From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

The strange fire rose, and suddenly, a magnificent light bloomed from the furnace and flames rose, indicating that the Jianhua artifact was successful.

The divine weapon itself is mainly divided into two parts, the body of the weapon and the master. Now it is just an empty shell. Only when it carries the master's Tao and Dharma, it can be a real divine weapon. This is also the reason why he can refine it.

The furnace opened, a beam of light shot up into the sky, smoke curled up, and a long sword flashing with three colors of light appeared, the Xiaoyuan Sword.

The weapon refiners around widened their eyes. They did not expect that Ying Chuan could refine the Xiao Yuan Sword with only the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul stage. However, they also realized that Ying Chuan was not simple.

"Excuse me young friend, but...?" asked the leader. Shadows are relatively confidential, and without an identity, one is not qualified to know.

Yingchuan nodded and took back the Xiaoyuan Sword, which could be sold for a good price.

"That's enough," Yingchuan said calmly.

"Of course! Since you are from that place, you must come here to gain experience. It is really an honor!" The one in the lead had a very good attitude towards Yingchuan.

Yingchuan didn't care and talked to him about the position and salary.

Although this is far from satisfying him, it can help him hide his identity and provide a certain amount of cover. After all, those big forces are okay, but the demon clan wants to kill them in their dreams, so they have to be guarded against. In addition, participating in battles from time to time is enough to consume his energy.

Finally, they decided on a monthly wage of seven hundred top-grade spirit stones.

Don't underestimate it. Yingchuan normally consumes only four high-quality spirit stones a day, and he is alone. Excluding other expenses, this is more than enough. After deducting the consumption, there are still two to three hundred left every month. Adding Yingchuan's other income, this is completely enough.

With this, Yingchuan found a job that completely matched his goals and officially became a resident of the city.

Due to strategic and historical reasons, this city attracted a large number of monks, and most of the garrison troops also lived here. It was a mixed crowd, and like Shanghai in the previous life, the consumption was quite high.

He chose a separate refining room and moved into it.

A sword flew out from between his eyebrows, the Xiaoyao Sword. Yingchuan took out the Nascent Soul he had obtained before and began to refine it.

The sword has undergone decades of nurturing and a large number of Nascent Soul sacrifices and refinements, and it already has a certain spirituality. Now it has given birth to spiritual consciousness. Ying Chuan can clearly feel the spirit in the sword.

A man who looked similar to him appeared. This was the sword spirit, with a sharp aura evident.

It nodded to Yingchuan, and then disappeared. The sword spirit's consciousness was very huge, and it absorbed a large amount of spiritual power. It was far beyond the level of ordinary Nascent Soul devices and was comparable to a divine device.

It is said that after the spirit of the weapon has cultivated its life with that of its master, once it reaches a "point", it can become equivalent to the master's second life and can become a scapegoat.

After everything was ready, Yingchuan left and left Ying Zichuan here.

In fact, he could have created a second clone like Ying Zijian, but this would be very costly and the effect would not be proportional to the investment, so there was no need for it.

Yingchuan changed back into that outfit again, and his subconscious mind thought that this was what he looked like.

Yingchuan came to a "library" with a purpose. Yes, it was a "library", a scripture repository.

He knows very little about the world, just the basics, which will be a great hindrance to his future actions.

He gave ten middle-grade spirit stones. When they entered, the air was filled with the fragrance of books and it was very quiet.

He picked up a book called "Tongshi", which can be said to be an encyclopedia, with a relatively complete record of major dynasties and major regions.

He started to comprehend directly, putting his mind into it.

A tree appeared in his mind, and each leaf was a world, which was the embodiment of the great world.

There are many small worlds, which are connected by star gates. Monks can go to different small worlds through the star gates. Of course, this is not the main body. The real main body is the central domain, which is equivalent to the main body of the world tree.

The small world is independent, connected by the Central Region, and is composed of countless continents. No, it should be divided into countless continents, and the Empire is built on thirty-three continents,...

(I have thought of several versions, and this one is a bit vague, but I refer to "Perfect World". If there are any problems, please don't worry too much. There are some places that I haven't thought clearly, and I won't say more here.)

Yingchuan has a clear understanding of the world, and what he sees and hears now is just a drop in the bucket.

In a flash, he opened the void and returned to the Blue Sky Pavilion, asking his clone to earn spirit stones for him so that he could free up more time.

At this time, there were already more than ten people in the Bikong Pavilion. They were all its members. They were dressed differently and had a strong aura. They were not simple and were worth making friends with. Yingchuan had a plan in his mind.

He entered and took the initiative to greet them.

They also understood this logic. Since he had given them a way out, there was no reason not to take it.

They took the initiative to start a conversation, and if you didn't know them, you would think they were old friends who had known each other for a long time.

They introduced themselves to each other. A dozen people sat in the pavilion, while Yingchuan sat on a Hu chair. The atmosphere was a bit awkward as he was not good at expressing himself.

"Brother Dao, you should be those three people," said Yang Mandao, a young man with a heroic look but not a burly build.

"Brother Yang, is there anything I can help you with?" Ying Chuan asked.

"Nothing much, I just heard that Brother Dao's record is terrifying, so I want to take a look," Yang Man said, his fighting spirit revealed. In fact, not only him, they all wanted to test Ying Chuan's strength.

"Okay, since you have this intention, I will accompany you," Yingchuan knew what he meant. At this time, it would be best not to retreat, otherwise, his future days would be difficult, which was not what he wanted to see.

It's not that you can't be sharp, it depends on the situation. Don't hide it in this situation.

Everyone got excited and were immediately teleported to a space, the boundless starry sky, where everyone appeared. This was a small space specially opened up by the Demon-Suppressing Pass, which was specifically used for their battle.

Several array patterns appeared on Yang Man's body, all of which were powerful arrays. Even Ying Chuan would have to spend some effort to defeat them. He did not practice martial arts first, but instead, in order to be safe, he cast an ordinary secret technique to test the waters.

However, Yingchuan caught it with one hand, so they didn't take it seriously. The momentum of both sides collided invisibly, and both wanted to seize the initiative. After all, this was equivalent to an advantage.

The next moment, the two of them moved. Thunder and lightning formed a thunder domain. Tens of thousands of thunders burst out, the void was shattered, and boundless murderous intent surged.

A white light appeared, and an iron spear was thrown out. It was extremely simple, but different.