The Nine Dragons Festival can be said to be a grand gathering of the cultivation world that takes place once every hundred years, and the main characters of this grand gathering are mostly the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of various major sects. As long as it is a top-notch cultivation sect in the ancient mysterious domain, they will definitely send their disciples to participate in this grand gathering.

  This is a great place to show off one's skills, and it's the best destination for hot-blooded young men who want to make a name for themselves. Every Nine Dragons Festival will always produce one or two unknown top masters, these young people who have shown their faces may not be on the "Spirit List", but they must have a special skill that can shock the world, becoming the honored guests of those great immortal sects.

  Some young and talented people died here, turned into mud and sand at the bottom of the sunset river, and disappeared from this world.

  Of course, apart from the young and talented people of the world, some elderly members of the major Xian schools, and those old Daoist cultivators who have been in seclusion for thousands of years, these old rascals who love to join in the fun will also come to this grand gathering to take a stroll. Who knows, they might just spot a young man with exceptional talent and take him on as their closed-door disciple.

  Jiulongwu is located in the west of Huadu, including the 3,000-mile riverbank of Xiyang River, which is a wetland area covered with ancient trees.

  After nightfall, every ancient tree in the entire Jiulong Valley was hung with lanterns. On each ancient tree, there were often dozens of five-colored lanterns. Some of these lanterns were made of bronze, some were carved from black jade, and others were even made by collecting various rare materials and refining them into spiritual instruments through alchemy.

  Apart from the ancient trees, the entire river section of the Sunset River was also suspended with countless radiant lights, casting a reflection that made the entire Sunset River look like a variegated spiritual river.

  On this day, all the young cultivators who come to Jiulongwu will buy a lamp like this. It is said that on this day, if a man and a woman exchange their lamps, they can be together forever.

  If a male monk takes a fancy to a female monk, he can hand over the lantern in his hand to her. If she accepts it, it means that the woman has accepted the man's courtship. If she doesn't accept it, it means rejection.

  So the Double Ninth Festival has become a day for matchmaking!

  On the ancient road, one by one, handsome men and beautiful women, either in pairs or in groups of men and women walking together, holding lanterns in their hands, with smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing on the ancient road, studying Taoist principles, exchanging insights, everything seems so wonderful.

  But there was an exception, a youth wearing a blue-green shirt walked alone on the ancient road. His sword-like eyebrows were upside down, his nose bridge was high and straight, and his face had a perpetual smile that made people feel like they were bathing in spring breeze when they looked at him. He seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with an aura of elegance around him, every step he took was carefree and handsome, making many beautiful female cultivators secretly admire him, and he would just smile back at them.

  It wasn't someone else, but rather Guo Yi after his Bone Shift, holding a bronze lantern in his hand, with a soft blue glow emanating from the lamp.

  His attire makes him look like a young and promising hero of a major immortal sect.

  One side of the ancient road was the misty and majestic Sunset River, while the other side was filled with cultivators selling spiritual treasures during the Jiu Long Festival. These cultivators directly laid out various spiritual instruments, elixirs, and rare treasures on the ground, which emitted a dazzling glow that attracted many male and female cultivators.

  "Come to think of it, I did say I'd buy Su E two accessories, and it would be a good opportunity to exchange the Burial Heaven Sword back from her. That's the heirloom of our Guo family, after all. Although she is going to be the future daughter-in-law of our old Guo family, these ancient treasures are passed down through males, not females, let alone daughters-in-law - what kind of reasoning is that?" Guo Yi thought to himself.

  Next to him, there was an old man wearing tattered grass shoes and setting up a stall. The soles of his grass shoes were almost worn through, and the clothes on his body were also tattered and smelly all over. He wore a broken straw hat on his head, covering it up, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

  On the ground stall in front of him, there were only a few old objects, some of which still had mud on them, and others were just a black lump that couldn't be identified at all.

  What kind of spiritual treasure is this? It's actually something he just picked up from a pile of trash on the side of the road.

  Kuang Yeh walked towards the street stalls, but soon retreated, thinking to himself: "I'm buying accessories for a girl, how can I buy street goods? No way, no way, I have to go to a good jewelry store and pick out a few nice pieces of jade to give her."

  "Big sale on magical tools! One tool is being sold cheaply. Young brother, do you want to buy a magical tool? I'll sell you two for the price of one spiritual grass?"

  At this moment, the old man with a straw hat suddenly started talking business. Guo Yi was immediately attracted by his voice, and of course, he wouldn't believe that one spiritual grass could buy two magical instruments. What attracted him was the owner of this voice.

  "How come it sounds just like that old guy's voice?" Guo Yi had a puzzled look on his face, and he glanced at the old man sitting behind the stall. It was fine when he didn't look, but as soon as he did, Guo Yi got angry.

  Although the old man was wearing a straw hat and his face couldn't be seen, Guo Yi still recognized him at a glance. He was the old beggar from Wu Meng, Ji You Ran's grandfather!

