Chapter 72: The Order Hidden in the Sword (Congratulations to Alliance Leader Elvin2016)
Having been in the Immortal Cultivation World for such a long time, Fang Xing still had some basic knowledge.
The value of magic tools lies firstly in the materials and secondly in the formations and restrictions.
Sometimes, the latter is even more important than the former.
The internal formation of this 'Qinghong Sword' was completely destroyed, and the sword light was contaminated... For a cultivator, it was basically useless.
But for him, the material of this flying sword is still second-grade, strong enough... That's enough! He flicked the sword with his fingers.
The Qinghong Sword suddenly made a sound, and in the green and jade-like sword light, there was a hint of inconspicuous purple and black.
"This sword is indeed completely useless. I can't input mana or spiritual consciousness to control it. I can only use it as a firewood stick... But for me, it's just right."
"I wonder how much this sword costs?"
"Fellow Daoist, please give me the money for the materials. Two thousand low-grade spirit stones will be enough." The cultivator named Long said with a smile.
This kind of scrap sword, even if it is re-melted, can't recover much material, and it is very troublesome. It is already good to be able to process two thousand spirit stones, not to mention... I can also do a favor for this notorious villain.
"Thank you very much."
Fang Xing took out seven mid-grade spirit stones, added them to the spirit stones he had previously obtained from selling magic tools, and bought the second-grade spirit sword, knowing that the other party must have given him a discount.
"But think about it, Huo Lian Fang, Qing Dan Fang and Qing Xuan Zong have a close relationship, representing the original order of Fang City... If the evil forces like Tian Xia Gang want to develop, they must seize their interests. The two sides are not only hostile to each other, but they must be dissatisfied with each other."
"I destroyed the Tianxia Gang, maybe I helped them a lot..."
…
Inside the cave.
Fang Xing drew out the Qinghong Sword.
Clang! In an instant, green light filled the room, and the sword energy rushed to the sky! He swung the sword casually, and a green light flashed from the blade, cutting gold and jade with ease.
"Good sword... This sword is so sharp, I'm afraid it's enough to cut through the defense of a second-level monster, right?"
A hint of joy appeared on Fang Xing's face.
Generally speaking, the material of a second-level spiritual weapon is tough and difficult to destroy even by ordinary foundation-building cultivators or second-level monsters.
Of course, if you encounter a second-level top-grade monster, or a tough guy in the foundation-building stage, it’s hard to say.
If it were directly bombarded by a third-level monster, the second-level spiritual weapon would naturally be destroyed. There was nothing to say.
Fang Xing should be thankful that the third-order monster attacked with poisonous mist, and its main target was a Jindan Zhenren. The foundation-building cultivator was affected by the aftermath and turned directly into a pool of pus and blood, but the Qinghong Sword was still largely preserved.
Although, it is already useless...
"But it's better than directly chopping the body of a third-level monster and breaking it..."
Fang Xing drew out another sword, it was Mo Wen!
There were black patterns on his left hand and blue patterns on his right hand. There was a hint of eagerness on his face. He suddenly exerted force and swung his sword fiercely.
Ping pong!
The two swords collided, electricity was generated in the void, and a crisp sound was made, piercing the eardrums.
Fang Xing calmed himself down and looked at the Qinghong Sword, and saw that the blade was the same as usual.
There was a gap the size of a grain of rice on the blade of the Mowen Sword.
"I didn't use much strength, it's just that the sword itself is sharp... After all, the blood-refined magic weapon is only equivalent to a low-grade magic weapon..."
After trying it out for a bit, Fang Xing realized that the Mowen Sword was indeed a piece of junk.
He immediately threw the ink-patterned sword with his left hand and it flew high into the sky.
Then, the Qinghong Sword turned into a green light and slashed fiercely on the Mowen Sword.
Swoosh! The Ink Pattern Sword let out a mournful cry, and the connection between the hilt and the blade was directly cut off.
A thumb-sized piece of iron flew out from between the two halves of the sword.
"Brother Dog's keepsake is here..."
When Fang Xing saw this, his eyes lit up.
Ever since he learned the secret hidden in the Ink Pattern Sword, he planned to take it out one day.
The original plan was to go to the Eagle Star to find a metal cutting machine.
But now it seems that the Qinghong Sword is enough to complete this task.
Fang Xing stretched out his hand and his innate true energy turned into a thin line, which swept across about ten feet and took back the black iron order.
If the innate warriors of this world saw this scene, their eyes would probably pop out of their heads.
Innate Qi, can it be used in such a miraculous way? Fang Xing looked at the token in his hand and saw that it was only the size of a thumb, dark black in color, as if it was made of ordinary iron.
But how could something that was not damaged at all by the Qinghong Sword just now be an ordinary material? "Second-level or third-level spiritual material?"
Fang Xing murmured, and as his fingers stroked the iron order, he could feel a jade-like warmth.
This iron order is covered with various cloud patterns. On the front is an ancient seal character - "Ling", and on the back are the two characters "Wanfa" engraved in relief.
"It seems that the rumors are correct. That secret place is really related to the 'Master Wanfa' who has reached the perfect stage of Dan formation. Could this piece in my hand be the core token of the formation? Or some other pass?"
He knew a lot about the world of immortal cultivation through what he saw and heard.
For example, in some important caves or formation restrictions, there will be one or two core tokens, and more pass tokens for the owner, apprentices, and children to use.
It is equivalent to the key to open the door! "Therefore, even though the battle in the secret realm is in full swing, maybe they are just on the periphery and haven't even entered the real gate?"
"Or maybe the core hasn't been touched yet?"
