“Ah… without spirit stones, we leave this treasure trove empty-handed. Truly lantable…”
After the exchange session concluded, Fang Xi departed from the market alongside Nine Profound Reverend and Di Qi.
Nine Profound Reverend stroked his beard, sighing deeply with a lancholic expression.
It must be said, Lu Zhi’s clearance sale featured many valuable items, all priced at least one to two tenths cheaper than the market rates!
Even Di Qi couldn’t resist purchasing several paper talismans typically crafted by Symbol Master Zong.
Only Fang Xi and himself truly felt impoverished, left watching enviously from the sidelines.
“Sigh… what about ? Fellow Daoist Chen is truly impressive, securing the legacy of a Symbol Master!” Di Qi echoed another sigh, displaying a hint of discontent. “The craftsmanship of Symbol Master Zong was exceptional; I even suspect he might have obtained a tier-2 legacy… wonder how much of it will be revealed in those notes?”
“There’s no chance of that. A tier-2 legacy for rely two hundred spirit stones? Does Fellow Daoist Lu think we’re fools?” Fang Xi chuckled incredulously.
In his estimation, if the jade slip contained thods for crafting just a few high-grade tier-1 paper talismans, it would already be considered generous on Lu Zhi’s part.
“You’re right… but Fellow Daoist Chen still has an opportunity,” Nine Profound Reverend remarked solemnly. “If he marries Fellow Daoist Lu, wouldn’t it be a win-win situation? Not only would he win the heart of a beauty, but also gain access to a true talisman master’s secrets.”
“Haha! Let’s hope so.” The three n shared a knowing laugh typical among their gender.
The next day.
Fang Xi ventured down the mountain to purchase supplies and briefly returned to the Daliang World to extensively feed on Tai Sui, subsequently harvesting its flesh.
After several days, he had accumulated nearly four hundred pounds of Beefwood at.
At the Hundred Skills Pavilion:
Thud!
Four hundred pounds of mythic beast at crashed onto the floor, eliciting a wide grin from Shopkeeper Qi Liu.
His honest business practices were indeed paying off. As evidence, this wandering cultivator brought more mythic beast at straight to him.
“Esteed Daoist, choosing our Hundred Skills Pavilion truly is an honor for us. Yingsong, please serve so tea,” said Shopkeeper Qi with a warm smile.
After all, the previous batch of dozens of pounds of mythic beast at was sold at a high price to a body cultivator, yielding a small but significant profit.
“My pleasure!” Yingsong promptly brewed a cup of spirit tea, but Fang Xi rely raised it without taking a sip.
In the cultivation world, one must always be cautious, especially when consuming anything. Vigilance is paramount.
“The quality of this mythic beast at matches the earlier batch; they must co from the sa creature… Hm?” After examining the at, Qi Liu suddenly appeared puzzled and uncertain. “Could it be that this mythic beast has no bones? Beast bones are highly valuable - their marrow can serve as auxiliary ingredients for pill concoction, and the bone material itself is useful for crafting artifacts…”
“Excellent observation, Shopkeeper! This mythic beast indeed has remarkably soft flesh, almost boneless - truly peculiar. Unfortunately, there’s only one such specin available…”
Fang Xi feigned a sigh, secretly vowing never to sell Beefwood at at this market again.
After all… once he leaves Blackstone City, he can easily hunt other beasts for sale.
Mythic beasts in the Daliang World are abundant and generally weak, making them perfect targets for farming experience!
“The 400 pounds of mythic beast at totals forty spirit stones, Daoist friend. Does that sound fair?”
Qi Liu swiftly calculated the weight, rounding up slightly in favor of Fang Xi.
“Generous offer, Shopkeeper.” Fang Xi grinned widely. “However, I’m also interested in purchasing a paper talisman. Do you happen to have any at Hundred Skills Pavilion?”
Compared to Heavenly Talisman Hall or Pill Cauldron Pavilion, Hundred Skills Pavilion seed more like a general store, prompting him to inquire here.
“Oh, which type of talisman?” Qi Liu appeared sowhat surprised.
“A banishing talisman, just a first-tier one will suffice,” Fang Xi emphasized firmly.
“A first-tier banishing talisman?” Qi Liu pondered briefly before smiling. “Your timing is fortunate, Daoist friend. Such talismans are exceedingly rare; our pavilion usually doesn’t stock them. However, coincidentally, a custor sold one yesterday. It’s in pristine condition with minimal loss of spiritual energy. Please take a look!”
With a gentle tap on his waist pouch, Qi Liu retrieved a wooden box that looked sowhat familiar to Fang Xi. Upon opening it, a banishing talisman identical to the one he had seen before appeared before Fang Xi.
‘Could this be from Symbol Master Zong’s collection, and the buyer subsequently resold it to Hundred Skills Pavilion?’
A thoughtful expression flickered across Fang Xi’s eyes.
However, regardless of its origin, it didn’t significantly matter to him.
After carefully examining the talisman, Fang Xi asked for the price, “Impressive, indeed a high-grade first-rank banishing talisman. May I inquire how much you’re selling it for?”
“Ah… Heavenly Talisman Hall would charge at least thirty-five spirit stones for such a talisman. However, I won’t add any handling fee; simply the original price will suffice, Daoist friend.” Qi Liu said sincerely, taking a sip of tea.
‘I distinctly rember Lu Zhi sold this talisman for only thirty-one spirit stones… Oh well, there’s no point bringing it up.’
Fang Xi maintained his aloof deanor as a demon-hunting cultivator and nodded, “The shopkeeper is fair!”
Internally, though, he felt like spitting blood due to the steep cost.
