Chapter 8: Green Reaping Sword (Seeking Recommendations)
Chapter 8: Green Reaping Sword (Seeking Recommendations)
“A Divine Intent Diagram? ! ”
Lu She roared in anger, “How audacious, to covet my Red Snake Martial Arts Hall’s secret legacy? ”
The muscles in his legs bulged, and an unnatural, deep red appeared on his skin, as if he was about to attack without another word.
“It’s just a mere Divine Intent Diagram. How many of your hall’s inner-chamber disciples have seen it? How many have achieved Blood-Qi Transformation, and how many have successfully cultivated true force? ”
Mu Cang Long slowly shook his head.
For a martial arts hall, martial arts techniques could always be sold, provided the price was right.
In his view, Lu She’s behavior was merely an attempt to inflate his own value.
“Master Lu. ”
Lu She: “. . . ”
At this moment, the Red Snake Hall Master seemed to finally understand why even She Lei had gone red in the eyes and targeted his own martial arts hall apprentices.
This Young Master Fang was truly a fat sheep, just like the rumors said!
Finally, Lu She spoke, his voice dry, “Deal! ”
It wasn't that he didn't want to haggle, but simply that the other party offered too much.
...
“The Red Snake Leg Divine Intent Diagram! ”
Inside a quiet room.
Fang Xi gazed at the animal hide in his hand, a frown on his brow.
On the hide, there were only chaotic lines, like an ink-splashed landscape painting, rendered with just a few strokes yet eerily lifelike, depicting a scene within a mountain forest.
And within that mountain forest, on the grassy ground, twisted curves like slithering snakes crisscrossed, making one’s scalp tingle.
“It’s said that one must achieve the third stage of Blood-Qi Transformation in the Eight Snake Movements before being able to comprehend this Divine Intent Diagram. It truly holds some profound secrets. ”
Fang Xi nodded slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
This Divine Intent Diagram was exceptionally peculiar; a simple copy would absolutely fail to capture its divine intent.
Only true core disciples of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall, by diligently practicing day and night while observing it, could possibly cultivate true force!
“However, that only applies to ordinary painters. ”
The next moment, Fang Xi flipped his palm, revealing a blank jade slip.
He pressed the jade slip to his forehead and extended his Divine Consciousness, meticulously imprinting the Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram onto it, bit by bit.
This was how cultivators recorded secret techniques!
Regardless of the type of ancient text or diagram. . . it could ensure a 'replicated' effect, even retaining the original essence and lifelike quality!
‘Since this Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram was originally drawn by a human, it means it can be produced. Mortals cannot copy it because their strength and realm are insufficient. . . My use of a cultivator’s Divine Consciousness for replication is a bit of a cheat. . . ’
A moment later, Fang Xi looked at the Divine Intent Diagram within his jade slip and sighed with emotion.
If he were merely in this Da Liang world, perhaps only a martial artist who had cultivated the Red Snake Leg to an extremely profound realm could attempt to depict this Divine Intent Diagram.
But now, he had accomplished it with ease.
‘Lu She agreed because he thought I couldn’t copy or memorize it quickly, right? ’
‘Now, he must have severely miscalculated. ’
Thinking this, Fang Xi couldn't help but feel immensely satisfied. He went out to return the Divine Intent Diagram, letting Lu She inspect it, and even offered a thank-you gift.
Lu She turned the Divine Intent Diagram over and over, confirming it was the genuine article, then cupped his fist directly, “The mountains are high and the road is long, we shall meet again! ”
“We shall meet again! ”
Fang Xi knew that this person would certainly hold a grudge over this matter, but it didn't concern him at all.
After all, the true legacy of the Red Snake Leg was now in his hands, and there would be no need to seek this person's help in the future.
He had to admit, after arriving in Da Liang, Fang Xi’s reservations had indeed diminished greatly.
...
In a flash, half a month passed.
South Barrens Cultivation World.
Fang Xi gazed at the melting snow outside his house, extending a hand under the eaves to catch a drop of snow water. “Winter turns to spring, brewing tea with snow water—that’s one of life’s great pleasures. ”
Half a month had passed since the last incident. He had officially abandoned the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall and joined the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, receiving daily training from Mu Piao Miao. His White Cloud Palm could now be considered to have just reached initial mastery.
In the South Barrens, the fervor around Purple Mystical Mountain was far from over, and the prices of various talismans and artifacts were soaring.
Speaking of which, Fang Xi had made a small profit on his last talisman purchase – they had all increased in price by now.
“No, if I haven't sold them, it doesn't count as profit, and I won’t sell. . . ”
Fang Xi sighed and headed to the market town.
To his surprise, the place was far more bustling than half a month ago, with a large influx of cultivators cramming the various stalls.
However, the prices of talismans and artifacts—items that could immediately boost combat power—had begun to plummet.
Correspondingly, there were many new stalls selling materials from the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm. Fang Xi merely glanced at them, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
That so-called remnant magical treasure from within the mystic realm—wasn't that the same piece that old man Huang had sold in the market town before? The kind of thing specifically used to swindle newbies.
