1067 Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow, Nine-Death Insects in Flames (2)
The Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow was a treasure that could be used to refine numinous treasures and even immortal treasures.

Such a valuable item only needed to be nurtured in the flames of the earth, gradually gathering firepower, and when forging treasures, it could be blended in to enhance the spirituality of the treasure.

“Purple Sandalwood Stone Marrow?” Han Muye’s gaze fell upon the intertwining purple halo of the stone marrow.

If this item were to be purchased by a strong individual from Sanhuo City, would it be sent into the flames of the earth?

“I want this stone marrow,” Zhao Chen said loudly.

The surrounding cultivators who were watching immediately stepped back, making way for him and Han Muye.

Hearing Zhao Chen’s shout, a green-robed cultivator standing by the wooden platform smiled with joy and quickly approached.

However, just as he moved, another voice sounded beside him, “Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow, this item is useful to this old man.”

Everyone turned to look. A white-haired old man in a gray robe with swirling smoke and fire aura approached briskly.

Zhao Chen frowned.

“It’s Master Zheng Yi, the great alchemist of the Wutai Furnace.”

“Master Zheng rarely comes to trade, so the item he’s interested in must be extraordinary.”

Those who recognized the old man spoke softly.

Those who controlled the Great Melting Furnace in Sanhuo City were all well-off in terms of spiritual rocks, and their cultivation level was at least at the seventh or eighth level of the Heaven Realm Nascent Soul realm.

The green-robed cultivator who was originally approaching Zhao Chen’s side paused, a smile on his face, glancing at both sides, but remained silent.

This kind of situation was common among business cultivators.

The highest bidder would win.

“It’s Senior Zheng, I presume,” Zhao Chen clasped his hands together and shifted his gaze to the stone marrow on the platform. “Are you interested in this stone marrow, Senior?”

Zheng Yi, dressed in a gray robe, remained unchanged in expression and nodded, “Recently, I have refined a batch of Hundred Spirit Gold, and this stone marrow happens to be a perfect match for forging a treasure, the Hundred Spirit Sword.”

Refining weapons.
The alchemists in Sanhuo City rarely practiced alchemy because the local flames were not suitable for it.

But that doesn’t mean these alchemists didn’t know how to practice alchemy.

Melting ores, where else can you earn such great profits from refining treasures?

When they heard Zheng Yi say he wanted to refine a magical treasure, many people around them had a sparkle in their eyes.

Most of the people who came here were businessmen. If they could get their hands on a magical sword, they could make a good profit by selling it.

“Senior Zheng, I can give up this stone marrow, but—” Zhao Chen smiled and looked at Zheng Yi across from him.

When he heard Zhao Chen say he could give up the stone marrow, Zheng Yi laughed and said, “I understand what Young Master Zhao means. Once I forge the Hundred Spirit Sword, it will be given priority to the Jujin Trading Company.

Priority.

Just having that priority was already enough.

Zhao Chen’s intention to buy the stone marrow was also to make a profit. If he could exchange it for a magical sword, it wouldn’t be considered a loss.

The two of them reached an agreement, and everyone was happy.

The green-robed cultivator handed the stone marrow and handed it to Zheng Yi, who reached out to take it and then handed over a storage bag.

After the green-robed cultivator inspected it, he raised his hand, enveloping the storage bag in divine light, and swiftly exchanged the spiritual rocks inside it before returning the bag.

Due to the stable space in the Immortal World, storage equipment was quite valuable.

After Han Muye stepped into the Immortal World, the storage bags on his body had been reinforced. Otherwise, they would have shattered long ago.

He studied the Dao of Space and was quite comfortable with this matter.

After Zheng Yi took the stone marrow and left, the onlookers around the wooden platform dispersed.

Zhao Chen, Han Muye, and their companions turned around and walked a few steps when someone chased after them from behind.

“Fellow Daoist, are you interested in the Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow?” The green-robed cultivator who had just sold the Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow to Zheng Yi approached and clasped his hands together. He looked at Zhao Chen and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Chen glanced at Han Muye and then replied, “Naturally, such a treasure is of interest.”

The green-robed cultivator was overjoyed. He looked around and lowered his voice. “Fellow Daoist, please follow me.”

He turned and led the way ahead, with Zhao Chen and Han Muye following behind. Old Chu and the others quietly followed as well.

After a moment, they passed through the central square and arrived at a three-story attic.

They walked straight up to the attic, where a young man in his thirties dressed in a gray robe was waiting.

“Young Master Zhao of the Jujin Trading Company?” The young man cupped his hands and glanced at Han Muye and Zhao Chen. Then he chuckled and said, “Zuo Baichuan of the Wanshen Trading Company.”

Zhao Chen’s body trembled. He looked up and said in a low voice, “There’s nothing I can do?”

The young man laughed heartily. “That’s the love among peers.”

A blush appeared on Zhao Chen’s face as he clasped his hands and said, “Zhao Chen greets Brother Zuo.”

He turned his head and said, “Brother Han, this person in front of us is one of the two young masters of the Wan Shen Trading Company, a major business spanning three states, Zuo Baichou.”

After a pause, he said softly, “There’s a rumor among our trading companies that the two young masters of the Wanshen Trading Company, Chen Yichou and Zuo Baichou, have never missed out on any benefits.”

Doing business without letting any opportunity slip through their fingers. How could others compete?

Regardless of whether they were at their wits’ end or were struggling to survive, these were not good words.

It was no wonder that Zhao Chen Zhao Chen blushed earlier. It was embarrassing to have someone say that in front of you.

“This is my brother Han, an elite disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.”

Zhao Chen paused and said loudly, “I’ll be right there.”

Right there?

Not yet, then?

Zuo Baichou looked at Han Muye, scanning him, but couldn’t find anything unusual.

The more it was like this, the more seriously he had to treat him.

Zhao Chen, the young master of the Jujin Trading Company, was not an ordinary person. He could address someone who wasn’t even an elite disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect as his brother, indicating that this person was truly extraordinary.

“Brother Han, Brother Zhao.” Zuo Baichou raised his hand to gesture for the two of them to sit down. Then he said softly, “I still have some Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow in my hand. I wonder if the two of you are interested?”