Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 106 - 106 77 Special Spirit Bird Eggs_3

106: 77 Special Spirit Bird Eggs_3 106: 77 Special Spirit Bird Eggs_3 Shen Long said.

“Thank you, Master Uncle Yu, thank you, Master Uncle Yu.”

Chen Liang repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

Shen Long gave a few instructions and left the rice shop, strolling down the street.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Shen Long left the marketplace.

In the backyard of Chen’s Rice Shop, Chen Liang was enveloped in a soundproof barrier and held in his hand a messaging plate that flickered with golden light.

“Daoist Friend Zhao, someone from above has already made contact with me, a cultivator by the surname Yu from the Foundation Establishment stage; he’s been in the marketplace for half a year, asking me to keep an eye out for news of strange bugs, alien beasts, and fierce spirit birds with powerful bloodlines.

I gave him a thousand spirit stones,” Chen Liang said.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect had destroyed the intelligence network of the Spirit Control Sect and captured many cultivators.

Chen Liang had privately met with a certain spy, who defected to the enemy, aiding the Hundred Ghosts Sect in entrapping Chen Liang.

Unable to withstand severe torture, Chen Liang turned traitor.

By the time Chen Liang defected, his immediate superior had long since stepped down.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect allowed Chen Liang to continue running the rice shop, waiting for the contact to appear.

He waited for several years, and finally, Shen Long came along.

After Shen Long left the rice shop for a while, Chen Liang immediately reported him.

If he couldn’t catch the contact person, Chen Liang would be deemed worthless, and to save his own life, he had to betray Shen Long.

“He’s been in the marketplace for half a year?

You didn’t give yourself away, right?

Like tampering with the storage bag and spirit stones?” a gloomy male voice sounded.

“No, how would I dare to do such a thing?

I only did it to gain his trust; that’s why I sent him a sum of wealth,” Chen Liang said.

“That’s good to know.

If he contacts you again, report it immediately after, and try to weed out his whereabouts or his cover identity.

The intelligence network has been destroyed, so he wouldn’t be foolish enough to show his true face,” the man instructed.

“Yes, Daoist Friend Zhao, Master Uncle Yu has been in the marketplace for half a year, and this can be a clue to trace,” Chen Liang suggested.

“Hmph, are you teaching me how to do my job?

Is it half a year just because he says so?

Maybe he just arrived or has been here for years.

After the network was destroyed once, he wouldn’t be careless; just manage the rice shop well.

If there’s a new order, I will contact you,” the man instructed.

Chen Liang shivered and nodded: “Understood.”

He put away the messaging plate and sighed deeply.

There’s no turning back after the arrow is shot; he had no way out now.

Only by capturing Shen Long could he survive.

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In an underground cave a hundred miles from the marketplace, Shen Long sat cross-legged on the ground with a pile of spirit stones in front of him and a cyan storage bag tossed to the side.

He checked over and over again to make sure the spirit stones had not been tampered with.

Better safe than sorry; with the Spirit Control Sect’s intelligence network destroyed by the Hundred Ghosts Sect, Shen Long could not afford to be careless.

Chen Qingqing had arranged for him five Qi Refinement subordinates, but Shen Long had only found three spies; the whereabouts of the two others were unknown.

He didn’t plan to contact the third spy immediately, deciding to wait a while longer.

Shen Long packed up the spirit stones from the ground, dug a pit, and buried the storage bag.

According to Chen Qingqing, there were many methods of tracking.

The common approach was to leave a special mark on the target.

Another was to tamper with objects, such as infusing some sensing material into a magic artifact, which was undetectable at all.

Then there was painting with a special liquid that cultivators couldn’t smell at all, but some spirit insects and spirit beasts could.

Shen Long changed his appearance and returned to the Profound Yin Marketplace.

Even if he appeared in front of Chen Liang, Chen Liang would not recognize him; his current identity was Shen Zhu.

Shen Long arrived at Azure Stone Plaza, where vendors set up their stalls, and looked around.

He suddenly sped up his pace and approached a small stall.

The vendor was a yellow-skirted young woman in her early twenties, with delicate features and a beauty mark between her eyebrows.

The yellow-skirted young woman had a beginner’s level of Foundation Establishment Cultivation, and her stall displayed various items: ores, spiritual medicines, spirit wood, and more.

“What’s recorded in this jade slip?” Shen Long pointed at a few jade slips and asked.

“Second-grade pill formulas.

If you’re interested, I can sell them to you for a bit cheaper.

Just to be upfront, I’ve sold them to multiple Daoist friends; they’re not exclusive,” the young woman said.

“Are they all second-grade pill formulas?” Shen Long asked.

“Only two types, the Heyuan Pill and the Yellow Apricot Pill.

I bought them to learn alchemy but couldn’t become an alchemist, so they all ended up stuck with me.

You can take a look, Daoist friend, although the jade slips only contain part of the pill formulas,” the young woman explained.

Shen Long picked up a cyan jade slip, immersed his divine sense into it, and quickly withdrew it.

Then he picked up a yellow jade slip and did the same.

“How can you prove there’s nothing wrong with the pill formulas?” Shen Long asked.

Some people specialized in fakes, with seven parts true to three parts false, making it difficult to distinguish.

“I can’t prove it.

I never do such dishonest things.

If the Daoist friend doesn’t trust it, feel free not to buy it.

If you do, it’s 4,000 spirit stones,” the yellow-skirted young woman said.

A second-grade elixir could cost tens of spirit stones, and a second-grade pill formula could cost 2,000 spirit stones.

Of course, the Spirit Control Sect had pill formulas, but Shen Long did not have enough Kind Attribute to exchange for a second-grade pill formula.

“4,000 spirit stones!” Shen Long frowned.

If the pill formula was legitimate, he was willing to spend 4,000 spirit stones.

“Daoist Friend Shen, are you planning to buy pill formulas from Fairy Yu?” a familiar male voice rang out.

Lin Guang came over.

The yellow-skirted young woman looked at Lin Guang, somewhat surprised: “Daoist Friend Lin, do you know each other?”

Lin Guang smiled and nodded: “Yes, Daoist Friend Shen is an alchemist.”

“An alchemist!” The surprise flashed in the young woman’s eyes, and she spoke courteously: “My name is Yu Susu.

Since you’re a friend of Daoist Friend Lin, I’ll sell it to you for cheaper, 3,500 spirit stones, and I assure you there’s been no falsification.”