The two of them crossed the layers of Taihang Mountains and finally arrived at Yuntai Mountain.
Here, there is the largest "Yuntai Market" in Taihang Mountain, which is a market for free trade within Fanshengdao and with independent cultivators from the outside world.
Before officially entering the market, Jiang Li'an produced two masks like a magician and handed the dog-head mask to Wei Dongliu.
"Do I need to wear a mask to enter this Wutai Mountain market?" Wei Dongliu took the mask and asked hesitantly.
"Not really." Witch Jiang said straightforwardly, "If you're not afraid of being hunted down after leaving the market..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Dongliu sighed and put on the dog-head mask.
Jiang Li'an also put on the cat-face mask and took him into the market.
As soon as he stepped into the market, Wei Dongliu's eyes were filled with surprise.
What a chaotic scene this is!
I saw that most people in the market were wearing dark robes. Those who had black robes wore black robes, and those who didn't wore gray robes or brown robes. They also wore various masks on their faces, making them look like smugglers.
No wonder Witch Jiang suggested that I wear a mask. If I go in with my face facing forward, I will definitely become the focus of everyone's attention.
Although in fact, this face also wears an invisible mask of mirror flowers and water moons...
"What are you planning to buy?" Jiang Li'an asked, turning around.
The clear and sweet voice, coupled with a cute cat-head mask, does not give her any witch-like temperament at all.
"Let's buy some flying swords and magic weapons first." Wei Dongliu replied.
The sect’s current supplies were mostly purchased by Luo Yan from the Yuqing Temple in Penglai.
However, as Yuqing Temple is an upright sect, all of its flying swords and magic weapons are righteous and awe-inspiring, and there will not be any sinister instruments tainted by demonic energy.
Wei Dongliu's talent is "Chaos Demon Body". When using demonic energy to drive Taoism, flying swords and magic weapons, his unique physique will have a bonus, so the corresponding magic weapons must naturally be replaced with "demonic energy models".
"If you want magic weapons, you have to find Old Man Yan." Jiang Li'an said thoughtfully, supporting his chin with his fingers.
"Old Ghost Yan?" Wei Dongliu asked doubtfully.
"Well, he is a senior who uses a magic weapon called smoke to conceal his figure. You will know when you see him." Jiang Li'an took him around in circles and finally found a stall in the corner of the market.
The stall was just a long table with all kinds of flying swords and magic weapons on it. They were mainly black and purple with some gray and brown. They were filled with yin and ghostly auras, and were obviously magical weapons of a sinister nature.
Standing behind the long table was a cloud of extremely thick smoke, and it was impossible to see who was inside it.
"Old Man Cigarette." Witch Jiang greeted him and said nonchalantly, "You're out setting up a stall again today. Where's your wife from last time?"
“Hahahaha.” The cloud of smoke let out a hoarse, piercing laugh, as if it were rubbing against sandpaper. “That bitch has been killed by me. Little witch, if you want to take her place, you still have a chance.”
"Who would be interested in an old man like you?" Jiang Li'an sneered and said contemptuously, "Isn't that woman quite well-behaved? How come she couldn't last a month?"
"When she cooked wontons for me this morning, she actually put coriander in it without even asking!" Yan Wu said grumblingly, "How could an old man like me eat something that stinks!"
"So I had no choice but to kill her with one blow, and then put her head in the cave, so that the next woman I find will know to ask me for my opinion before cooking... What, is the person next to you your new lover?"
"Don't talk nonsense, or we will catch you and have your tongue twisted!" Jiang Li'an picked up a magic weapon, looked at it carefully for a moment, turned around and said to Wei Dongliu, "This old man Yan is one of the best weapon refiners in Taihang Mountain. The items he sells are all high-end, but they are a bit expensive."
"Of course, the only thing I can show off is my skill in casting weapons." Old Man Yan said proudly, "I will charge you 10% more spiritual stones than the market price. I will not cheat you, and I will not bargain with you."
Wei Dongliu picked up a flying sword on the table, looked at it over and over for a while, and asked:
"A ninth-level flying sword made of ghost vine wood? It is finely polished, but why is there carrion water added?"
"How can we purify the Yin spirits in it without adding the rotten water?" Old Ghost Yan sneered disdainfully, "The stench of corpses permeates it and won't dissipate for a long time. Can you bear it?"
"So why do you want to use the flesh and blood of a boy to nourish the ghost vine wood?" Wei Dongliu shook his head. "The flesh and blood of a mortal, although full of turbid qi, is bound to be extremely impure."
"Even if you deliberately married a young boy, no matter how little grains and cereals you got, they can't be that pure."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Old Ghost Yan shouted angrily, "What else can we use if we don't use the flesh and blood of boys? The flesh and blood of babies is not enough to make swords, and using a few more babies will make it even more complicated..."
"Why should we cling to the flesh and blood of mortals?" Wei Dongliu sighed and said, "Have you never heard of the Nine Nether Yin Soul Stone?"
"Jiuyou..." Old Ghost Yan had just said two words when the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.
Who doesn't know that the Nine Nether Yin Soul Stone is more suitable for forging swords than mortal flesh and blood? But this thing only grows in mass graves with heavy Yin energy, or deep underground in ancient battlefields. How can it be so easy to find?
"Humph, you actually know about the Nine Nether Yin Soul Stone. I underestimated you." A lot of thoughts flashed through Old Ghost Yan's mind, and finally he said, "I understand. You want to say that you are also knowledgeable and want me not to fool you with these inferior items on the table, right?"
Jiang Li’an: ???
For a moment, her expression under the mask was extremely interesting. The words that praised Old Man Yan before were still ringing in her ears, but now it seemed like they were slapping her hard.
Wei Dongliu did not comment. After hearing the prompt of the synchronization value increase, he just continued:
"After the fall of Chanjie, the ancient weapon casting method was also lost. How good can a ninth-level magic flying sword be? If you can't produce a tenth-level magic weapon, we won't waste our time here."
"What a dare you young man!" Old Man Yan laughed loudly, and suddenly waved his arms made of smoke, sweeping away everything on the table. "What do you want? A magic weapon, or a flying sword?"
"First, a tenth-level immortal sword." Wei Dongliu said in a deep voice.
A magic sword suddenly flew out from the smoke and landed on the table with a thud.
"The Sword of Ten Thousand Ghosts," said the old ghost Yan grimly, "This sword is made of the Yin Iron of the Netherworld, and has been refined with the water of the Yellow Spring for 49 days. It has the power to seize the soul and control the mind. Does it meet your requirements?"
"The Ten Thousand Ghosts Evil Sword?" Jiang Li'an suddenly reminded, "Isn't it the eleventh-level immortal sword that the Yin Gui Dao has been looking for for many years?"
"That's the one." Old Ghost Yan snorted coldly, "If I wasn't afraid that I would be hunted down by those mad dogs from the Yin Gui Dao after using this sword outside, why would I sell it here?"
"Fellow Daoist Wei." Witch Jiang sneered a few times and said quietly, "The characteristics of this sword are too obvious. Every time it is drawn, hundreds of ghosts will cry. It cannot be hidden at all."
"If you buy this sword, unless you keep it in the box and don't use it, it will sooner or later reach the ears of the Yin Gui Dao..."
"I'll buy it!" Wei Dongliu made the decision.