Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 119 Zhang Sheng
Qinglifang was bustling with people, and monks were coming and going, each holding spiritual objects.

Liu Xiaowen sat in a shop, feeling the spiritual energy around him, with an expression of emotion. The spiritual energy in Qinglifang alone was much greater than that of several spiritual peaks in Luoqing.

[Jianqing Shop] is the shop opened by the temple in Qinglifang, which sells homemade elixirs, magical instruments, etc.

This shop is not big, but due to the unrest in the north in recent years, many independent cultivators have fled to Chiyun, and the number of cultivators has increased a lot, so there is no need to worry about sales.

In terms of refining equipment alone, Dachi Temple, which has two refiners, is definitely the best in Chiyun South. "Binghuo" is the preferred Taoist school for refining equipment, and the temple also has the refining skills passed down by the Wang family. Houhuo Hall can already produce ordinary fetal breathing and Qi refining level magic tools stably.

"If either of the Zhu and Chen families agrees, they can occupy more sacred space in the temple and open a pavilion or a floor, which would be much better than this small shop now."

There are three fellow disciples working beside Liu Xiaowen, responsible for selling spiritual objects and counting the proceeds. The Qi-refining practitioners in the sect will take turns to come here and take charge in case anyone causes trouble. This month, Liu Xiaowen is on duty here.

Ever since the Zhu and Chen families faded into obscurity, independent cultivators have poured in. The plain is no longer as peaceful as before. Many of them are aggressive and belligerent. Although it has not affected the local families and sects for the time being, it is hard to say what will happen if an independent cultivator comes out to establish his foundation.

The plaque of this shop was flashing with lightning and scattering sword energy. It was carved by Xu Xuan himself. The power of the foundation-building sword cultivator was so great that the casual cultivators passing by didn't dare to even think about it.

Looking at a treasure building not far away, [Chenyuan Building], it was opened by the Duan family. It mainly sells formation plates, talismans and the like, as well as some spiritual objects and medicines.

This family's business is so good that it surpasses all others, even the Zhu family's [Xiangyuan Building] cannot compare. The Chen family has closed the mountain, and the [Weifeng Pavilion] originally established in Qinglifang has been closed.

While practicing, Liu Xiaowen watched the wandering practitioners coming and going on the street, from all over the world, there were all kinds of people.

Liu Xiaowen liked watching these people coming and going, and wondering in his heart about their experiences and how they got here.

The one with a gloomy face holding a precious sword has a grudge, the one riding a donkey upside down and drunk to death is a hidden master, and the man riding a giant turtle must be a demon in disguise.

Liu Xiaowen has been practicing Taoism for a long time, but he still maintains his childhood interest. He quietly assigns identities to the casual practitioners passing by to entertain himself.

"What magical tools are useful?"

A hesitant voice brought Liu Xiao back to his senses. He saw a frail young man standing in front of him, with a frown on his face. He was wearing a white robe and looked quite scholarly. His cultivation level was obvious, and he was at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Liu Xiaowen is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining now. With the help of seal characters, he is practicing very fast, even faster than Fa Yan, who has a spiritual root of one foot and two inches. He is about to break through to the fifth level and is expected to break through to the sixth level at the age of thirty.

Liu Xiaowen quickly suppressed his surprise, fearing that he might be impolite, and said with a smile:

"What kind of magical weapon do you want, please make a request first, and I will find it for you."

From the perspective of his fellow disciples, Liu Xiaowen asked a few others to continue their work while he personally received this person.

The other person had a worried look on his face and a sorrowful look in his eyes. Liu Xiaowen had already identified him in his mind.

Most likely he was a scholar trapped in love. When he was a child, he often listened to the nonsense of the village elders, and he was familiar with the romantic stories between scholars and ladies since he was a child.

Feeling that the other party had reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, Liu Xiaowen immediately overturned this idea. This was a cultivator.

"At this age, with such a high level of cultivation, who would look down on you? Cultivating immortals is not like taking the imperial examination. You won't know if you don't make it to the gold list."

The frail young man obviously had not expected Liu Xiaowen to be so active in the mind. His frown slightly relaxed as he said:
"I want to find a cold blade that is fast enough to break the body of a dharma, and kill people quickly."

When Liu Xiao heard that there was a business coming, he hurriedly took out the shop catalog and looked through it. The other party was looking for a magic sword. It seemed that he had asked the right place. The temple was best at refining magic swords.

There are still three low-grade Qi-refining magic swords and one mid-grade Qi-refining magic sword in the shop, all waiting to be sold.

"Fellow Daoist, you have finally found the right place. We are experts in refining magic swords."

Liu Xiaowen turned the catalog to the magic sword column and handed it to the man to look at. He was slightly moved. Magic swords are expensive, but there is a lot of profit in it.

"My name is Liu Xiaowen from Dachiguan. May I know your name?"

He gave his name in a deep voice and looked at the other party.

"My name is Zhang Yu, a casual cultivator from the East China Sea."

Although Liu Xiaowen had heard of the East China Sea, this was the first time he had seen someone from here. It was truly rare.

