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In the middle of the firelight were three buildings connected together, the glazed roof tiles shining in the light of the flames. The leaves of the surrounding ancient trees were blown away by the wind, swirling in the air.

There were two paths to the entrance of the hall. Even though it was already night time, the green floor tiles transmitted a dense ancient feeling.

In front of them were four burly young cultivators. Although they were young, none of them were older than thirty years old, but their cultivation was the highest in the same year. A thirty year old Spirit Sword Sect cultivator was a dragon and phoenix among men no matter where they went. Regardless of combat strength or judgement, they were all outstanding. But here, they were just doormen welcoming guests.

There were two paths. One was "clean" and the other was "clean". The former accepted the seller, while the latter welcomed those who came to buy.

Even if you see what you've lost here, it's not yours, unless you spend money to buy it back. Of course, if you had the ability to find the person who stole your item, you could easily and boldly find the person who stole your item after leaving the Green Forest.

It was forbidden to use force in the Green Forest, but it was definitely a place where chaos was accumulated.

Just as Ling Jun was about to step onto the 'clean' path, the young man in front of him stretched out his right hand to stop him, "Your Excellency has taken the wrong path."

With a smile, Ling Jun took out a jade bottle and passed it to the sword cultivator blocking him, "This is only one percent."

The youth looked suspiciously at the jade bottle as he scanned it with his divine sense. His eyes immediately became filled with shock. Unconsciously, he looked at Ling Jun once more before respectfully returning the jade bottle with both hands. "Please, Lord Thief."

Ling Duo didn't take back the jade bottle and instead walked straight toward the door. To be called "Lord Thief" here was not a disgrace but a matter of honor. This means that you have obtained the recognition of the Cleansing Society.

The young man and the others let out a long sigh of relief as they entered the room. "Wang Lin, what level of cultivation do you think he is at?"

The youth said, "Brother Qin Wang, are you going to accept bribes at the third level of the Imperial Sword Technique?" Wang Lin's mood was a bit unbalanced.

Qin Wang smiled lightly and handed the jade bottle to Wang Lin, "Half for each person." After saying that, his smile became even wider. They didn't care about their cultivation, they only cared about their attacks. I am the one who made a big move. If a man gives something he steals to someone else. Then what future could he have?

Wang Lin's throat trembled and she didn't say anything for a long time. He was holding five thousand soul stones.

The Soulstone was an essential item for refining weapons, and its main function was to increase the success rate and the quality of the weapons. There were a total of twelve levels. The higher the grade of the Soul Refining Stone, the sharper the weapon and the more durable it would be. Weapons refined from grade eight and above soul stones would have soul properties, and the ones refined from top grade soul stones would be considered divine artifacts.

Ling Jun had only given him a rank one Soul Essence Stone, which was the most common and common type. The more powerful the Soul Refining Stone was, the rarer it would be. Fortunately, it could be synthesized. The synthesis ratio is one to two for each level from one to eight. Level 8 and above were 1: 20. As a result, the demand for low grade soul stones was extremely high. The grade one spirit stones were basically all produced in large mines, so it was natural for the spirit energy to be transferred to the three mines in Earth City.

Naturally, the price would not be low, one silver coin for each item. A person who made a bid of 25,000 silver coins without cultivation is my lord. Yang Lingjun had thirteen beastmen, and they were only worth ten silver coins. This was the equivalent of three months' worth of rewards from Qin Wang. If they caught a refiner who desperately needed the Soulstone, they wouldn't be willing to pay this price. They would also want a piece of 10 silver coins if they pissed off a wealthy refiner.

The interior of the clean room was unchanged from before, except that the portrait on the north wall had changed. It used to be that the Purificer Society couldn't be a saint. Right now, the person who was hanging on the wall looked extremely familiar. Wasn't this the Heavenly Sword Saint Bei Feng?

