On the Spirit Refinement Platform, in just a short day, Yan Chutian woke up from his meditative state with his eyes closed.
At the same time he woke up, the record of his first Spirit Refinement Platform on the iron token in his storage space immediately disappeared without a trace.
Compared to the other disciples, Yan Chutian's awakening was extremely short. However, even if someone noticed him, they wouldn't think much of it. They would only think that he couldn't persevere and spent a long time tempering his spirit energy on the Spirit Refinement Platform.
Only Yan Chutian himself knew that it wasn't that he couldn't persevere through the long process of tempering his spirit energy. It was just that the quality of his spirit energy was extremely high.
In just a day's time, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle.
Of course, if he was tempering in the Spirit Refinement Platform on the main peak near the center, he might be able to improve quite a bit.
However, Yan Chutian was also very clear that that was not a place he could set foot in.
Compared to the outer sect, although the inner sect had more rules, they didn't restrict cultivators more. Instead, it made this place closer to the law of the jungle in the Heaven Realm.
In other words, as long as you followed the rules, no one could say anything even if you heavily injured or even killed a disciple of the same faction.
And this Spirit Refinement Platform had such rules. Only disciples with strength could climb up the main peak.
Back to the topic, since this trip to the Spirit Refinement Platform had been completed, Yan Chutian naturally wouldn't stay any longer. According to his original plan, he immediately set off to sell the opportunity to enter the Spirit Arts Pavilion.
The Cloud Sky Faction didn't prohibit such private sales, but private sales could only be done in a specific place, which was the trading market.
There were all kinds of stalls in the trading market, and the owners of these stalls were none other than disciples of the Cloud Sky Faction.
However, even if they were bronze disciples, they would rarely do such a thing, because they felt that doing so would cause them to lose face. Therefore, most of the stall owners here were the lowest level iron disciple. Occasionally, there would be one or two silver disciples.
However, this didn't mean that there wouldn't be silver or even gold disciples here. This was because behind the trading market was the Cloud Sky Faction's Trading Pavilion.
This Trading Pavilion was considered the real trading place by the Bronze Plate disciples and above.
There was no need to guard the inside of the Exchange Pavilion. Anything you put in your stall would be protected by a defensive formation. Not to mention, there was the official sales counter of the Cloud Sky Clan in the depths of the Exchange Pavilion.
These counters were all guarded by elder-level characters.
Even if any disciple ate a bear's heart and leopard's gall, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble in this transaction pavilion.
However, a stall in such a place could not be obtained for free. Only by paying a certain amount of contribution points every month could one occupy it.
This was also the reason why the iron plate disciples would not come here. To an Iron Token Disciple, every single Contribution Point was too precious.
Yan Chutian was only an Iron Disciple, so he chose a rather conspicuous spot in the market outside the Transaction Pavilion and sat down cross-legged.
He didn't need to prepare anything, as he was only selling an opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion.
Therefore, after Yan Chutian wrote down the items for sale on the wooden board, he immediately closed his eyes and rested. Those who needed it would naturally come. Those who didn't would not take a second look no matter how much they shouted.
Although Yan Chutian's arrival was inconspicuous, it still attracted some gazes from nearby. However, these gazes were not because of the items he was selling, but because he was only at the fourth level of Yuanying cultivation.
Not all disciples would pay attention to the movements of the outer sect. However, after thinking about it for a while, they understood that it should be a new disciple.
At this time, it was also time for the outer sect and inner sect to recruit new blood.
However, they didn't expect that the new disciple who entered the Cloud Sky Clan this time would only be at the fourth level of Yuanying cultivation. Could it be that the quality of the outer sect disciples was already so bad?
Immediately after, some of them noticed what Yan Chutian was selling.
However, when they found out, they all secretly scolded Yan Chutian for his stupidity. This was because the opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion was extremely precious, especially to a new disciple like him.
However, he actually directly sold such an opportunity. Could it be that he felt that his Spiritual Arts were so profound that he didn't need the Cloud Sky Clan's Spiritual Arts Pavilion's Spiritual Arts Pavilion anymore?