This single transaction nearly wiped out his savings from the past two years.
After Fang Xi left, Qi Liu stroked his chin, sowhat disgruntled. “Misjudged him… This lad might truly be just a low-rank cultivator with sheer luck. Did he think such limited knowledge could fool ? Hmph!”
Fang Xi, being only a minor cultivator, despite having mories of his predecessor, was constrained by his limited experience and couldn’t fully conceal certain issues. Just a few exchanges with Shopkeeper Qi revealed his shortcomings.
“Several dozen spirit stones, forget it…” Shopkeeper Qi sighed, leisurely returning upstairs to resu ditation and sipping tea…
Upon hearing his sigh, Yingsong’s eyes shifted as he went to the shop’s backyard, clutching a voice-transmission talisman and muttering under his breath, “Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu… It’s not that I’m disobeying you, but for you, several dozen spirit stones are re pennies. To , though, it’s quite a fortune…”
With magical energy surging, the voice-transmission talisman transford into a burst of fla and swiftly flew away, disappearing from sight…
Exiting the market, Fang Xi instinctively took a circuitous route.
“Hmm, sothing’s not right?”
As he activated his Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing Art, he sensed an anomaly and swiftly dropped to the ground, pressing his ear against it.
With True Force amplifying his hearing, he detected subtle vibrations through the earth.
“Behind … soone is tracking … likely two individuals!”
Fang Xi promptly changed direction, increasing his speed.
However, no matter how many tis he altered course, the pair behind him persisted in pursuit. In fact, they were closing the gap, evidently sensing his unease and accelerating as well.
Soon, within Fang Xi’s field of vision, two figures erged - one tall, one short.
A beginner in Early Stage Qi Refinent and another at Middle Stage Qi Refinent!
Sensing their unmasked spiritual power and malicious intent, Fang Xi felt slightly relieved internally but remained vigilant. He demanded, “Who are you? Why are you following ?”
“Heh heh, kid, hand over all your valuables!” The shorter cultivator, around thirty years old with nurous freckles on his face, sneered coldly. Holding several paper talismans, he began maneuvering from the side, intending to cut off Fang Xi’s escape route.
“Calamity cultivators!”
Fang Xi’s expression turned grim as he swiftly flicked his wrist, sending the Qinghe Sword soaring through the wind. It transford into a streak of jade-green sword light, directly targeting the short cultivator.
“A magical artifact! Big brother, help !” The short cultivator hastily slapped a Golden Light Barrier Talisman onto himself, enveloping his body with a golden aura before crying out in panic.
“Haha… Such a shabby magical artifact, truly just a paper tiger!” Seeing the damaged edge on Qinghe Sword, the tall cultivator laughed instead of showing anger. He then tapped a dusty pouch at his waist.
A pitch-black ghost-headed blade erged as a magical artifact, turning into a beam of dark light that entangled with the green sword glow of Qinghe Sword, effortlessly overpowering it.
“Low-grade magical artifact!” Fang Xi’s resolve strengthened upon witnessing this scene.
His Qinghe Sword was already a subpar low-grade magical artifact, so being easily suppressed by the ghost-headed blade made sense.
“How… How did you find ?” Fang Xi shouted sternly but inwardly fearful, quickly deciding to flee amidst his panic.
“Haha… Big brother, let this kid be mine. Just a third layer of Qi Refinent, should be easy pickings.”
The shorter cultivator, brimming with excitent, focused his gaze on Fang Xi while muttering incantations - clearly casting so form of spell!
As he uttered the final syllable, two bright yellow earth spikes materialized before him.
“Go!” The short cultivator pointed at Fang Xi, sending the spikes hurtling forward.
Fang Xi sorsaulted hastily to evade, his disheveled appearance further thrilling the short cultivator. “With ‘Three Sun Incense’ on your hands, you can’t escape! Prepare to die!”
Before the words had fully left his mouth, one of the earth spikes pierced through Fang Xi’s back.
“Ahh!” Fang Xi scread and collapsed onto the ground.
However, in his panicked flight, he seed to have misjudged his path, falling dangerously close to the taller cultivator.
“You talk too much!” remarked the tall cultivator to his shorter companion as he approached Fang Xi’s supposed corpse. Suddenly, sothing felt amiss.
Without its owner’s magical support, how could that sword-shaped artifact continue to engage with the ghost-headed blade? It wasn’t inherently sentient!
“Uh-oh!”
Realizing this, the tall cultivator attempted to retreat.
But it was too late!
Fang Xi, who appeared lifeless on the ground, suddenly surged towards him at a terrifying speed, reaching within striking distance almost instantly.
In desperation, the taller cultivator hastily activated a Water Shield Talisman, enveloping himself with a protective aura of water.
Monts later, Fang Xi’s fist slamd into the water shield!
Whump!
The shield bowed ominously under the impact but didn’t break, its glow significantly dimming instead.
“A mid-stage body refinent cultivator!” Fear imdiately surfaced on the tall cultivator’s face. “Daoist… misunderstanding…”
“Primordial Strength!”
However, Fang Xi had no intention of further conversation. He raised his right hand high, gathering imnse power at his fingertips before forcefully striking the water shield again!
Bam!
With all his might, Fang Xi unleashed Primordial Strength infused with multiple energies, causing an explosive burst that shattered the water shield, revealing the utterly despairing expression of the tall cultivator behind it.
The tall Calamity cultivator tried to speak further, but Fang Xi’s finger had already pierced his throat.
Crack!
Fang Xi casually discarded the dead body and turned towards the pursuing short cultivator, asking, “Did you enjoy that fight just now?”
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