Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 297 - 210 Zhou Yuliang_1

Chapter 297: 210 Zhou Yuliang_1

Returning to his dwelling, Shen Long entered a secret chamber.

He took out a green gourd, removed the stopper, and a beam of green light shot out, revealing a cluster of green flames. The green flames writhed and transformed into a green firebird, palm-sized, emitting a terrifying high temperature.

As soon as the green firebird appeared, it flapped its wings and pounced toward Shen Long.

Shen Long opened his mouth and a ball of red flame flew out, the Red Lotus True Flame.

The Red Lotus True Flame surged and transformed into a mini flood dragon of crimson color. The mini dragon opened its gaping maw and lunged at the green firebird.

The green firebird and the mini fire dragon tangled and fought. Shen Long lent a hand, and before long, the mini fire dragon had devoured the green firebird.

To his knowledge, spiritual flames could devour each other, but to elevate the grade of the Red Lotus True Flame, it needed to devour higher-grade spiritual fires.

Shen Long put away the Red Lotus True Flame and sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing.

The night passed by swiftly, and early the next morning, Shen Long got up early. Ice Silkworm True Person had already left the residence, and Shen Long began to stroll through the streets.

There were many pedestrians on the street, among them numerous Core Formation Cultivators.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Shen Long arrived at the majestic entrance of a palace. The plaque read "Tiandan Palace" in large characters.

The Medicine King Conference featured alchemy contests requiring registration, participant-provided materials, and rewards for the top ten.

Shen Long stepped inside; the grand hall was spacious and bright, furnished with a green jade table where a man of average build in yellow robes sat behind the table, on top of which lay some booklets.

Shen Long approached and said, "I have come to register for the alchemy contest at the Medicine King Conference."

The man in yellow robes asked for Shen Long’s name and handed him a green jade token with "One Hundred Thirty-five" written in large characters, adding, "Senior, this is your contestant’s token. Please keep it safe. When the Medicine King Conference is held, you’ll participate by presenting this token for the public alchemy contest."

Shen Long nodded, pocketed the jade token, and turned to walk outside.

Ye Hongyao came in from the opposite direction. Upon seeing Shen Long, she looked surprised and said with a smile, "Taoist Friend Shen, it’s been a long time."

"Fairy Ye, you will also participate in the alchemy contest, won’t you?" Shen Long inquired with a smile.

Ye Hongyao nodded and replied, "Of course. Tonight, at 7PM, I will be hosting a gathering at the Peony Garden. The attendees will all be third-rank alchemists. If you are free, you are welcome to join us."

Shen Long nodded. "Good, I’ll definitely be there."

They chatted briefly before Shen Long took his leave.

He started wandering through the streets again, looking around.

He visited several Spirit Medicine Shops, inquiring about miracle elixirs for enhancing divine souls but found none for sale; such miracle elixirs were not available to the public.

Half an hour later, Shen Long arrived at Azure Stone Plaza where vendors had set up their stalls, and he began to browse.

He had already found out that during the Medicine King Conference, setting up a stall in this place required no fees.

His gaze swept over the items at the stalls, most of which were uninteresting to him.

As he passed by a small stall, his two red spirit beast bags at his waist jostled. Shen Long stopped in his tracks. The stall owner was a round-faced, rosy-cheeked old man in blue robes, with a green gourd tied to his waist. His stall displayed an array of items—ores, demon cores, Spiritual Medicine, Spirit Wood, and more.

Shen Long crouched down, picked up a red ore, and asked, "Taoist friend, how much for these Cloudflame Stones?"

Cloudflame Stones were third-tier artifact refining materials, commonly used to forge fire attribute Dharma Treasures.

"Name your price?" asked the man in blue robes, hoping Shen Long would make the first offer.

"I’ll trade a pot of third-rank Spiritual Wine. This wine can advance essence and mana," Shen Long responded, taking out a beautifully crafted green wine pot and handing it to the man in blue robes.