Despite this, Fang Xing had no intention of going on any adventure.
The first is that even a Jindan Zhenren has failed, so there is no need for him, a little Karami, to bring humiliation upon himself.
The second is...
"Most of the items used by immortals are useless to me..."
Fang Xing's goal has always been clear, which is to make use of the resources of the other world as much as possible to improve his own martial arts.
Therefore, the most important thing for him now is the follow-up of "Whale Elephant Cream".
Beyond that, everything is false! …
A few days later.
Around Qinglinfang City.
An ordinary shed with birds perched on the roof and lizards and beetles crawling around.
Fang Xing already knew the situation and strode inside.
Xiao Rui was standing by the door. When she saw Fang Xing, she immediately showed a hint of relief on her face: "Dear guest, please come in!"
When Fang Xing entered, she immediately closed the door and posted two 'House Protection Talismans' and 'Breath-Suppressing Talismans'.
"Are you the owner of Qingdanfang?"
Fang Xing looked towards the middle of the house and saw a woman in green clothes with a jade belt around her waist and a bamboo hat on her head. Her face could not be seen clearly.
"Yes... My name is Su Ye. Nice to meet you, distinguished guest. What is your name?"
Su Ye spoke softly, her voice sounding like clear running spring water.
"A certain Fang Yun!"
Fang Xing gave a fake name without hesitation.
"Fellow Daoist Fang...Fellow Daoist killed Luo Hong of Tianxia Gang a few days ago, which really made people happy. I admire you..."
Su Ye complimented.
"Enough of the small talk. Do you have any clues about the substitute of 'Whale Elephant Cream'?" Fang Xing asked.
"So that ointment is called Whale Elephant Ointment? The medicinal properties are so strong, and I don't know what kind of monster this 'Whale Elephant' is. It might have some blood of a third-level or even fourth-level monster..."
Su Ye murmured, and threw a black jade bottle with his bare hands. It slowly floated in front of Fang Xing, wrapped in a ball of green light. "This bottle of 'Boiling Blood', please taste it, fellow Taoist!"
"Boiling blood?"
Fang Xing secretly contacted the drone outside and found no ambush. He held his breath and then opened the black jade bottle.
In fact, with his current physique, ordinary toxins can't poison him at all. He also has exquisite control over his body, which is enough to detect something wrong as soon as the toxin enters the body, and then make various reactions to expel the toxin.
However, there are too many methods in the world of cultivating immortals, so there is nothing wrong with being careful.
After removing the cork, a pool of blood-red liquid was seen inside.
Fang Xing opened his nose slightly and smelled a strong smell of blood.
"Well, it's not poisonous. On the contrary, it makes my blood flow a little more active... Just smelling it has such an effect. It seems to work!"
His mind moved, and a silver needle appeared in his hand. He slowly picked out a drop of sticky "boiling blood" and smeared it on the back of his hand.
Sour, spicy, numbing...
Various sensations emerged from the back of his hand, and then turned into a stream of boiling heat, which seemed to strengthen his skin membrane a little.
"How about this thing?" Su Ye asked with a chuckle.
"It should be 40% to 50% as effective as 'Whale Elephant Cream'... I wonder how much it costs? I plan to buy a large quantity."
Fang Xing let out a long breath and made a decision.
"This item is rare. It is made from the flesh and blood of a second-level monster, with seventy-seven and forty-nine kinds of spiritual medicine added..."
Su Ye answered slowly, "So one bottle is sold for two hundred low-grade spirit stones. Our store suffered a disaster before, and the warehouse where we stored the herbs was destroyed. Now there are only two bottles left..."
"Only two bottles?"
Fang Xing frowned. Although this amount was more than what Xia Long had given him, it was not enough to push his Dragon Elephant Skill to the next level. "I remember... the guardian of the market killed a second-level monster before... there should be a lot of blood and flesh left."
"Fellow Daoist, you don't know that the refining of this 'Boiling Blood' requires the refined flesh and blood of a second-level monster. A piece as big as a hill ends up being only the size of a fist...and when the market was in trouble, many monsters were attracted by the flesh and blood of second-level monsters and frantically attacked our pharmacy and warehouse..." Su Ye replied with a wry smile.
Fang Xing understood immediately.
Even if there were things like storage bags that were convenient for storing things, there were probably only a few of them in the entire Qingdanfang.
Moreover, the capacity of low-grade storage bags is mostly about two or three cubic meters. How much monster flesh can it hold? It was attacked before the flesh was refined into elixir, so it was normal that there was not much left.
But Fang Xing still didn't quite believe it! According to business practices, when encountering hot-selling goods, they must control the quantity and raise the price.
He looked at Su Ye with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes: "Then how do you think we can get a large amount of 'boiling blood', Fellow Daoist Su?"
“I’m afraid there is no other way except to kill a second-level monster and obtain a large amount of blood and flesh as raw materials.”
Su Ye shook his head and replied.
"Second-level monster?"
Fang Xing looked solemn.
The strange golden-feathered vulture bird that I saw that day came to my mind again.
If it was a second-order upper-grade monster like this, he would definitely run as far as he could. But if it was an ordinary second-order lower-grade monster, it would still be possible to capture it if it was besieged by multiple cultivators who had reached the perfection of Qi training with the help of formations.
"In that case, I'll just buy these two bottles."
Finally, Fang Xing made a decision and took out four medium-grade spirit stones.
"It's so damn dangerous. I might as well go back to the Eagle Planet and find a way to buy 'Whale Elephant Cream'! Even if it costs hundreds of thousands per box, at least it's safe..."
(End of this chapter)
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