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Although it was not the first time that all the cultivators who watched the ginseng spirit disappear were still full of disbelief.

"Have all the white spiritual ginsengs in the ginseng field disappeared?"

"There is clearly a three thousand year old white spiritual ginseng here?"

"This ten thousand year old ginseng spirit appeared simply to divert our attention"

The waves of the ten thousand year old ginseng spirit's successful escape had not yet disappeared, and shouts of surprise had already come from all directions. Most of the spiritual ginsengs that originally grew in the ginseng field had disappeared, and the few that remained were all less than a thousand years old, and they were not too useful to the cultivators present.

"Is this a ginseng spirit? It actually knows how to make a feint to the east and attack in the west, and its spiritual intelligence is so high?"

Sun Mingsheng looked at a two thousand year old spiritual ginseng that disappeared, and his face was also full of pain. This is the real meat bun hitting a dog, and there is no return.

"The reason why this ten thousand year old white ground ginseng spirit is willing to show up is not because of the cultivators' exhaustive search, but mainly because they want to take away all the spiritual ginseng here. It is estimated that after leaving this time, it will most likely not appear again."

Sun Mingsheng had various different ideas in his mind, but he soon confirmed this point, and after searching the entire ginseng field and bamboo forest and still not finding any trace of spiritual ginseng over a thousand years old, his cognition of this point became even more firm and unshakable.

However, this is ultimately a kind of speculation. Under the temptation of the ten thousand year old white ground ginseng spirit, he is still reluctant to leave. Facing such a ten thousand year old spiritual medicine, even if there is only a little hope, he must put all his efforts, even if there is no gain in the end.

The strategies adopted by other Jindan stage cultivators present are no different from Sun Mingsheng. They would rather waste time than leave easily.

"Why do you keep waiting here? This mirage is full of high-quality treasures. There are less than three days left before the mirage closes in one month. Why waste time and energy here?"

"You are right. There is a lake three thousand miles southeast of here. There is a third-grade high-quality blue sky and white day lotus in it. It has twelve mature lotus seeds. If you are interested, you can go and pick it."

"What's so special about a mere blue sky and white day lotus? I suspect I have found a cave left by a senior cultivator ten thousand miles northeast. It is just that it cannot be entered under the protection of two third-grade high-quality monkeys. This is a godsend opportunity. You must not miss it."

Similar words kept appearing in the bamboo forest, but no matter how he talked, all the cultivators present did not move.

These monks who advised chose to make all the information public here, not because they were truly selfless, but just wanted to reduce some potential disputes as much as possible.

Of course, the truth of these words is also an unknown, and the monks need to judge it personally, otherwise they will probably get nothing if they leave rashly.

"Since there are such treasures, why don't you go and pick them yourself? Why stay here?"

"That's right, that's right. I speculate that after this, the ten thousand year old white earth ginseng spirit will most likely not continue to appear in the ginseng field. After all, there is nothing here that is worth the risk?"

The monks present have seen so many temptations along the way. A few words and half-true and half-false introductions are naturally not enough to persuade any of them, including Sun Mingsheng.

In fact, even if there are one or two shallow-minded monks who want to leave at this time, they will naturally make a correct judgment when they see this situation.

Therefore, after these several cultivators tried their best to persuade for a long time, no cultivator left, so they all calmed down and waited for the ten thousand year old white earth ginseng spirit to appear again.

Judging from the current situation, the ten thousand year old white earth ginseng spirit is not the first time to appear. As time goes by, the spread of this treasure becomes more and more widespread, and naturally more cultivators will come to fight for it.

Especially for some sects and families with ninth-level Jindan cultivators, if this ten thousand year old white earth ginseng spirit can be successfully refined, it is equivalent to increasing the success rate of breaking the elixir into an infant by 20%.

Some forces with Yuanying cultivators will naturally not let go easily, and the difficulty and intensity of the competition will certainly be proportional to the increase of time.

Once the White Earth Ginseng Spirit really appears, it will probably cause a bloody storm around it after leaving the mirage. Any cultivator knows the reason clearly. However, with the treasure in front of them, especially when it comes to the future path, they will never give up easily even if they know the danger, unless they are old guys who have completely lost confidence in their future path of cultivation and are struggling to survive.

In the main bamboo forest and ginseng field, dozens of Jindan-stage cultivators each performed the magic technique to restrain their own aura, completely quieted down, and waited wholeheartedly.

The sun rose and the moon set, the day and night alternated, and three days passed in a flash. As expected, the White Earth Ginseng Spirit, who was proficient in the magic technique of earth escape, never appeared.

When Sun Mingsheng and other cultivators had been in the mirage for a month, with the coming of an irresistible force and a dizziness, the bamboo forest, ginseng field, and white ginseng spirit all disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"A month has passed. It seems that this ginseng spirit is not destined for me. Well, I don't know how many old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage or even the God Transformation stage are secretly observing this level of treasure. If I really get it, it will not be a blessing."

Sun Mingsheng decisively comforted himself. After observing the surroundings, he turned into a stream of light and went straight to the location of the Broken Stone Market in the distance.

The Broken Stone Market is the only market within a radius of 10,000 miles of the mirage. Whenever a group of cultivators leave the mirage, it is also the busiest time.

Some well-prepared shops have already displayed the treasures searched from all over the cultivation world one by one, ready to wait for the transactions from the Jindan stage cultivators.

This kind of transaction is very obvious barter. As long as each store completes a certain number of transactions, it can make a lot of money.

After all, those who are qualified to enter the Mirage are at least in the early stage of the Golden Core. Everyone is a well-known existence in the world of cultivation. Those who can enter in their eyes are naturally the best among the third level.

And because there is no fixed order and pattern for the appearance of spiritual objects, what they have in their hands is often not in line with their own. This is the only opportunity for large and small stores in the Broken Stone Market.

Sun Mingsheng has a lot of gains in the Mirage, most of which cannot be directly refined by himself, so he naturally needs to exchange some fire-attributed natural treasures and transform them into his own cultivation.