choked on his wine, almost spitting it onto the table.
He twisted his head and coughed for a while.
Sun Yi's face was filled with horror:
"Damn, Brother Qin, is that really you?"
Yun Long was also excited:
"Amazing, Brother Qin. I know that blonde guy. He was drunk last night after dinner.
He cursed a lot of people with a wine bottle, and even touched some female fellow Daoists.
If it weren't for him being invited by a high-ranking official as a friend from the Western Realm, many fellow Daoists would have made a move.
I really didn't expect you to have dealt with him in the end."
Zheng Yue and Nan Yang also looked at me with surprise, but said nothing more.
Qiu Xi mocked me from the side:
"Qin Ze, you really know how to stir up trouble.
Early this morning, I heard that that Russian fellow was throwing a fit."
I acted nonchalant, raising my wine cup and saying:
"Who cares, it's done. Come, everyone, let's have a toast."
Everyone raised their cups and drank with me again.
The atmosphere at our table was good, filled with laughter and conversation.
Other fellow Daoists also came to toast us.
But most of them wanted to get acquainted with Nan Yang, Zheng Yue, and Xia Qiu Xi.
We didn't drink too much, though, because after the meal, there would be a trade exchange meeting.
Everyone had their own goals.
So after eating most of our meal, we all left the restaurant together and headed towards the location of the trade exchange in the back mountain.
The trade exchange was held in a corridor along the cliff in the back mountain.
There were no restrictions; everyone could trade items here.
As long as they fancied something, they could offer a price that the other party recognized and exchange it.
We thought we were considered early arrivals.
However, when we arrived, we found that many people had already gathered there.
The long corridor walkway was full of people.
Some people were loudly hawking:
"A section of lightning-struck wood, for a pound of ghost medicine, do any fellow Daoists have it?"
"Golden Light Treasure Mirror, for two ghost pills."
"Step right up, step right up, Nine-Character Profound Mark Dagger."
"Black Medicine Golden Pill, can temporarily boost vitality, does any fellow Daoist want it!"
"..."
It was like a market fair, with shouts of sales rising and falling.
Upon arrival, Nan Yang and Sun Yi said their goodbyes first:
"Everyone, we'll take our leave first!"
Everyone nodded, and then Nan Yang and Sun Yi headed straight for the Golden Light Treasure Mirror.
Song Yan and Zheng Yue also said goodbye and went towards the Nine-Character Profound Mark Dagger.
Yun Long and Yun Hu also waved goodbye, and the two left one after another.
The remaining ones were the four of us.
Old Mo was wholeheartedly seeking lightning techniques, so he wasn't interested in any of these items.
Chen Yao, Qiu Xi, and I had no specific goals, so we followed Old Mo, hoping to help him find a lightning technique.
For this trade exchange, Old Mo had also brought out his uncle's entire collection.
Most of them were ghost pills and demon pearls that his uncle had collected and stored in his shop over the years.
He even had his uncle's permission.
If the other party truly had a lightning technique, Old Mo could also exchange it for his own practiced lightning techniques, including the incantations and rune drawings for the First, Second, and Third Lightning Palms.
We walked forward a few steps and saw a group of people surrounding a stall.
The stall owner was a man in his thirties, holding a section of lightning-struck wood.
It was about the length of chopsticks and very thin.
It was even smaller than the lightning-struck wood dagger we had given Xia Qiu Xi yesterday.
It was probably only about three to five years old.
Even though it was so small and of such short duration,
it attracted a lot of attention, as this item was too rare.
However, this person was asking for ghost medicine.
It was the same ghost medicine I had traded eggs for in the dilapidated temple, a black, segmented thing.
It resembled grass roots, and was something that ghosts chewed and condensed into.
It had a strong yin and cold aura and could be used in medicine.
It could treat some special ailments.
But asking for a pound was indeed a bit too high a price.
We all had lightning-struck wood weapons, so we only glanced at it a few times and then moved to other stalls.
At the stalls, there were various magical artifacts, as well as raw materials.
Herbs, pills, and even cultivation techniques and secret arts.
The exchange prices also varied greatly.
After browsing a large circle, we couldn't find anything we wanted.
It was only then that I suddenly noticed a small stall nearby.
The stall was quite large, displaying various items.
From small pill furnaces to peach wood swords, Bagua mirrors, and so on.
Even among them, there were several yellowed old books.
On the cover of one of them, the words "Yu Lei Jue" were written.
There were also three incomplete display pages beside it...
Seeing this, I quickly grabbed Old Mo's arm:
"Old Mo, Old Mo."
Old Mo looked at me, and I gave him a meaningful look.
Old Mo also saw the "Yu Lei Jue" and then examined the fragmented pages in detail, confirming its authenticity.
Finally, his eyes widened:
"No mistake, this should be a genuine lightning technique!"
I nodded:
"Let's go take a look."
Old Mo couldn't suppress his excitement and squeezed through the crowd.
Sitting cross-legged in front of the stall was a small old man, quite thin.
He was squinting his eyes, and unlike others, he wasn't shouting about buying or selling.
Before we could get close, two disciples from Longhu Mountain were already squatting down, one of them pointing at the lightning technique and saying:
"Senior, how can this lightning technique be exchanged?"
The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, directly asking:
"Can you cultivate it?"
The Longhu Mountain disciple was stunned, then frowned slightly:
"Senior, although I cannot cultivate it, can I exchange it for my collection?"
The old Daoist retorted rudely:
"Collection, my ass! Get lost!"