txolops Chapter 32 Monster Corpses
Chapter 32 Monster Corpses
"It seems the problem really isn't with the magic formula."
He muttered to himself, then waved his hand, scattering the two beast spirits.
The items extracted by Xiaoding Recycling do indeed have something "different" about them.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what that "difference" was.
However, the Six-Si Spirit Fire and the remnant soul of the Black Crow can be fused together to create a Fire Crow with true intelligence.
The fact that the results of both attempts at refining the items using the same technique were unsatisfactory is no coincidence.
"You'll have to try a few more times."
After pondering for a moment, Chen Bai decided to go to the market himself.
Buy a few complete early-stage Nascent Soul demon beast corpses and have Xiao Ding collect and extract them.
Only by verifying it from the source can we understand the specific function of the small tripod.
Kokenyama Market, North Street.
The streets were bustling with noise, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood and fur.
The streets were lined with stalls of all sizes, some of which had whole monster corpses lying under them, their blood still wet and emitting a faint spiritual light.
Several burly butchers were skinning and dismembering one of the monsters, their knives gleaming coldly. The sounds of bones breaking and shouts mingled together, creating a lively scene.
Chen Bai walked from one end of North Street to the other, getting a general idea of what was available that day.
The first stall at the street corner was the largest, and the stall owner was a bald, burly man who looked like a wandering cultivator practicing the fetal breathing technique.
The burly man, shirtless with a shiny leather apron around his chest, was gutting a red-maned wild boar that was half his height.
The wild boar had crimson bristles all over its body, and its two tusks were about a foot long, crystal clear like jade, and emitted a faint spiritual light.
The bald, burly man skillfully sliced open the abdomen, and steaming internal organs gushed into the wooden basin below, splashing up a spray of blood.
"A Crimson-Maned Boar I just hunted, in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm! Its demon core is intact, its fangs can be used to create magical artifacts, and its fur can be used to make soft armor. Come and take a look!"
As the bald, burly man greeted customers, he pulled a fist-sized crimson demon core from the wild boar's abdomen, wiped the blood off his apron, and placed it on the stall.
The demon core of this kind of monster has a similar effect to spirit stones, but it contains many impurities and cannot be used directly for cultivation. It is generally used as an auxiliary material when refining magical artifacts.
Chen Bai walked over and squatted down to examine it.
This red-maned boar had indeed died recently, and traces of its extremely sharp fetal breath remained at the wound site—it was an extremely thin sword mark that pierced through the boar's left eye, went straight through its skull, and killed it instantly.
The fur around the sword mark was charred black, with faint traces of flames.
Chen Bai examined the wild boar and found that the remaining spiritual energy within its body had not completely dissipated, and was at approximately the level of the early stage of fetal breathing.
"Was it the swordsman's doing?" he asked casually.
"Fellow Daoist has a sharp eye."
The bald, burly man grinned. "This demonic beast was hunted this morning by Senior Brother Lu, an outer disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect. He killed it with a single sword strike, and the wound is perfectly clean. If you want it, take the whole thing for three hundred spirit stones."
Chen Bai pondered for a moment, touched the pouch at his waist, and asked, "What's the price of this demon core?"
The burly man paused for a moment, then waved his large, fan-like hand: "If you really want to buy it, take it for ten spirit stones."
"That's natural."
Chen Bai nodded, happily took out ten spirit stones, and put the fist-sized crimson demon core into his pocket.
Continue walking in.
The stalls in the middle of the street are smaller than those at the street corner, but they sell a wider variety of goods.
Chen Bai stopped in front of a stall with a sign that read "Sanshan Hunting Grounds".
The stall owner was a tall, thin, wandering monk with a goatee under his chin and shrewd triangular eyes.
He was squatting on the ground, brushing the fur of a bull-shaped monster with a bluish-gray body and four thick, short legs.
The bull demon was over ten feet long, with a pair of curved blue horns on its forehead, from which a faint blue light shimmered.
"Fellow Daoist, what kind of demon beast is this?" Chen Bai asked, pointing at the bull demon.
"The Wild Bull of the Green Wilderness"
The goatee-bearded rogue cultivator raised his head, glanced at Chen Bai, and said unhurriedly, "A demonic beast at the early stage of the embryonic breathing realm."
Fellow Daoist, look at this amazing leather...
He tapped the bull demon's back with his finger, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound, as if he were hitting a solid iron plate. "Even ordinary low-grade magic weapons can't cut through it."
These horns are even more valuable; when ground into powder, they can be used in medicine to strengthen muscles and bones, and when taken whole, they can be used as the main material for crafting magical artifacts.
But the most precious thing is this—
He pulled a millstone-sized piece of bull's treasure from the bull demon's abdomen.
This cow's bezoar is bright yellow, covered with fine, dense lines, like tree rings. It is slightly warm to the touch and feels smooth to the touch.
"This piece of bezoar is of excellent quality; it is a top-grade detoxifying agent and can be used as the main ingredient in refining detoxification pills. The whole cow plus this piece of bezoar."
"Five hundred spirit stones, fixed price. How about it?"
Chen Bai shook his head: "Too expensive."
"What you say is true, fellow Daoist."
The goat-bearded man wasn't in a hurry. He slowly pulled out a pipe from under the stall, lit it, and took a couple of puffs. "This Wild Green Bull is usually deep in the Ten Directions Mountains. You can't easily run into it."
Our hunting team waited for almost half a month to finally get this one, and five hundred spirit stones is already a fair price.
"If you find it too expensive, why don't you look at something else?"
He gestured towards the other end of the stall: "There's an Ironback Mountain Pangolin over there, in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Take it for 150 spirit stones. Fellow Daoist, take a look for yourself."
Chen Bai followed his gaze.
In the corner of the stall, in an iron cage, was a half-dead armored beast, about half a person's height, covered in dark scales, with a deep knife mark on its back that had almost cleaved it in two.
The armored beast lay in the cage, only exhaling and not inhaling, its eyes were cloudy, and its spiritual energy was so thin that it was almost imperceptible.
"This knife mark was made by a rogue cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He accidentally used too much force and almost ruined the entire nail."
Goat Beard exhaled a puff of smoke. "After you buy it, you can peel off the broken parts of the armor and use them as auxiliary materials to refine protective inner armor. The rest of the parts are not very useful."
However, let me make this clear from the start.
"We've already taken the demon core. The most valuable part of this Ironback Mountain Pangolin is its demon core, once its shell is broken."
Chen Bai squatted in front of the iron cage for a while, then leaned closer to smell it.
Besides the smell of blood, the armored beast also had a very faint earthy smell.
That was the earth's energy that the Ironback Mountain Pangolin had absorbed from its years of traversing underground.
Although the earth's energy is not particularly rare, the fact that it can be recovered by the small cauldron suggests that it might have some other uses.
"Fifty spirit stones."
"make a deal!"
The goatee-bearded rogue didn't haggle and agreed immediately.
He neatly accepted the spirit stones, dragged the Ironback Mountain Pangolin out of the iron cage, wrapped it haphazardly in a coarse linen cloth, and handed it to Chen Bai.
"It seems the price was too high." Chen Bai paused for a moment, then didn't leave immediately.
He weighed the Ironback Mountain Pangolin in his hand, estimating what the small cauldron could extract from the corpse of a demon beast in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He already had a few guesses in mind.
But he needs more materials for his experiments; one monster corpse isn't enough.