Different World: The Devil's Coming

"Ah? Me? Really?"

"Nonsense, how about I pay your bill first?"

The alchemist couldn't believe it. After all, although he was only a second-level alchemist, there were still many potions on the stall, and many of them were second-level potions. Seeing Mo Fan's youthful and energetic appearance, the alchemist was ready to order more...

"Okay, that's three gold coins in total. Thanks for the trouble, brother."

"...Do you think I really don't know the value of things? I have all the fourth-tier potions in my bag. Do you think I don't know the price of potions? I'll give you one more chance, or I'll leave."

Mo Fan said as he took out a bottle of fourth-level quick-acting red medicine from his bag and showed it to the alchemist.

And he didn't mean to deceive the man, but he knew the price. A bottle of third-level potion cost one gold, and a bottle of fourth-level potion cost ten gold. In comparison, a bottle of second-level potion cost only ten silver coins at most.

There were only five bottles of second-level potions on the ground. It seemed that the effect was only average. Thirty silver was enough. And three golds were enough. Mo Fan was getting angrier and angrier. He didn't want to stay any longer. If he wasn't afraid of exposing his identity, he would have slapped his head to the ground. But for the sake of this soft mud, he stayed.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother, don't be nervous. It's just a joke. How about this, just give me fifty silver coins, okay?"

Although the price was still high, Mo Fan was too lazy to argue. He gave him the money and asked him indifferently what the soft mud was. He thought that if he continued to hesitate, he would just throw it on the ground, regardless of whether it was exposed or not.

"Now answer my question, is this thing what he said it is? If I find out that you are lying... believe me, you will regret it."

While speaking, Mo Fan even used his magic eye to oppress the alchemist's mind.

As for whether the Demon Eye would be discovered? From my mother Qin Qianqian, I learned that some human families also have some powerful abilities from their bloodline, including some pupil skills. So the difference in the eyes will not arouse other people's suspicion, as long as it does not unleash the power unique to the demon race.

After all, Mo Fan is a human-demon hybrid, and his demon is the bloodline of the Demon King. So he usually uses his power in human form. Although he can also use the power of the demon clan, he is still more like a human. Only by bursting out the power of the demon king's bloodline can he better show some of the talents of the demon clan.

"Okay... okay. This is indeed called Qianbian, and it can indeed be transformed through refining and branding, so it is named Qianbian.

Absorbing ores can also increase quality, but the problem is that it can only absorb the same level or lower level. There is a small probability that lower level can be absorbed, and an extremely small probability of absorbing the same level. As for how to determine this probability, no one knows it yet. Moreover, if the absorption fails, Qianbian will not be improved at all, but the absorbed ore will definitely be damaged into an ordinary stone.

Magic crystals can increase properties, but the probability is extremely low. Currently, there is only one successful case recorded..."

The alchemist took a deep breath and managed to finish the long string of words in a relatively calm tone.

"Hey, little brother, I'm not lying to you, am I? And this Qianbian is more than that. Because it is so soft, people often use it as a pillow, a quilt, or to meet physiological needs. It is indeed a must-have for home and travel. And..."

"Okay, okay, you name a price. If I think it's okay, I'll take it. If it's too expensive, I'll leave."

Mo Fan interrupted the vendor for the third time. He had figured out that the Thousand Changes was indeed a good thing, but it was too expensive to train. Basically, no one could afford it. After all, no one would be so idle as to use it to change so many weapons. Most people only refined one weapon. If it was just one weapon, it would be better to just hire someone to forge one. So the Thousand Changes became a bottomless pit.

But since it can be found everywhere, I think it is a relatively common thing. After all, the boss also said that there is nothing wrong with treating it as an ordinary object.

But for Mo Fan, a time traveler or a reborn person, this is not a problem. His father is the Demon King, and his grandfather is the King of Qin. The resources are not inexhaustible, but they are quite abundant. Even if it doesn't work, he can wait for a few years until he is strong enough to explore the continent slowly. Then one day he can make it grow. And if it can really change at will, then it can be used as an invisible cloak in a critical moment. For example, lying on the wall, using the thousands of changes to simulate the wall color to cover yourself...

"Hmm... in that case... how about one gold coin?"

"make a deal."

Mo Fan did not hesitate too much. Even if he could lower the price, he was too lazy to try. After all, one gold coin was within his acceptable range. In fact, he had originally planned to pay less than ten gold coins, but he did not expect...

The vendor was stunned for a moment, then stupidly caught the gold coin thrown by Mo Fan, seeming to regret having reported too little.

Mo Fan ignored him, put Qianbian into his storage bag and walked into the hotel.

After checking in and lying on the bed, Mo Fan finally relaxed. It's not that the hotel is necessarily safe, but for a hotel to be opened in this place, it must be quite powerful. In addition, the room rate is not cheap, a full ten silver coins, so there must be some protection fees in it.

Therefore, Mo Fan could relax completely. He took out Qianbian, a slime-like ore, and it lay softly in his hand. Mo Fan looked at it quietly, as if he was thinking about how to use it to maximize its benefits. As a weapon? As a prop?

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. After all, he was too weak now. So he stood up and started to refine it.

As the magic power in his body poured into Qianbian, Mo Fan seemed to be able to feel a slight connection between himself and it. As the refining deepened, the connection gradually became clearer. When it was completely refined, Mo Fan opened his eyes. The originally grayish-white Qianbian in front of him had now turned dark purple. This seemed to be the color of Mo Fan's magic power? However, it seemed that the color could change depending on the magic power Mo Fan input.

However, refining has its limits. If the material is not branded through this connection after refining, the magic power in the material will dissipate over time.

It can be understood as a material like a water cup. If you pour water into it, the water is yours. You can drink it yourself or give it to others, but the premise is that others can accept your water, or the water evaporates after a while. But if you put a brand on it, it is equivalent to covering the water cup with a lid, and it is a lid with a password. In this way, unless someone is stronger than you and opens it by force, or you take the initiative to open the lid, otherwise only you can drink the water, even if someone takes it away from you.

Without hesitation, Mo Fan branded Qianbian. The connection suddenly became clear, and then he tried to transform Qianbian into a sword.

As Qianbian moved, it slowly began to resemble a sword, with a hilt and a blade. It was just a little strange, maybe because of a lack of imagination? Or a lack of mental strength? This sword was more... rounded. This sword was a cylinder, and the two conical things protruding from the bottom were the hilt.

Looking at the sword in front of him, Mo Fan was speechless, but he still tried a few more times, just to exercise his imagination. After trying a few times, he put it away, after all, there is a long way to go. At present, it seems that Qianbian is indeed something. However, because of the branding, it will occupy a part of the mental power, so this is not worth it in the eyes of others.