In addition, there was a large quantity of fakes mixed in, as if overnight, every stall owner had become a mystic realm winner.
Clearly, ninety-nine percent of these items were fakes!Even if they were genuine, Fang Xi couldn't afford them.
Thus, he maintained a good attitude, merely looking around before mingling with the crowd to inquire about news.
“Damn it! ”
“The Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm is a heavenly opportunity, so why are the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley preventing us rogue cultivators from entering? ”
Many cultivators were indignant, and Fang Xi understood.
It turned out the Situ Clan had acted. Not only that, they had allied with a nearby Foundation Establishment power—the Red Leaf Valley—to seal off Purple Mystical Mountain. These rogue cultivators could only return empty-handed.
It was said that the other party had even deployed Foundation Establishment grand cultivators, leaving Qi Refinement cultivators to sigh in despair.
“Looking at it this way, Old Mai Tou should be back by now, right? Spring harvest is coming soon. . . ”
Fang Xi mused as he browsed the stalls.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, perhaps he could fulfill his long-held wish: to acquire a low-grade artifact at a low price!
He went from stall to stall. Many of the artifacts on display now were damaged, some even stained with blood, clearly either obtained through illicit means or having survived fierce battles.
And. . . the prices were still too high for him.
Fang Xi wasn’t annoyed and continued to casually browse.
Suddenly, his footsteps halted before a stall, staring blankly at a flying sword artifact on display.
This artifact was merely a first-order, low-grade item, shaped like a green stalk of grain, thirteen inches long. Its surface had several chips, indicating considerable damage.
Most importantly, Fang Xi recognized this flying sword artifact!
It was none other than the prized personal sword Old Mai Tou had kept hidden!
With this item appearing here, Old Mai Tou’s fate was self-evident.
Fang Xi sighed internally, then glanced at the stall owner, a large man in black clothes, his face obscured by a veil, radiating a menacing aura.
‘Perhaps Old Mai Tou died at this person’s hands. ’
As Fang Xi mused, the man in black seemed to sense something and looked at Fang Xi. “Young man. . . have you taken a fancy to something of mine? ”
His voice was low, carrying a dangerous undertone.
“Yes, may I ask the price of this low-grade artifact flying sword? ” Fang Xi probed.
“An ordinary low-grade artifact sells for five to ten spirit stones. I’ll give you a discount on this flying sword, four spirit stones,” the man in black replied.
“Fellow Daoist, don’t make fun of me. ” A look of urgency appeared on Fang Xi’s face. “This artifact is already on the verge of breaking, and with artifacts currently falling in price, four spirit stones are truly too high. . . ”
“Then how much will you offer? ” Clearly, the man in black had just quoted a random price to fleece a rich mark. Upon hearing Fang Xi’s words, he immediately changed his tune.
If he truly stuck to four spirit stones, this artifact would likely never sell.
“One spirit stone! ”
Fang Xi thought for a moment and held up a single finger.
“Are you making fun of me? ” The man in black was displeased. “At least three spirit stones! ”
“Look at this artifact, the array patterns have cracks, so its spiritual power might not flow smoothly. And there are chips on the blade; it might break if you clash swords with someone. . . ” Since he was in the market town, Fang Xi was a little bolder and dared to haggle.
After some bargaining, the deal was finally struck for two spirit stones and three spirit crystals.
Fang Xi’s face was filled with pain, as he meticulously rummaged through all his small, scattered spirit crystals to finally gather enough to buy the ‘Green Reaping Sword’.
In truth, this purchase of the artifact flying sword had indeed depleted all his reserves. For a period, he wouldn't even be able to afford spirit rice, only ordinary mortal rice.
But Fang Xi was willing and felt it was well worth it.
If not for the current market chaos and the plummeting prices of artifacts, acquiring a low-grade artifact would not have been so easy.
...
Shantytown.
Back in his room, with the door shut, Fang Xi took out the Green Reaping Sword.
He gazed at the flying sword, his expression shifting. The cold gleam from the blade reflected on Fang Xi’s face, bringing a unique sensation.
After a long while, Fang Xi set down the flying sword. “I never thought. . . my first artifact would come from Old Mai Tou. ”
Recalling the scene where Old Mai Tou took out his flying sword and fought desperately, Fang Xi couldn't help but inwardly sigh with emotion, and even more so, warn himself never to follow Old Mai Tou’s path.
He possessed a golden finger, so in the future, when dealing with matters, he must leave himself an escape route and absolutely not risk his life for petty gains!
“Fortunately, the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley allied to quell the disturbance. ”
Fang Xi put away the Green Reaping Sword, intending to head to the Da Liang world tomorrow to properly learn how to control artifacts.
At the same time, he felt a little relieved.
The previous chaotic environment and restless populace truly displeased Fang Xi.
If the unrest continued, he was even prepared to leave the market town for a while to avoid danger.
“Even now, it’s not particularly safe. ”
Fang Xi scanned his surroundings and made a decision in his heart!
He would dig a hole, a cellar, and ideally prepare an escape tunnel!
This was a huge project, but it could be done slowly.
And in the future, his inter-world travel could take place in the cellar!
This would be another layer of concealment.
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