The Aoyama Sect had a long history and profound resources, so it should have no shortage of magic pills and magic materials. Yet, there was nothing on Shiyue Peak that Zhao Layue needed, because she practiced the Tempered Will of the Sword. Besides, no one had practiced the Nine-Deaths Sword Style except for the Immortal Jingyang, so there was no preparation for it.
Of course, the Aoyama Sect would gather all the resources of the sect to help Zhao Layue look for the sword style for such an important event. However, no one could teach Zhao Layue the Nine-Deaths Sword Style, so she had to comprehend it on her own. It was meaningless to practice hard at such a critical moment. Traveling around the world with the excuse of searching for the sword style might help her break through the state.
After Zhao Layue and Gu Qing left Shenmo Peak, they had a hotpot in Cloudy Town and stayed in Shangzhou for a while. They arrived in Nanhezhou on the same night.
Compared to the trip she and Jing Jiu took many years ago, the trip this time was much faster, and it was much easier to ride the sword. … …
The twilight shone on the gray walls of the Precious-Tree House, reflecting a strange color. There were no pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and it was eerily quiet.
A few Cultivation practitioners stood outside the wall, looking at the manager of the Precious-Tree House with a gloomy expression. "We have agreed to hold the auction tonight; why did you suddenly stop?"
The manager of the Precious-Tree House apologized profusely, saying, "Gifts will be sent to you later. Please forgive us, immortal masters, and we will come back in a few days."
Under normal circumstances, these Cultivation practitioners would take the gifts and leave without further ado, considering the background of the Precious-Tree House. However, they were determined to get a box of Fairy Lotus Pills at the auction this time, and they needed it urgently, so they couldn't just leave.
"Our sect's Elder Jiang is at the critical moment of breaking through the State of Undefeated. How long do you want us to wait?"
A Cultivation practitioner shouted at the manager sternly.
The manager said calmly, "I'm sorry. We have to settle the accounts tonight, and we can't receive any honored guests."
The Cultivation practitioners were quite angry, thinking that the auction they had agreed on beforehand would be canceled for such a trivial matter as settling the accounts.
Suddenly, they felt a little strange. Although the Precious-Tree House had a profound background, it rarely did such unreasonable things. Moreover, the manager's expression was too calm, as if he was sure that no matter how absurd the excuse was, he wouldn't worry about being criticized by the guests.
One of the cultivators thought of a possibility and asked in surprise, "Could it be that an important person has come from the mountain?"
The steward smiled faintly and did not reply.
The cultivators subconsciously raised their heads to look at the top floor of the Precious-Tree House in the sunset, but they were worried that the other party would perceive their gazes and feel disrespectful, so they quickly lowered their heads.
"Then what are we waiting for? Quickly disperse. "
"Manager, please inform me when the Immortal Lotus Pill will be auctioned."
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The Venerables, stewards, and guards of the Precious-Tree House stayed on the lower two floors. The top floor was quiet.
This was the tallest building in Nanhezhou. Standing by the railing, one could overlook the whole of Chaonan City under the setting sun; the scenery was breathtaking.
The owner of the Precious-Tree House wasn't in such a mood today. He didn't dare to look back either. He just stood in front of the door with his back bent, not daring to make any sound.
He was a famous figure in Nanhezhou and even in the whole of Chaotian, but he acted like a servant at the moment.
The door was pushed open. Gu Qing walked out from inside and handed a portrait to the owner, saying, "Let me see if anyone has seen it."
The owner of the Precious-Tree House received the portrait with both hands reverently. Without delay, he trotted downstairs and pushed open the door to the deepest room on the second floor.
The room was spacious. More than twenty old men in green clothing were waiting in it, looking a bit nervous.
These old men were the most experienced Venerables of the Precious-Tree House, and there were a few stewards with good eyesight. Even the Venerables of the branch in Zhaoge City had come back.
The owner of the Precious-Tree House put the portrait on the table and made way for them, saying, "Whoever finds the clue first will be rewarded with a building."
The Venerables all knew that the building mentioned by the owner was not an ordinary residential building in Chaonan City, but a branch of the Precious-Tree House. How much would that building be worth?
Of course, they would try their best to find the clue even if they didn't have the money, because the thing in the portrait was the future of the Precious-Tree House.
The old Venerables gathered around the table and began to study the portrait carefully.
The owner of the Precious-Tree House retreated to the window, feeling stuffy and stuffy, but he didn't dare open the window to get some fresh air. He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat off his forehead, thinking of a way to make up for it if he failed. He had sent too many gold and silver mountains to the Zhao Manor House in Zhaoge City in the last few years, and it wouldn't be a good idea to send more. Should he send them to the Gu Clan? Yet, the Eldest Master had been treated badly in the clan, and it was unknown if he would appreciate it.
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A few years ago, the Peak Master of Bihu went mad and was suppressed by Yuan Qijing. The Precious-Tree House lost its most powerful backer and was on the verge of collapse.
Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stayed at the Precious-Tree House for a while on their first trip to the human world, and they even did this thing.