The man in blue robes lifted the lid, took a few whiffs with his nose, and a look of bliss crossed his face.

"Deal," he said, taking a sip and praising, "Good wine. May I ask what it was brewed with?"

"With the demon core of a third-rank Ice Clam from the Northern Sea Cultivation Realm," Shen Long replied. He had purchased many resources there—Spiritual Wine, Spirit Wood, demon cores, and others.

"Excellent! I am Han Lin. How may I address you, Taoist friend?"

The blue-robed elder casually asked.

"Shen Long!"

Shen Long replied.

"So it’s Taoist Friend Shen. Feel free to choose anything from my stall,"

said Han Lin.

"There’s no need; I’m only interested in these Cloudflame Stones,"

Shen Long tactfully declined.

Han Lin didn’t insist and took another sip of his Spiritual Wine.

Shen Long walked around Azure Stone Plaza, purchasing over ten Spiritual Medicines that were more than six hundred years old. He found an empty spot, spread out a piece of coarse cloth, and displayed dozens of items, including Demon Cores, Beast Hides, Spirit Wood, Elixirs, Spiritual Wine, and so on.

He took out a green cushion and placed it on the ground, seated himself cross-legged, and began to flip through a thick blue tome.

Cultivators occasionally approached to inquire, and Shen Long engaged in conversation with them, selling quite a few Monster Beasts Materials.

After a short time, a somewhat hoarse male voice rang out, "Fellow Daoist, what are the effects of the Green Marten Pill and the Bright Moon Pill?"

Shen Long looked up to see a tall, green-robed man standing in front of his stall, exuding a fierce aura.

"The Green Marten Pill can detoxify, and the Bright Moon Pill can enhance one’s essence and spiritual power,"

Shen Long explained.

"I’ll trade this Pill Formula for a bottle of Green Marten Pill and a bottle of Bright Moon Pill, how about that?"

The green-robed man took out a green Jade Slip and handed it to Shen Long.

"Flood Dragon Transformation Pill!"

Shen Long’s face revealed a thoughtful expression.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded and agreed to the exchange.

Ice Flood Dragons had already transformed and no longer needed the Flood Dragon Transformation Pill, but any Core Formation Cultivator who kept a spiritual serpent would definitely be interested in it.

The green-robed man’s face lit up with pleasure as he received two green porcelain bottles from Shen Long and then rose and departed.

Most of the items Shen Long brought had been sold, netting him quite a few resources, primarily Spiritual Medicines.

As the sky darkened, Shen Long felt it was about time and began to pack up his stall, leaving the trading plaza.

Less than half a quarter of an hour later, Shen Long arrived at the entrance of a vast manor whose signboard read "Peony Garden." Two Foundation Establishment Cultivators stood guard at the gate.

Shen Long walked confidently into Peony Garden, the guards did not stop him. As he just entered the grounds, a beautiful young woman in a green dress approached briskly, curtsied, and said, "Senior, are you here to attend the gathering? Please follow me."

Shen Long nodded and let the green-dressed girl lead the way.

Soon after, he arrived at a secluded courtyard with a green bamboo pavilion inside. Two men and two women were sitting in the pavilion, chatting and drinking tea; Ye Hongyao and Lin Qing were among them.

"Taoist Friend Shen, you’ve arrived."

Ye Hongyao greeted Shen Long with a slight smile, motioning for him to sit down.

"My name is Zhao Feng; I’ve long heard Sister Ye mention Taoist Friend Shen."

A tall, green-robed young man greeted with a fist and palm salute.

"I’m Zhou Yuliang, a pleasure to meet Taoist Friend Shen,"

said a refined-looking, yellow-robed young man as he introduced himself.

The yellow-robed young man had a fair complexion and a tall stature, giving off an amiable impression.

"Might you be from the Zhou Family of the Western Desert?"

Shen Long asked politely.

"Indeed, has Taoist Friend Shen ever been to the Western Desert Cultivation Realm?"

Zhou Yuliang asked curiously.