Bei Feng was the president of the Cleansing Association in the Primordial Era. Even though he was not exactly his friend, he was still very close to the Spirit. After Zhu Xian became the Marshal, Bei Feng entered the clean room. What about the others? Everyone has a good future. I will soon stand in front of you all again! " His pride was not ignited by a painting.

"What does this little friend need?" The middle-aged swordswoman, who accompanied Ling Du in looking at the portrait for ten breaths of time, said with a smile.

"Help out a batch of soul stones and some small items." Ling Quan looked straight at the other party and spoke in harmony.

The swordmaster's smile became sincere. "The Imperial Sword Cultivator can only steal some small items and soul stones." Four silver coins each, how much do you have? " He immediately stated the price. He estimated that the person in front of him should be the last one to arrive.

"Five hundred thousand." Ling Jun replied straightforwardly.

Only then did the swordmaster look at Ling Jun. "This old man is blind. What else do you have, my friend?"

Ling Du took out two jade bottles and passed them to the swordmaster. "Here, gold coins."

The swordmaster counted the contents in the bottle and realized that there were a lot of gold that had just been excavated from the official mines. He became even more confused, but the person who came did not ask for directions nor did he care about his cultivation base. The Soul Refining Stone was nothing, the gold inside was definitely not a "little thing". He lowered his head to calculate for a moment before saying rather embarrassedly, "Little friend, please take a seat. How about clearing the deal with you after I finish auctioning off today's items?" This was the usual way of getting customers to buy things.

Ling Jun had wanted to take the money and leave. "However, since he had already spoken, he could only wait." This used to be the headquarter of the Clean Society. " He was just nostalgic.

However, the swordmaster's face was livid with unhappiness. "Little friend, you're late." The first son of heaven and the first minister of heaven, the current ones with high cultivation are not even here. "

Ling Jun said, "It's alright, it's alright. Let me see what I need to buy."

His goal had been achieved. The swordsman beamed. "There's one more room at the venue. Please follow me."

Ling Jun pursed his lips and said, "Seat No. 84 in the hall. Is there anyone there?"

"Haha, haha! Little friend, you're still too late." "Please come in." The swordmaster's smile was full of disdain. 'Number eighty-three, number eighty-four is yours?'

"There's someone here, there's no need for a private room. Are there still empty seats in the hall?" Ling Jun was at a loss. These two positions had previously been reserved for him, so even if he became a Saint, he would only be able to do eight or three of them. The eight or four positions were naturally for his beloved wife, Du Ruo.

The swordsmaster did not insist. "372. No one is here, Feng Ya. 372 in the hall. "Purified!" The last two words were a bit heavy because he was unhappy. I'll sell you tens of thousands of gold coins, but you won't even pay for the room.

A woman with braids answered, "This way, please." She didn't even bother to address him. However, he didn't have the nerve to show his handsome face.

Ling Jun turned to look at Bei Feng's portrait, only to find that it was still following behind Feng Ya. Things change. Wordless tears flow first.

The familiar hall, even the seats were the same as before. Ling lightly touched the familiar black chair as her mind was filled with a sweet smile. He couldn't help but stare at the familiar seats, eight, three, four.

The seats were still at the same place, but there were no other seats at the front, back, left, or right of them. Instead, it was a golden road that led inwards to the auction platform and outdoors to a small circular door at the side of the door. These were the two most expensive seats in the Wangdu Cleansing Club.

The ancient country had been destroyed, and even though the spiritual force had died, it was still listed as the number one war criminal. Everyone was extremely cautious of this name, and only this place dared to publicly commemorate this war god. Because it's a lawless organization.

Ling Jun's pupils contracted as his body trembled. Seated in the 84th seat was a woman. What made him mad was that the woman actually left in a bad mood, Zhu Yue.

"Stop looking, you can't sit in that position." Feng Yu gave Ling Jun a small wooden token, then turned around and left. "A voice came from behind that made the whole hall go into a daze." Ling Jun, come and sit here. "