Using this trivial relationship, the owner of the Precious-Tree House forced his way into the Zhao Manor House in Zhaoge City.
In the years that followed, the Precious-Tree House dedicated themselves to the Zhao Mansion, and their unremitting efforts were finally recognized by Shenmo Peak. Since then, the Precious-Tree House had been responsible for providing all the needs of the Shenmo Peak. Of course, they had paid a huge price, but they had also kept some of the more important shares. It could be said that they had escaped the disaster.
In the past few years, Shenmo Peak had been sealed again. Whenever there was a need, it was Gu Qing who requested it through the clan.
A few days ago, the Precious-Tree House received a letter from the Gu Clan, saying that the Peak Lord would personally come here to look for something.
Although the owner was shocked, he naturally attached great importance to this matter. If this matter wasn't handled properly, would the Precious-Tree House still be able to continue operating?
"It should be Three-Leaf Grass. Immortal Master might have remembered it wrongly."
A white-haired old consecrator flipped through a yellowed book in his hand and said with certainty, "It's recorded in the Southern Heaven Medicine Trove."
"How can you believe the things recorded in those worthless wild herbs?"
Another consecrator said, "How many treasures have we handled over the years? Look at all the people in the building. Who has seen it before? No one has even heard of it! "
Listening to these quarrels, the owner of the Precious-Tree House looked a bit gloomy. He walked to the table and looked at the painting, saying, "It doesn't look special. Why don't I have any impression of it?"
The painting was of a stalk of grass with three leaves. It was green and tender like a piece of jade.
The consecrator said with a bitter face, "It's because it looks too ordinary that it's hard to tell. It can't really be a Three-Leaf Grass."
The owner of the Precious-Tree House said seriously, "I don't care what it is. I have to find it no matter what. Otherwise, even if I can survive, I want to die."
Hearing this, the quarrels immediately stopped. The consecrators began to flip through the ancient books again, or frowned and thought hard, trying to find clues.
The room became very quiet. Only the sound of turning pages could be heard.
Time passed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, a surprised voice suddenly rang out.
A deacon came to the table with a book in his hand. He directly opened one of the pages and said, "It's recorded in the Miscellaneous Examination of Youyang!"
Hearing the name of the book, everyone's expression changed slightly. They didn't have much confidence.
There were too many supernatural things in the Miscellaneous Examination of Youyang. It was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Moreover, the text was rough and the description was boring. Few people would read it carefully.
Dozens of eyes fell on that page.
It was recorded very clearly in the book that a few hundred years ago, a strange grass had appeared by the shore of the Great Marsh. It had three leaves, and there was nothing special about it. However, its green color was eye-catching, and even the cold wind and raging fire could not change it. This wild grass was judged by the doctor monk of the Guocheng Temple to be an extremely rare magic grass of the Fairy Realm and was named the Three-Purities Grass. It attracted countless sects and rogue cultivators to fight for it.
The reason why no one in the Cultivation World remembered this matter was that no tragedy of fighting for the treasure took place afterward, and also because the people present were asked not to disclose this matter. Who would have thought that it would be recorded by the scholars in the mortal world?
"It's quite similar."
The owner of the Precious-Tree House said thoughtfully.
The other consecrators also nodded.
The Miscellaneous Examination of Youyang was not credible. The text was rough, but the description of this matter was very true.
Who could make such a precious magic grass disappear just like that? And no sect dared to mention it? In the whole of the Southern Continent, only the Aoyama Sect could do this.
Who could make the Aoyama Sect put so much effort just for a magic grass? In the whole of the nine peaks, only the Immortal Jingyang could do this.
Of course, the Immortal Jingyang practiced the Nine-Deaths Sword Style. He needed it when he broke through the Free Travel state.
A consecrator thought of something and asked confusedly, "Before the Immortal Jingyang entered the Free Travel state, he was so dignified in the nine peaks of Aoyama?"
The owner of the Precious-Tree House knew a lot of secrets of Aoyama. He said, "Of course."
"That's good." A consecrator said with lingering fear, "As long as we are sure that it really exists, we can find it."
The owner of the Precious-Tree House said, "Stop everything and try our best to find this Three-Purities Grass."
For an auction house of this scale and dozens of branches on the whole continent, how much loss would it cause if they stopped for one day?
But both the owner and the consecrators were calm, thinking that it was a matter of course.
But there was a problem.
Someone said worriedly, "If the Three-Purities Grass is really so precious, even if we find it, we can't compete with those sects."
The owner of the Precious-Tree House scolded, "Idiot! When we find out where it is, the mountain will ask for it. It's not our turn. The nine peaks of Aoyama now owe Master Jing a big favor. Who dares to refuse Master Zhao's request? The point is … we have to find clues. Money is not a problem. Do you hear me? "
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In the attic, the twilight was over, and the luminous pearl was emitting a faint light.
There was a box on the table in front of Zhao Layue, which was also emitting a faint light. It should be some kind of tactical formation that sealed the spirit inside.
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