txolops Chapter 8 Magic weapon!
Chapter 8 Magic weapon!
Chapter 8 Magic weapon!
"Have you heard news about my Crimson Flame Fox?"
Deacon Ye's voice was loud and clear, with a hint of urgency.
The Crimson Flame Fox had been with him for many years and had gained considerable experience in assisting with alchemy.
He was just out running some errands when this bastard sneaked out.
The disappearance of the Crimson Flame Fox has made his alchemy efforts somewhat difficult these past few days.
The disciple on duty quickly stepped forward to explain the situation.
Deacon Ye's gaze immediately fell on Lin Chuan, and the spiritual pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator naturally emanated from him: "Your name is Lin Chuan? Where did you see my spirit fox?"
Lin Chuan, neither humble nor arrogant, cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to Uncle-Master Ye, my cultivation made a slight breakthrough yesterday. This morning, I went for a walk near the maple forest in the Taiyue Mountains to stabilize my mind. I caught a glimpse of a Crimson Flame Fox with what appeared to be an injury to its right hind leg and a slightly unsteady gait, lurking in the forest by the stream. Since its characteristics match the mission description, I have come to report this."
His account was half true and half false; he slightly advanced the time of the "discovery" and omitted the divination, which sounded reasonable.
"Maple-lined creek? Not bad, that beast loves to play in the water there!"
Deacon Ye was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Quickly, lead the way!"
"Yes."
Lin Chuan rode a white-feathered chariot to lead the way, while Ye Chongshan followed closely behind, wielding a gourd-shaped magical artifact.
Before long, the two arrived at the maple forest.
After a brief search of the area Lin Chuan "accidentally" remembered, they found the Crimson Flame Fox curled up in a hidden tree hole, licking the wound on its right hind leg and looking weak.
Upon seeing Ye Chongshan, the fox immediately let out a pitiful whimper.
Ye Chongshan picked him up with heartache, and after carefully examining him, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just a superficial injury. He was hit by some kind of thorny poison, which paralyzed his legs and feet. Fortunately, it's not serious."
He skillfully took out the pills, crushed them, and applied them to the affected area. He then fed the patient an antidote pill.
Having finished dealing with the matter, Ye Chongshan was in high spirits. He turned to Lin Chuan and tossed him a bulging bag of spirit stones: "Junior Nephew Lin, thank you so much this time! Here are two hundred spirit stones, keep them safe!"
Lin Chuan accepted the gift, scanned it with his divine sense, and confirmed the number was correct. He respectfully said, "Thank you, Uncle Ye."
"Um."
Ye Chongshan nodded in satisfaction, sizing up Lin Chuan a few times. "Eleventh level of Qi Refining, your cultivation is quite solid. Which peak are you a disciple from?"
"Disciple Lin Chuan is temporarily residing at Xuankun Mountain. His family elder is Steward Lin Xuankun of the Steward Hall."
"Lin Xuankun? Oh, a descendant of Junior Brother Lin."
Ye Chongshan suddenly understood, and his attitude became even more amiable. "Not bad, you are meticulous and not greedy for small gains. If you need alchemy in the future, you can come to Danxia Peak to find me. As long as you bring your own materials, I will not charge you any extra fees."
This promise is worth far more than two hundred spirit stones!
The kindness and connections of a mid-Foundation Establishment alchemist!
Lin Chuan was overjoyed, but remained composed on the surface, bowing deeply and saying, "This disciple thanks Martial Uncle Ye for his kindness!"
"Haha, good! Let's go!" Ye Chongshan, carrying the Crimson Flame Fox, transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.
Lin Chuan held the spirit stone bag, looking in the direction where the escape light disappeared, a relieved smile on his face.
This experience gave him new insights.
While divination and fortune telling may seem magical, capable of pointing out opportunities or warning of dangers, their guidance is often the most direct and superficial path.
Blindly following others may cause you to miss deeper opportunities or even fall into unforeseen traps.
