Forging Weapons, Purchasing Pills

"Buying all sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Magic Tools, Talismans..."

Song Chengan approached the stall.

The stall owner was a plump Taoist priest with a kind face.

"Young man, are you looking to sell something?"

Song Chengan took out the Demon Core.

"Daoist Priest, what is this Demon Core worth in Talisman Coins?"

The Daoist Priest took the Demon Core and examined it.

"A Demon Core from a Fish Demon of the Dao Seed Realm."

"Not a high cultivation level, fifty Talisman Coins."

The Daoist Priest said, holding up five fingers.

"So little?"

The Daoist Priest chuckled, "Is this your first time in the Ghost Market, young man?"

"If not, you'd know that my price is absolutely fair."

"Are you selling or not, young man?"

Song Chengan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

That's right.

The monster was taken down so easily by a novice like me. It probably wasn't any powerful monster.

"Here are fifty Talisman Coins."

The Daoist Priest took out a small bag of Talisman Coins and handed it to Song Chengan.

Song Chengan took it.

This is the currency of the Cultivation World.

One Talisman Coin can be exchanged for fifty Silver!

But unfortunately, it's hard to exchange fifty Silver for one Talisman Coin.

Because Talisman Coins are useful to cultivators, but gold and silver have limited uses.

He's poor.

Song Chengan sighed. He thought he was rich with Silver, but he didn't expect to still be poor in the Cultivation World.

After a moment of reflection, Song Chengan began to look around.

He wanted to forge a weapon.

The weapon he was currently using was just a random iron rod he had found.

He was quite used to it.

What kind of weapon should I get?

A sword?

A saber?

A spear?

It seems like all those dashing, heroic figures use swords. This makes Song Chengan hesitate.

With my looks, I should use a sword.

Song Chengan walked over to the blacksmith shop.

He had noticed this blacksmith shop a long time ago.

"Fellow Daoist, what kind of weapon do you want to forge?"

The blacksmith asked while instructing a young apprentice to stoke the flames.

Song Chengan had obtained the miscellaneous notes from the Yu family and had some understanding of Artifact Refining.

However, the weapons of cultivators weren't just about their physical form; they also needed to have Magic Formations inscribed on them.

The most complicated part was inscribing the Magic Formations.

Song Chengan didn't know how.

So, he had to seek help.

"I want to forge a weapon."

"Just an iron rod."

I'm already handsome enough, I don't need a sword.

"What style do you want, Fellow Daoist?" The blacksmith glanced at the iron rod on Song Chengan's back and then asked.

Song Chengan thought for a moment, "I don't know either."

"Do you have any recommendations?"

He naturally wanted to get a cooler one.

"Fellow Daoist, take a look, do you see anything you like?"

The man thought for a moment, then went inside and took out a book.

It contained all eighteen kinds of weapons.

He flipped to a few pages.

And said.

Song Chengan took it. It was a set of blueprints for cudgels.

There were descriptions next to them.

Such as what formations were carved onto them.

Song Chengan flipped back and forth between the pages.

He suffered from decision paralysis.

Finally, he settled on one.

"This one."

"Heavenly Master Demon Subduing Staff, you have a good eye, Fellow Daoist."

"This staff is carved with a Demon Subduing Formation, specifically for fighting demons, ghosts, and spirits. It's also forged from high-quality iron, making it powerful and heavy. It offers a significant advantage in ordinary combat."

"One staff costs five Talisman Coins to forge, and twenty to carve the formation."

"A total of twenty-five Talisman Coins."

"Come pick it up on the tenth of next month."

So expensive.

Song Chengan thought to himself.

Song Chengan paid the money and was about to leave.

But the blacksmith called out to him.

"Wait a moment, Fellow Daoist. Take this token. Come back with it next month to pick up your item."

As the blacksmith spoke, he handed a bamboo slip to Song Chengan.

Song Chengan took it and looked.

"This certifies that Fellow Daoist is having one Heavenly Master Demon Subduing Staff forged, to be picked up on the tenth of June."

"Thank you!"

Song Chengan cupped his fists in thanks.

"Water Escape Technique?"

"Hundred Herbs Pill?"