However, even though they secretly scolded Yan Chutian for his stupidity, many of them walked towards Yan Chutian and asked him about the price.
In response to these inquiries, Yan Chutian said that it was 300 contribution points.
Hearing the price of 300 contribution points, many of the disciples secretly shook their heads. Although the opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion was precious, such an opportunity also had a grade.
For a new disciple like him, the opportunity to enter would definitely be of the lowest grade. However, such an opportunity would cost 300 contribution points, which was equivalent to three months of cultivation resources for an iron token disciple. In the end, it was not worth it.
Thus, many people immediately walked away. Although some people wanted to bargain, without exception, they were all rejected by Yan Chutian.
He believed that there would definitely be people who needed it. Moreover, 300 contribution points was the result of his consideration. This was already the lowest price he had set.
However, after half a day, many people had asked Yan Chutian in front of his stall, but no one actually bought it.
Subsequently, very few people paid attention to him and directly ignored him.
Yan Chutian didn't seem to care about this. He only sat cross-legged behind his stall and closed his eyes to rest.
The yellow heaven does not disappoint those who persevere. Another half a day passed by and Yan Chutian finally felt that there was a pair of eyes that suddenly brightened when looking at him.
Yan Chutian didn't need to think too much to know that the other party had taken a fancy to his opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion.
"You really want to sell the opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion?"
Sure enough, the next moment, the man's voice was filled with surprise. From this, Yan Chutian could tell that he hadn't asked for the price, but for the truth. He had met a buyer who really needed it.
He wouldn't hide anything from such a buyer. He immediately replied, "I have just entered the inner sect. This is also the lowest level opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion."
Yan Chutian's words seemed to be irrelevant, but in reality, they had answered all of his doubts.
Seeing this, the man didn't hesitate and immediately took out his identity card. It was an identity card similar to Yan Chutian's.
This young man's cultivation was only at the seventh level of the Yuanying Realm.
"Haha … I, Zhao Yi, am also interested in this opportunity to enter the Spiritual Arts Pavilion."
However, just as the young man was about to open his mouth to speak, a cold laugh suddenly sounded from behind him.
The two of them looked over, only to see a skinny figure standing behind the two of them.
Hearing the other party's tone, Yan Chutian faintly felt that the other party didn't come with good intentions. Moreover, when it came to doing business, he also followed the principle of first come, first served.
Therefore, Yan Chutian only shook his head at the other party and slowly said, "I have already decided to sell this opportunity to him. There is no second one."
"Oh, are you sure he still wants it?"
Hearing Yan Chutian's words, Zhao Yi smiled strangely. Then, his gaze was fixed on the young man who wanted to buy from Yan Chutian.
Being stared at, the young man's expression suddenly changed. His originally anxious and excited expression quickly turned ugly.
Then, even though he was unwilling, he could only shake his head and say, "I … I'm sorry. I don't want this opportunity."
Hearing his words, even though Yan Chutian felt somewhat resentful towards him for failing to meet his expectations, he couldn't say anything. This Zhao Yi was suppressing people with his power, and the young man was afraid.
It seemed that even the disciples who were promoted from the outer sect were not necessarily good people who were favored by the heavens.
Thinking about it, there were powerful Heaven Realm disciples who entered the inner sect, but there would naturally be rotten sweet potatoes at times.
However, since this young man voluntarily gave up, Yan Chutian naturally wouldn't stop doing business because of this.
He indifferently looked at Zhao Yi and calmly said. "The price is three hundred contribution points."
"Haha … but there are only ten contribution points in my identity badge!"
Zhao Yi strangely said again. This caused Yan Chutian's expression to suddenly turn cold. In his opinion, the other party was also trying to suppress him with his power?
However, he wasn't a soft persimmon that they could casually suppress!
"Since there aren't three hundred contribution points, I won't sell it."
Yan Chutian still said indifferently.
However, hearing Yan Chutian's refusal, Zhao Yi seemed to have already expected it and continued to smile strangely.
"It's fine if you don't want to sell it, but you have to understand that as long as I stand here, you will definitely not be able to sell it!"
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