Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2493 - 916: Troubled Times, Harvesting Soul Essence (Part 3
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Does it operate without set prices?
Luo Chen considered briefly, "So, what's the typical method of exchange here?"
"Through massive quantities of Ascendant Grade Spirit Stones, or by swapping goods!" the elder explained.
Luo Chen gave a nod, "Well then, I've got a valuable treasure I'd like to sell off. Not sure if it'll pique your interest."
A look of intrigue appeared on the elder's face, as he pondered just what sort of treasure deserved the label of valuable.
"Let's discuss this in a more private space!"
Luo Chen scanned the crowded stores around them and stated evenly.
The elder agreed without hesitation, guiding Luo Chen right away to a secluded chamber.
Roughly half a day passed before Luo Chen exited the store, his expression revealing no trace of joy or regret.
Yet the elder grinned from ear to ear.
For their establishment was about to gain a fresh prized possession.
"True Devices!"
He hadn't anticipated Luo Chen's such lavish offer, actually putting forth a True Device for exchange.
Even though this True Device carried heavy corruption from an enigmatic force, which severely weakened its spiritual essence.
Still, with enough patience, investing around a decade to slowly purge the Power of Filth, it could recover a portion of its original power.
The newly hired treasure evaluator was now fiddling with the Flying Sword out of fascination.
"It looks like the Power of Filth from Ming Shui?"
The elder jolted in surprise, then remembered the incident involving the Dark Abyss Sect.
"Might that fellow have just returned from scavenging treasures in the Nether Abyss?"
His guess hit the mark.
The flawed True Device that Luo Chen had just traded away was truly something he'd stumbled upon by chance during his journey through the Nether Abyss.
Not merely one, but a handful.
Most belonged to the Magic Treasure Tier, with merely two or three being damaged True Devices.
The Xuan Turtle, noticing his habit of collecting such finds, had deliberately steered him toward spots likely hiding more of these relics.
Without Luo Chen's emphasis on swift passage, he could have collected even more.
These artifacts held no value for Luo Chen.
Even passing them to his followers would demand immense work to purify the Ming Shui contamination and carefully reforge them.
Better to trade them for things he actually required.
"The quantity of Soul Essence falls a little short, and the whole bargaining is overly complicated."
In his mind, Luo Chen turned toward those hidden nooks he recalled within Lingtian Pass.
These major stores came with far too many rules.
Not nearly as straightforward as dealings in the black market.
While black market swaps carried their own dangers, Luo Chen's power let him dismiss them entirely.
"The technique for crafting Soul Essence originally leaked from these shadowy markets. Now's the moment to harvest the benefits, so better to begin where it all started."
"Plus, their intel stays fresher; I can ask around about what's happening in Luotian Domain."
...
As Luo Chen navigated Lingtian Pass, collecting supplies and fishing for updates.
Off the shores of East Sun Domain, the ancient Demon Mirror suspended for millennia projected a far-off image.
A massive vessel, resembling a Sword Halberd Whale, cut through gales and swells, racing toward land.
The silhouettes aboard remained blurry, flags whipping in the breeze.
Right as it neared the shoreline, a young woman dashed to a hall marked [Kunxiao].
"Senior sister, we're approaching the Eastern Wasteland!"
The grand doors swung open with a thunderous sound, and an elegant form emerged unhurriedly.
A flowing gown of moon-white Lingluo silk, etched with cloud motifs, silver filaments weaving subtle orchid designs that shifted like drifting vapors.
Her raven locks formed a lofty cloud bun, pinned with delicate ornaments that danced with her movements.
A trio of pearl-studded hairpins graced her temples, while a pale blue leaf motif adorned her brow, lending her complexion a glow purer than fresh snow.
Unlike the typical refined noblewomen, Fu Qinglan now exuded an elevated, distant grace beyond reach.
She eyed the nearing Eastern Desolate Continent, then directed her serene, fall-like gaze back across the endless ocean.
"Shi Ju should be close too, but he can't beat me here."