They were all so expensive.

Song Chengan's eyes glazed over as he looked at the items the vendors were selling.

But unfortunately, his purse was empty.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want a Spirit Essence Pill?"

Song Chengan looked over. It was an old monk.

He was wearing a patched robe.

It was a bit strange for a cultivator.

One had to know that cultivators were never short of gold and silver. Even Song Chengan, if he converted the Talisman Coins he had on hand into gold and silver now, would be considered a wealthy family in the city.

Yet this old monk was wearing a patched robe.

It was probably a patchwork robe.

Song Chengan thought to himself.

"How much is one of these Spirit Essence Pills?"

Song Chengan knew what Spirit Essence Pills were.

Cultivators needed spiritual energy to cultivate.

But most Spirit Veins were held by aristocratic families and sects.

Rogue cultivators couldn't even dream of them.

Therefore, Spirit Essence Pills became a very good substitute.

"Eight low-grade Spirit Essence Pills for one Talisman Coin,"

The old monk said.

He opened the pill furnace in front of him.

Inside were Spirit Essence Pills the size of soybeans.

This Old Monk.

Had amazing alchemy skills.

Those Spirit Essence Pills were all of excellent quality.

"Give me thirty."

Song Chengan took out three Talisman Coins.

During his previous cultivation, he had never used Spirit Essence Pills.

Of course, he hadn't cultivated much either.

Because at that time, he thought his Void Heaven Realm Illusionary Body could continue to increase his cultivation.

Now it seemed.

The Void Heaven Realm Illusionary Body could only comprehend spells and spiritual powers, not directly increase cultivation.

Improving one's cultivation realm could only be done by Song Chengan slowly cultivating himself.

When Song Chengan opened his eyes, he had already returned to Luo Family Village.

"Strange, with so many people in the Ghost Market, why didn't I see anyone else appear in Luo Family Village?"

Song Chengan was a little puzzled.

Given the number of people in the Ghost Market, he shouldn't be the only one here.

As far as he knew, there were quite a few cultivators in Lingqiu City.

Xuanqing Temple.

The Five Great Families.

The government.

All had cultivators.

He guessed that the Ghost Market had more than one entrance.

Song Chengan tidied himself up and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly looked back.

Outside the surrounding wall, a figure quickly shrank back.

It was that Wandering Ghost.

Song Chengan didn't make a move.

There was no need to make a wandering spirit that had never harmed anyone completely vanish.

He thought for a moment and shouted loudly, "There are all cultivators in here, don't come in."

"Be careful, you might be beaten into a soul-scattered mess if you go in."

After speaking, Song Chengan left.

A place like the Ghost Market, if a Wandering Ghost went there, it would be like going to the Palace of the King of Hell.

Speaking of which, was the Palace of the King of Hell dangerous for Wandering Ghosts?

Perhaps the Ghost Market was even more terrifying than the Palace of the King of Hell.

After all, if discovered by the experts in the Ghost Market, the Wandering Ghost's fate would only be to have its soul scattered.

Next, he had to find this Ancient Seal.

Song Chengan recalled the Ancient Seal that the River God Mother had asked him to find.

He had considered asking people in the Ghost Market just now.

But in the end, he abandoned the idea.

Could something that the River God Mother of the Tong Sheng River cared about be an ordinary item?

If he asked everyone he met, what would be the difference between that and asking about the Jin Yi Wei's prison on the street?

Stinky Tofu!

Song Chengan returned home in the morning.

He waited for Tianming at the city gate.

There was no choice.

Although he had cultivated, none of the spells he knew could allow him to sneak into Lingqiu City quietly.

"Stinky Tofu!"

"Stinky Tofu!"

"Two skewers!"

"One copper coin a skewer."

Song Chengan took out two copper coins.

Song Chengan went home.

He didn't go inside.

Instead, he sat down on the steps in front of the house.

Eating stinky tofu.

A black cat appeared on the courtyard wall.

But immediately, its eyes widened, and then it raised its front paws to cover its nose.

Song Chengan smiled and took out another skewer of stinky tofu. "Stinky tofu, do you want to eat?"

It meowed and then jumped over the wall and ran away.