  The old beggar obviously didn't recognize Guo Yi after his transformation, but when he saw Guo Yi looking at him, he suddenly became spirited, his eyes shining brightly as he laughed loudly: "Young brother, I can tell at a glance that you are one of the young and talented geniuses in the cultivation world, and it won't be long before you soar to great heights and become famous throughout the land."

  He took a look at Guo Yi, who was alone and unaccompanied, and shook his head repeatedly: "Someone as young and talented as you, with the highest level of cultivation, doesn't have a partner - it's truly heaven being blind. Of course, this isn't because you're not excellent enough, but rather because there's nothing on your body that matches your status."

  Guo Yi's face drew a faint smile, pretending to be taken in by his words, and asked: "May I ask, senior, what kind of object can highlight my status?"

  "Hooked!" The old beggar was delighted, and hastily pointed to the several tattered objects on the ground: "Magic artifacts! As long as you have one magic artifact on your body, you'll have beauty, status, and fame. Now I'm selling at a huge loss, two magic artifacts for the price of one spiritual grass, and you can choose whichever you like, absolutely genuine and reasonably priced, no cheating!"

  Guo Yi deliberately pretended to be serious, walked up to the stall, picked up a few broken items and examined them, then put them back on the ground, clapped his hands, shook his head and sighed: "Senior, where did these magic tools come from?"

  The old beggar's eyes wandered, and he muttered to himself, "This is a black treasure, stolen by one of my grave-robbing friends from the tomb of an evil master."

  Guo Yi gave up and said, "Senior, you've been deceived by your friend. This is not a magical artifact at all, but just a useless stone from a tomb. A real magical artifact must have an array of laws, and it also needs to be made with various rare materials, tempered for hundreds or even thousands of years before it can be effective."

  "It's done, I've met a master!" The old beggar secretly exclaimed in his heart, but his face remained calm and composed. He asked tentatively: "From your speech, young brother, it seems that you are an outstanding disciple of a certain sacred place. You must have seen real magical artifacts before?"

  Kuo Yi had a proud look on his face, puffed out his chest and said: "I have not only seen it, I am wearing one now."

  "Is there something on you?" The old beggar was overjoyed, and his eyes changed instantly, looking like a lustful man who had seen a weak and tender young girl stripped naked, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on Guo Yi immediately.

  To know the value of a magic tool is extraordinary, even if it's just a low-level magic tool, it can be sold for a sky-high price of 100 million spiritual grasses. With the personality of an old beggar, after hearing this great news, how could he not be excited? If there weren't many people around, he would have knocked Guo Yi unconscious with his stick and snatched the treasure by now.

  Kuo Yeh had to bring out the real thing to lure the old beggar, so he took out a piece of broken iron from the storage spirit palace, which was obtained from the river bottom valley. The iron piece was as big as a palm, with rust spots all over it, and couldn't be wiped off at all.

  When Guo Yi took out the broken iron piece, the old beggar's smile suddenly froze, and he cursed loudly: "I won't run into a fellow practitioner, will I? Is this thing a magic weapon?"

  The old beggar looked at Guo Yi with the same eyes as his peers, then took the broken iron piece into his hand. He originally wanted to crush it with a casual pinch, but he exerted several tens of thousands of kilograms of force and the iron piece was not damaged in the slightest. He let out a light hiss from his mouth, could it really be a magical artifact?

  The wrinkles on his face suddenly relaxed and opened up, his spiritual consciousness was like a piece of iron, just at this moment his body shook, and his eyes stared bigger than a cow.

  "He actually possesses thirty-six Law Arrays and a fragment of the Super Law Artifact!" The old beggar was shocked.

  To know that there are divine weapons beyond the level of Faqi, the entire ancient Xuan domain's cultivation world doesn't even have ten pieces. Each piece is a heaven-defying divine treasure, possessing the power to destroy the heavens and annihilate the earth, scorch the skies and boil the seas. They are truly the supreme war weapons.

  What Guo Yi took out was only a fragment of a transcendent artifact, but it had already far surpassed the value of top-grade artifacts, and was truly priceless.

  The old beggar's gaze at Guo Yi was different now, if before it was a lustful look at a weak girl, now it was a girl looking at an explosive rich man.

  "Little... little... little brother, where did you pick up this broken toy? Is there any other piece left?" The old beggar asked in a trembling voice.

  Kuo Yeh looked at the old beggar as if he was looking at a country bumpkin, and said: "You've never seen the world, have you? We have one of these broken artifacts in every household in our village. Our family's woodshed is piled high with them, and they're all growing mold."

  Kuo Yeh said as he took back the broken iron piece from the old beggar's hand who was frightened into a daze.

  "One piece per person? Is there still a whole batch in the barn?" The old beggar couldn't believe his ears, and if he hadn't seen Guo Yi's honest face, he would have suspected that he had met a madman.

  "Moreover, it's not just a pile on the ground, our village has a mountain behind it. In the mountain, there are not only these broken artifacts, but also many elixir pills and several corpses emitting light. The village chief said that in the mountain, there is also a giant stone as big as a heart, with blood vessels on top of it, which is really frightening."

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