Chapter 85: Golden Cones in the Sky
The contribution points required for high-level spells in the Wanfa Building are too high, and ordinary disciples cannot earn them even after decades of study in the outer sect.
She also looked down upon the skills that could be exchanged for the contribution points in Ji Qingling's jade token.
Now the Golden Armor Technique and Liuhe Fist are quite effective, except that they are somewhat insufficient against long-range attacks.
The five elements spells I learned are no longer enough, and now I urgently need a long-range attack spell.
Just like the Burning Fire Palm that Hong Tai used back then, otherwise she would be passive if the opponent pulled her away from her on the ring.
There is no difference between the market town and Wanfa Building. Those who like it cannot afford it, and those who can afford it do not like it.
Ji Qingling, feeling depressed, found the barbecue stall she often went to.
I ordered BBQ made from spirit beast skewers and the boss's secret spirit fruit sweet soup. There were a few small ice cubes floating in the big bowl of sweet soup.
It is now the hottest summer. Although the monks have spiritual power to protect their bodies, their bodies can regulate themselves and they do not feel the heat.
But drinking a bowl of this cold sweet soup is still refreshing!
"Fellow Daoist, did you get this ice from the North?"
During the coldest time of the year in East Vietnam, there is only sporadic snowfall and freezing weather is rarely seen.
The stall owner was not busy at this time. "That's right. I go to the North every few years and bring back a few storage bags."
Probably because Ji Qingling was a frequent customer, the stall owner had more to say, "Alas, I have a very poor talent for learning techniques, and I have no other way to earn spirit stones, so I can only stick to my old business."
"Old profession?"
The stall owner nodded, "I come from the secular world. When I was young, I was setting up a stall with my parents and was discovered to have spiritual roots by a passing cultivator. Then I followed him to practice, and later he passed away. I was left alone and took root in this market."
It is true that there are many independent cultivators who are discovered and brought out from the secular world by cultivators. Some with better spiritual roots can find a sect, while those with poorer spiritual roots can naturally only be independent cultivators.
"Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate this small stall. I open it during the day and practice at night. It is with the help of this stall that I have broken through from the third level of Qi Refining to the ninth level. This skill has made a great contribution." The stall owner's tone was full of pride. After all, not many people could achieve good results with those major techniques.
Therefore, many monks have other skills to meet their own needs in cultivation.
The desire for food is human nature, no matter whether it is elegant or vulgar. The stall owner has been working in this market for decades, and some Yuanying and Jindan people are regular customers of his stall.
"Brother Li, one serving as usual."
When a customer came, the stall owner stopped talking and went back to work.
"Hey, Brother Wang, how's your business today?"
"Oh, don't mention it. I thought the Taiyi Sect was going to hold a small sect competition so that the products would sell better."
When Ji Qingling heard the man mention Taiyi Sect, he turned around and took a look.
The monk named Wang was dark and thin, and was complaining to the stall owner about the poor business.
The Taiyi Sect’s small competition, which is held every ten years, makes even the surrounding markets lively.
Many people sold what they had saved.
However, it is indeed difficult to find useful things among the things in the hands of casual cultivators.
The man wolfed down the food on the table and threw down the spirit stone.
"Brother Li, let's go!"
The stall owner sighed as he saw the man leave, "Alas! This little brother Wang is just like me, he also came from the secular world, and his master was a Jindan cultivator, but unfortunately he died a few years ago. He has a low level of cultivation, and he didn't catch up with the Taiyi Sect's recruitment of disciples. He will be old by the time the next decade comes, and he has suffered a lot in the past few years."
Ji Qingling didn't know much about the independent cultivators. "Are there any tasks in the market to earn spirit stones?"
"Of course he has, but he is only at the third level of Qi Refining. He has been out before, but he suffered a great loss and escaped at the risk of his life to keep the storage bag. Fortunately, you can't kill people in the market, otherwise..."
The stall owner shook his head and said nothing more. Ji Qingling could guess what the consequence would be.
More and more people came and the stall became busy again. Ji Qingling also put down the spirit stones and prepared to return to Taiyi Sect.
I passed by those stalls and bought a few animal skins.
"Fellow Daoist, come and have a look, these are all treasures passed down from our ancestors."
It was the monk surnamed Wang. Didn't he come from the secular world? Where did he get the treasure that his ancestors had said?
