The city was crowded, but most people were turned away by the entrance fee for the top-grade Holy Spirit Stones. There were only more than a thousand people who were truly qualified to enter the park. Of course, a small garden accommodated thousands of people, which seemed extremely lively.

At this time, an old man with a clear face was calling his friends, gathering in groups of three or five to discuss something. Seeing his expression and his transcendent demeanor, most of them should be holy alchemists, and what they discussed was nothing more than the experience of alchemy.

Seeing Gu Fenghua and others coming in, everyone subconsciously turned their heads and looked at them, and a curiosity appeared in their eyes. Perhaps it was strange that they were young and came to join in the fun of the Zhendan Festival, or they were wondering, how could they have such a rich family background? Tens of thousands of top-grade Holy Spirit Stones are not small, and even if they will be returned in full force when they leave, they are not something that anyone can take.

However, no matter how curious curious they were, they would not be as good as the young juniors. They ran to get close to the young juniors. After just taking a few glances, they turned their heads and continued to discuss.

Of course, Gu Fenghua would not have been bored and went up to join in the fun. He glanced at the crowd a few times and didn't see the old man who had led them into the city before, so he found a place with Ye Yunji and others to sit down and wait for the auction to begin.

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At the same time, Jiang Chengye and Duanmu Qingming also arrived at Zhendan City under the guidance of Dingling Pan.

"Hey, what kind of city is this? Why is it so lively?" Duanmu Qingming asked in confusion when he saw the crowd waiting to enter the city.

As a holy sect, the Sword Ding Sect also has its own city. When he is fine, he likes to go shopping in the city. Compared to the scale, the city in front of him is much smaller than the Sword Ding Sect, but when it comes to prosperity and liveliness, it is not even inferior to the Sword Ding Sect, and it is even more than that, which makes him puzzled.

"This is Zhendan City, it's strange. I haven't seen it so lively before." Jiang Chengye replied, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Master, today seems to be the day of the Zhendan Festival." A guard reminded.

"Oh by the way, I forgot if you don't say it. Today is the day of the True Pill Festival. No wonder it is so lively." Jiang Chengye then remembered what was going on and slapped his forehead and said.

Seeing my uncle's sudden realization, Duanmu Qingming felt a little strange.

Although it was his first time to come, he had heard of the True Dan City and the True Dan Festival. He knew that the True Dan Festival was very famous in the alchemy world. Many powerful alchemy masters would show up at the True Dan Festival from time to time. Some newborn holy alchemists even thought they were proud of attending the True Dan Festival.

As the owner of Lingdan Mountain Villa, my uncle actually forgot about the big event of the True Dan Festival, which made people feel very unreliable. A kind of ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

He didn't know that Jiang Chengye's cultivation was barely reasonable, but as a holy alchemist, he was really mediocre in his qualifications, so he was embarrassed to come to the True Alchemy Fair? So he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

However, Duanmu Qingming's premonition that Duanmu Qingming felt that this uncle was very unreliable was correct. Of course, it was just a premonition now. Only when he suffered again and lived a life was worse than death again would he know how effective his premonition was.
Chapter completed!