"Just like this Crimson Flame Fox, the divination only showed the benefits of 'capturing and selling', but through investigation and thinking, I saw the greater benefits that 'returning it to its owner' could bring—a reward of spirit stones, a favor from a Foundation Establishment alchemist, and potential long-term benefits."
"The divination is a tool, a point marked on a map. But how to get to that point, which path to choose, which pitfalls to avoid, whether there is a bigger treasure buried under the dig point... these ultimately depend on one's own mind and judgment."
"We cannot blindly follow the divination. Perhaps, by delving deeper into the underlying logic behind the information it provides, we can maximize opportunities and minimize risks."
Having figured this out, Lin Chuan felt his mind become even clearer.
He put away his spirit stone pouch, mounted his white feathered mount, and returned to Xuankun Mountain as the sun set.
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The next day.
The courtyard of Xuankun Mountain is filled with spiritual energy.
Lin Chuan sat cross-legged on the futon, his aura already stable at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. Crimson gold spiritual power flowed slowly through his meridians, perfectly harmonious.
He had just finished a cycle of energy circulation and was preparing to rest when the golden light appeared before his eyes as expected:
Today's divination result: Very auspicious.
[The divination reads: You went to the market in Huangfeng Valley to sell spiritual herbs. Passing by the stall of the rogue cultivator Zhang Hu, you purchased an ancient tortoise shell, which is actually a magical artifact.]
magic weapon!
Lin Chuan was shocked, and his breath caught in his throat.
Magic treasures are precious artifacts that only Core Formation stage cultivators can painstakingly refine by incorporating their own inner fire and insights!
Their power far surpasses that of magical artifacts, and they can usually only be used by cultivators at the Core Formation stage or above. Each one is extremely precious and can be considered a legacy of a first-class cultivation family.
A wandering cultivator who sets up a stall in the market has a seemingly ordinary "ancient tortoise shell" on his stall, which turns out to be a magical artifact?!
"Unless... he himself has no idea!"
With his mind racing, Lin Chuan quickly calmed down and analyzed the situation carefully.
Most independent cultivators lack resources, have incomplete lineages, and have limited knowledge.
Especially those low-level rogue cultivators who have accidentally gained some affinity with immortality and embarked on the path of immortality, may very well treat treasures that they cannot identify or activate as ordinary oddities or even garbage.
As for magic treasures, before reaching the Core Formation stage, the spiritual power within the body cannot be transformed into core essence magic power, so they cannot be refined or activated at all. In the hands of Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment cultivators, they are indeed not much different from a particularly hard tortoise shell.
"That must be it! This rogue cultivator Zhang Hu doesn't recognize treasures and is only selling it as a piece of hard tortoise shell material!" Thinking of this, Lin Chuan's heart suddenly burned with excitement.
Even the most ordinary magic weapon is worth at least several thousand spirit stones at a regular auction, and it's priceless!
If it has special functions or great power, it is not uncommon to spend tens of thousands of spirit stones.
"We must go! We absolutely have to go to this market today!"
He immediately got up and carefully put the century-old Qingxin Grass he had picked a few days ago, as well as several unusable low-grade magic tools and materials he had obtained from Chen Tianhe's cave into a separate storage bag.
Selling elixirs is a good cover.
"However, safety comes first."
Lin Chuan pondered.
The day before yesterday, Ren Qingcai was ambushed and killed on his way back from the market. The sect must have strengthened its patrols.
No matter how bold that group of robbers is, they would never dare to make another move within the territory of Huangfeng Valley in the short term.
Going to the market at this time is actually relatively safe.
Without further hesitation, Lin Chuan changed into his ordinary blue disciple robes and checked his belongings: the Azure Cloud Sword was hidden in his sleeve, several talismans were placed close to his body, and the White Feather Magic Weapon hung at his waist.
He took a deep breath, pushed open the courtyard gate, and flew towards the mountain gate in a flash of light.