Ji Qingling took a quick look and saw only some common spiritual herbs, two low-grade magical instruments, and a few jade slips.
Seeing that someone was interested, the monk shouted even harder, which made Ji Qingling feel inexplicably friendly.
She always felt that the secular world was her hometown.
She squatted down, looked at the stall, and took a few jade slips in her hand.
The above are just some rough introductions, basically some spells of gold spiritual roots, defensive techniques and the like.
Ji Qingling asked him, "Daoyou, do you have a gold spiritual root?"
"I'm not, but my master is. These are all his."
That would explain why all the jade slips for sale are of gold spiritual root attribute.
Times were tough, and I had no choice but to sell my master’s belongings.
She picked up the two jade slips and asked him, "How much are these two?"
The monk surnamed Wang raised his head. "Fellow Daoist, do you have a gold spiritual root?"
"yes."
"This one is 100 Spiritual Stones, and this one is 800 Spiritual Stones."
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"Both of your pieces are low-level skills. One hundred is normal. Why does this one cost eight hundred spirit stones?"
No matter how expensive a low-level martial arts technique is, it is impossible to sell it for eight hundred spirit stones. Ji Qingling put his things down and prepared to leave.
There are countless five-element spells from various schools and sects in the Jiuzhou Continent, including hundreds of low-level gold-attribute spells in the Taiyi Sect.
She only learned one or two things and looked down upon them.
Jade slips can be copied, and low-level skills are not valuable.
"Hey, hey, fellow Taoist, wait a minute!"
Ji Qingling stopped.
The man waved at her and said, "Daoyou, please take a closer look. The sky full of golden cones in this jade slip is the technique created by my master."
"Self-made?"
The man nodded and said, "My name is Wang Mian, and my master is Master Wu You. This is the gold-attributed technique that he created himself, and only my master has practiced it."
In this continent of Jiuzhou, except for those kept secret by the creators themselves, no matter how good the skills are, even in the aristocratic families and sects, at least a few elite disciples will have learned them.
Self-created martial arts are subject to the constraints of the power of the rules of heaven, and success or failure is determined by the power of the rules, so the four words "low-level martial arts" on the jade slip cannot be false.
Ji Qingling was a little hesitant. Does that mean that if I buy it, it will be exclusive? I was a little tempted. No matter what kind of skill it is, a unique one can always surprise people.
Although it is low-end, it is not too expensive.
"How is it possible that a self-created technique can still be preserved until now?"
Wang Mian sighed and said, "When my master passed away, he asked me to find someone with a golden spiritual root and take him as his disciple so that he can carry forward his skills."
He pointed at himself and said in self-mockery, "But now I am a casual cultivator, in the third stage of Qi Refining, and I need resources to cultivate. Originally, I was still resisting, saving these for future junior brothers or sisters, but recently my cultivation has been stagnant, and my weapons were stolen when I went out of the city to do a mission.
To be honest with you, I hadn't taken out these things when I set up the stall before. I just went to buy food and realized that if I didn't get some spirit stones, I would have to hunt animals for my next meal. But I was afraid I would not be able to come back alive alone, so I put these things out to sell.
If you don't want it, I'm planning to sell it in a store."
So it was just a coincidence that when we arrived earlier, Wang Mian had not yet decided to sell these things, but when we arrived later, he had already taken them to the store and sold them.
His meaning was very clear. He had to take care of his own survival first, otherwise he would not be able to find his way back to the secular world.
As for whether Wang Mian followed his master's will, that was not something Ji Qingling needed to worry about.
Ji Qingling was not worried that the martial arts technique was not suitable for her. If it really wasn't suitable, she could hand in a new martial arts technique like this to the sect in exchange for a lot of contribution points.
The worst case scenario is to hand it over to the sect in exchange for contribution points, so you won't lose anything.
"I only have 600 spirit stones on me. Can I buy your set of skills?"
"make a deal!"
The sooner you sell it, the sooner you can feel at ease. In fact, he didn't dare to go to the store to ask, because if a casual cultivator died, that's all he was dead!
Every time I find a restaurant I like, I will go there several times in a row. Then the boss will think you are a regular customer and will talk to you when he is not busy. In fact, I really just want to eat, and I don’t want to talk while eating. Good night! (End of this chapter)