Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 470 - 259: Trade Fair; Withered Wood_3

"This magic sword, I want to exchange it for a few spirit medicines with an age of over eight hundred years."

"As for this ’Gathering Yuan Pill,’ I hope to exchange it for a third-rank Demon Core."

At this point, his gaze inadvertently swept toward the direction where Xu Ping was located.

This was because Xu Ping happened to carry Demon Cores, and one of them even reached the third-rank middle grade level, naturally attracting Yang Lang’s attention.

However, although Xu Ping was merely at the early stage Golden Core cultivation, his Mana was profound, not much inferior to an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.

This "Gathering Yuan Pill" was of little use to him.

Therefore, he sat in his seat, his expression calm as usual, showing no intention of standing up to participate in the exchange.

"Friend Yang, I wonder if my Demon Core could be used to exchange for the ’Gathering Yuan Pill’?"

At this moment, a plain-looking red-robed cultivator flicked their fingers lightly, shooting a storage pouch toward Yang Lang like a meteor.

Yang Lang reached out to catch the storage pouch and swept it with his Divine Sense, his face revealing a hint of hesitation.

With reluctance in his heart, he asked again, yet still received no response.

Helplessly, he could only complete the transaction with this red-robed cultivator.

After all, this Demon Core did not fully meet his expectations but was barely acceptable.

As for his magic sword, it was eventually exchanged by a white-haired elderly woman.

After Yang Lang smoothly completed transactions with the red-robed cultivator and the white-haired elderly woman, the trading event continued orderly.

The subsequent cultivators stood up in sequence, detailing the treasures they had brought and the items they wished to exchange.

At this trading event, most cultivators were able to achieve their trading goals as desired.

But some cultivators were unable to fulfill their wishes, leaving with a face full of disappointment, shaking their heads and sighing helplessly.

Soon, it was Miao Jun’s turn.

He slowly stood up unhurriedly, his posture as straight as a pine.

After steadily scanning the crowd, he opened his mouth with a calm yet resolute tone: "I have brought a third-rank middle-grade beast egg, which I’m sure everyone has just seen."

"And my request at this trading event is to acquire a Core Formation Spiritual Object."

As soon as he finished speaking, a short and fat elder mocked him with a tone full of malice: "Miao Jun, have you lost your mind, gone insane?"

"Just with a beast egg, you want to exchange for a Core Formation Spiritual Object?"

"Cao Ming, what Miao wishes to exchange is none of your business to criticize and speak recklessly about here."

Upon hearing such disrespectful words, Miao Jun’s face instantly darkened, his tone as cold as frost, laden with intense displeasure and warning.

"Cao Ming?"

"So, this guy is the Golden Core cultivator from Wanxiang Trading House?"

"No wonder he would dare to speak mockingly."

"As for the Core Formation Spiritual Object Miao Jun desires, it seems he failed to acquire those two top-tier Core Formation Spiritual Objects at the previous auction."

Xu Ping quietly sat aside, internally pondering these matters.

At this moment, the other people saw that Cao Ming and Miao Jun seemed about to continue their argument, worried that the trading event would fall into a chaotic state, promptly speaking up to persuade.

With everyone’s persuasion, the two temporarily refrained from further conflict.

The trading event continued, but Miao Jun ultimately did not get his desired Core Formation Spiritual Object.

However, Xu Ping sharply noticed that Miao Jun seemed to be secretly conversing with a lean old man.

The two nodded slightly, appearing to have reached some kind of undisclosed secret transaction.

Xu Ping took in this scene, secretly curious, but he didn’t delve further into the matter.

...

After another five or six people, it was finally Xu Ping’s turn.

Xu Ping looked at the two Demon Cores neatly placed in front of him and the pile of third-rank Demon Beast materials emitting strange Spiritual Power waves.

Before he spoke, he keenly sensed several intense gazes fixed on his face.

Among these gazes was the sight of Yang Lang, who had already completed the Demon Core transaction.

Xu Ping smiled lightly, looking composed and calm.

He stood up, glanced around the room, then slowly began to speak:

"I have come to this trading event, and what I need is actually quite simple. Just exchanging for a third-rank longevity item would suffice to exchange for this third-rank middle-grade Demon Core."

"A third-rank longevity spiritual object?"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyebrows furrowed.

It’s known that, in the Cultivation Realm, lifespan is of utmost importance to cultivators.

A third-rank longevity item is a tremendous allure for Golden Core cultivators.

Once fortunate enough to acquire it, most people surely wouldn’t hesitate to consume it immediately to extend their lifespan.

Who would keep it to exchange?

Thus, the originally lively trading venue suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone was lost in thought, and no one broke this silence first.

After quite a while, Yang Lang finally couldn’t suppress his inner urgency, speaking first:

"Esteemed friend, can I exchange other things for your third-rank middle-grade Demon Beast?"

Whether it be magical treasures, pills... even a third-rank Puppet, I am willing to exchange."

It was clear that this third-rank Demon Core is genuinely important to him. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"A third-rank Puppet?"

Xu Ping showed a startled expression, he didn’t expect Yang Lang to propose such an exchange item.