Seeing this, Old Man Ye looked at Ye Linyuan and said, "You mentioned before that you wanted spirit seeds. These three spirit stones are at your disposal."
Ye Linyuan nodded upon hearing this, and then said, "There is no time to waste. When the next gathering begins, we will go to the Qinghe Market to see if we can buy some suitable spirit seeds."
"good."
Old Man Ye nodded, then stroked his beard and said, "There is a small gathering every three months in Qinghe Market, and many families will bring their excess supplies to sell at that time."
"The next gathering will be in five days. We are far away from Qinghefang City, so we will be in time to leave tomorrow."
"Okay."
Ye Linyuan nodded and had no objection to this.
Early the next morning, Ye Linyuan followed Old Man Ye and drove a small boat to Qinghefang Market.
As the largest training market under the Qinghe Immortal Sect, Qinghe Xianfang is located in the center of the Qinghe Islands, a full two thousand miles away from Yejia Island.
The grandfather and his grandson traveled by boat for four or five days before they finally arrived outside Qinghe Xianfang.
"Is this the Qinghe Immortal Pavilion?"
Looking at the Qinghe Xianfang in front of him, Ye Linyuan's eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained calm the whole time.
Qinghe Xianfang is located on a vast sea island with a diameter of more than 100 miles. It is one of the largest islands in the Qinghe Islands.
With Ye Linyuan's keen eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the Qinghe Immortal Pavilion was built based on a second-level lower-grade spiritual vein, with a second-level formation arranged on it. The power of the formation should be enough to withstand attacks in the later stage of foundation building.
"It seems that the Qinghe Immortal Sect should be considered a medium-level foundation-building force."
Ye Linyuan whispered in his heart that among the forces at various levels above the foundation building stage in this world, the same level would often be divided into small, medium and large factions according to their different strengths.
Take the foundation-building forces as an example. A small foundation-building sect or clan usually has only one or two foundation-building ancestors. Such forces often lack successors. Once the foundation-building ancestor of a clan passes away, it will fall into complete decline.
The medium-level foundation-building forces have a stronger foundation, and often have more than three foundation-building monks. The inheritance of such forces is orderly, and if they do not encounter irresistible disasters, they can at least maintain the sect's inheritance for more than a few hundred years.
It is different for large foundation-building sects or clans. Such forces generally have at least ten foundation-building cultivators, and most of them will be in the late stage of foundation-building. They may even be qualified to attack the Golden Core Immortal Sect.
Ye Linyuan had an extraordinary vision. Just by taking a look at the Qinghe Market, he knew that the Qinghe Immortal Sect had at least three foundation-building monks, and its foundation was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary small foundation-building sects.
"We have arrived at Qinghe Xianfang."
As they approached the Qinghe Immortal House, Old Man Ye said solemnly, "There are all kinds of people in the Immortal House. You must follow me closely and remember not to show off your wealth."
"Sun'er understands."
Ye Linyuan nodded and calmly withdrew his gaze.
The boat quickly docked. Old Man Ye parked the boat, then spent some money to hire a mortal manager at the dock to look after it, and then took Ye Linyuan to the market.
Arriving outside the market town, Ye Linyuan discovered that there were several Qi-training monks standing in front of the market town gate. They were all Qi-training monks in the middle stage with high cultivation base.
The leading man had reached the late stage of Qi training and seemed to know Old Man Ye. When he saw him coming, he smiled and said, "Brother Tianke, I haven't seen you come to Qinghe Xianfang for a long time."
"It turns out to be Brother Jiang."
Old Man Ye smiled immediately, then took Ye Linyuan by the hand and introduced him, "This is the old man's eldest grandson, Ye Linyuan."
After he finished speaking, Old Man Ye looked at Ye Linyuan and said, "This senior is called Jiang Qingyan. He is a good friend of mine from my early years. Why don't you meet him?"
Following Mr. Ye's introduction, Ye Linyuan immediately understood the relationship between the two.
Jiang Qingyan was a good friend of Old Man Ye when he was young. The two of them used to be independent cultivators who roamed the martial arts world together.
Later, a monster riot broke out in the Qinghe Islands. Together, they killed a monster in the late stage of Qi training. For their merits, they obtained two Qinghe Immortal Orders. Finally, Jiang Qingyan joined the Qinghe Immortal Sect.
During that battle, Ye Laohan's wife died, and Ye Laohan felt deeply guilty for his wife's death.
In addition, he had several children to take care of, so he never joined the Qinghe Immortal Sect. Disillusioned, he bought the Ye Family Island, which led to the current Ye Family.
"So this is why the Qinghe Immortal Order came."
Ye Linyuan whispered in his heart, and then quickly bowed to Jiang Qingyan and said, "Junior has met Senior Jiang."
"He has already mastered Qi training at such a young age. He is truly a man of talent."
Jiang Qingyan smiled and nodded, then patted Ye Linyuan on the shoulder and said, "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to Qinghe Xianfang to find me."
Upon seeing this, Mr. Ye exchanged greetings with Jiang Qingyan again.
After a moment, Mr. Ye suddenly asked, "I heard that the Qingling Shell Farm was attacked a few days ago. I wonder if this is true?"
"This matter..."
Jiang Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then said carefully: "I don't know the specific situation, but I heard that a rare spiritual clam escaped. I don't know if the rumor is true."
"Rare Lingbei?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Linyuan, who was standing by, couldn't help but slightly twitch his eyes, revealing a hint of surprise.
The Lingbei clan is a gentle demon clan, and is also one of the specialty resources of the Cangling Sea.
Moreover, Lingbei is a treasure in its entirety. The Lingbei pearls it produces can be used to refine elixirs for medicinal purposes, and can also be used to refine magical instruments to assist in spiritual practice.
Clam meat is full of spiritual energy and is ten times more valuable than spiritual rice. Crushed shells are also excellent minerals for cultivating spiritual fields.
Among the Lingbei, according to their bloodlines and potentials, they are divided into four levels: Lingbei, Lingzhen, Yibao, and Rare Treasures.
The most important thing is that the rare and precious spiritual shells can even give birth to rare foundation-building spiritual objects, and after refining, they can be cast into a superior special Taoist foundation. Its value is probably enough to make foundation-building monks salivate over it.
If such a rare spiritual clam escaped, even if it was only a first-grade rare spiritual clam, it would be enough to drive the Qinghe Immortal Sect crazy.
"This is a rare and invaluable Lingbei. Unfortunately, with my current strength, I am not qualified to compete for it."
Ye Linyuan suppressed the thought with regret, but a hint of curiosity emerged in his heart.
Logically speaking, the rare spiritual clam is of immeasurable value and would be worshipped by the Qinghe Immortal Sect as if it were an ancestor, but why would this rare spiritual clam escape?
"This is unreasonable, unless the rare spiritual clam felt a great threat in the Qinghe Immortal Sect's shell field."
"Could it be..."
Ye Linyuan whispered in his heart, and seemed to understand something vaguely.
Since the Qinghe Immortal Sect is named after the Qinghe, there must be a crane-like spiritual beast behind it. To such a flying spiritual beast, the rare spiritual shell is a priceless treasure.