"The East China Sea is extremely far away from Chiyun. Fellow Daoist has traveled through most of the Li Kingdom. That's truly impressive."

Liu Xiaowen looked at Zhang Yu again with some admiration. The situation in Li Country was unstable, but he was able to travel so far with his Qi-refining body. It seemed that he was a man of some means.

Zhang Yu still looked half dead. He glanced at it and pointed directly at the mid-level Qi Refining Sword, sighing:

"I want this one."

[Baihe] is a mid-grade magic sword made by Qi refining. It is mainly made of spiritual objects of the "Gengjin" element. It is extremely sharp and can break through the body of a magician. It also has the golden energy to kill and destroy all life, which is exactly what Zhang Yu required.

Liu Xiao heard the other party's decisiveness and guessed that he was a generous person, so he asked:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang Yu, do you want to pay with spirit stones, or exchange it with spirit objects?" "I don't have spirit stones, so I'll exchange it with spirit objects."

Liu Xiao heard the response and took out the Baihe sword. The whole sword was filled with golden energy and was extremely sharp.

Zhang Yu took the magic sword, looked at it carefully, and casually took out a sky-blue gem and placed it on the counter.

"I don't know the price of this bead. Is it enough?"

Liu Xiaowen picked up the sky-blue gem. It was translucent, like glass. When he got closer, he could hear the sound of waves. It seemed that there was some kind of spiritual water inside.

It's a foundation-building spiritual object, and an extremely rare one at that. I'm afraid that with a little sacrifice and refinement, it can be transformed into a magic weapon.

This thing is too valuable. Liu Xiaowen has seen many foundation-building spiritual objects in the temple, but none of them are as valuable as this one.

At this time, Liu Xiaowen did not let greed cloud his mind, but put down the pearl and said in a deep voice:

"This orb is extremely valuable. It's hard to exchange it for an ordinary low-grade foundation-building artifact. Fellow Daoist Zhang is wasting it by exchanging it for this [White River]."

He didn't know the other party's origin, but he was unwilling to take advantage of it easily. Unless the other party was a fool, he would never exchange this thing for a Qi-refining magic sword.

"It doesn't matter. I have no use for this bead."

Zhang Yu's expression gradually turned cold, and he spoke weakly. He raised the magic sword, his magic power vibrated, and the golden energy surged.

Liu Xiaowen thought the other party was about to attack, so he immediately pulled out his Fire Tiger Fang.

The other party simply activated the Baihe Sword, the golden energy surged, and he madly poured in magic power, almost destroying the sword. Then, the man raised the Baihe Sword and stabbed it quickly towards his heart.

"No!"

Liu Xiaowen had no idea that the other party was going to commit suicide, and he was about to dissuade him, saying that at least he should die somewhere else, otherwise it would be unlucky.

Zhang Yu's expression was resolute, and he shouted with deep emotion:
"Lian'er."

The rioting magic sword turned into a surging river of golden energy. He had removed the protection of his magic body and allowed the sharp energy to hit his heart directly.

A ball of white light exploded, and Liu Xiaowen waved his hand to raise a curtain of fire, thus blocking the rioting golden energy.

'Where did this madman come from?'

Liu Xiaowen was speechless. This man was very generous. Logically, after selling the magic sword, he could do whatever he wanted with it. But he immediately committed suicide in front of the shop. What kind of trick was this?
The white light dissipated and the golden energy calmed down. Liu Xiaowen had already expected to see a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

At the cost of destroying a mid-grade Qi-refining magic sword, he stabbed his own heart without any effort. Liu Xiaowen believed that if this happened, he would definitely be dead.

Many wandering cultivators around exclaimed in surprise. Liu Xiaowen was quick to take the sky-blue gem and looked ahead.

Zhang Yu's original white robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, only the hilt of the magic sword remained, and golden energy still remained on his body.

The opponent's heart was intact and his skin was glowing. Zhang Yu activated his magic power and red fire rose up. He was actually cultivating "Bing Fire". His clothes returned to their original state in an instant.

Zhang Yu muttered a few words, seemingly complaining about the magic sword. Liu Xiaowen just thought that he was some hidden master who came to the mortal world to play games.

After thinking for a while, Liu Xiaowen took out the blue gem and said:
"Fellow Daoist, just give me some spiritual objects for refining Qi. This precious pearl is precious, but it burns my hands."

Zhang Yu didn't put it away. When he saw the plaque of the shop, his expression brightened as if he had discovered some treasure.

"Sword energy."

He said this foolishly, and suddenly looked straight at Liu Xiaowen.

"Could Fellow Daoist Liu introduce me to the owner of this sword energy and have him stab me?"

Zhang Yu looked sincere as he casually took out three more beads, each different from the others.

One is like a deep lake, one contains life, and the remaining one is unclear in clarity or turbidity, each clearly representing a virtue of water.

Liu Xiaowen no longer had any greed at this moment, but instead felt a fear rising from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to feel an invisible force telling him to accept the spirit pearl and introduce Zhang Yu to his master.

He stuffed the sky blue gem back directly, his expression cold, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, please leave. We cannot afford your business."

(End of this chapter)