Magic Sword

Su Fan's stall was doing incredibly well, especially the talismans, which were selling like hotcakes.

Even though the prices had doubled, the cultivators' enthusiasm for shopping hadn't waned.

The twenty-plus mid-grade talismans purchased from Myriad Treasures Tower, along with over a hundred auxiliary talismans of various types, were all sold out in no time, not a single one left.

The dozen bottles of pills were also gone. The two bottles of Yellow Spirit Pills were sold for thirty-five Spirit Stones each.

Even the prices of old, worn-out Magic Swords and Magic Daggers had more than doubled.

Even injury medicines like "Tianji Bone-Mending Paste" and "Dragon Tiger Creation Powder" were snapped up.

With no more stock, Su Fan even brought out the Azure Cloud Saber, which finally sold for two hundred and ten Spirit Stones.

Normally, that price could buy a second-hand mid-grade Magic Tool.

Before noon, Su Fan had already packed up his stall.

There was simply nothing left to sell.

Even the miscellaneous junk confiscated from the Bandit Cultivators was gone.

Su Fan packed up his stall and found another shop to sell off the remaining items in his Storage Bag.

They were all Demonic Beast materials, Spirit Grass, Spirit Ore, and the like, all junk confiscated from that group of Bandit Cultivators.

They were varied in type and quite numerous. Although not worth many Spirit Stones, they took up too much space.

Now, Su Fan's Storage Bag was completely empty, except for his talisman-making tools and a stack of books.

Seven hundred-odd Spirit Stones – that was his haul for the morning.

Su Fan had never seen so many Spirit Stones before; he was ecstatic.

He felt like he was floating as he walked.

Having just made a small fortune, Su Fan excitedly headed to Myriad Treasures Tower.

He didn't hold back, buying over a dozen talismans in one go.

And they were all high-grade talismans, costing him over two hundred Spirit Stones.

There was no helping it; mid-grade talismans at this time had seen a huge price increase.

High-grade talismans, which were already extremely expensive, hadn't risen much in price.

Although it cost more Spirit Stones, in terms of cost-effectiveness, high-grade talismans were naturally the better deal.

Having gone through a crisis, he would buy anything that could save his life, even if it meant selling his blood.

One legendary escape artifact, a high-grade "Earth Escape Talisman."

One essential item for raiding and plundering, a high-grade "Invisibility and Qi Concealment Talisman."

One of the most awesome team-wiping artifacts ever, a high-grade "Ice Needle Arrow Rain Talisman."

One great weapon for dealing with all sorts of ghosts and monsters, a high-grade "Heavenly Thunder Evil Suppressing Talisman."

Two legendary great weapons, high-grade "Taiyi Golden Sword Talisman."

Two that were said to be the most effective at disabling others, high-grade "Law Banning Talisman."

Two protective treasures that could withstand attacks from late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, high-grade "Five Elements Spirit Armor Talisman."

Finally, there were a few high-grade auxiliary talismans: "Body Fixing Talisman," "Evil Suppressing Talisman," "Tiger Roar Talisman," and "Body Binding Soul Sealing Talisman."

He had really gone all out, buying the best quality talismans from Myriad Treasures Tower.

It was said that most of these premium talismans came from the renowned "Taiyi Immortal Sect" in the Central Plains.

Buying them felt amazing, but as he handed over so many Spirit Stones, Su Fan's heart ached.

The shop assistant was also stunned.

Who was this idiot? He looked so poor, yet he was spending so lavishly.

Could he be a sect disciple playing the "disguise yourself as a pig to eat the tiger" trick, planning to take revenge on an enemy?

Over two hundred Spirit Stones was enough to buy a low-grade Magic Tool at Myriad Treasures Tower.

Anyone else wouldn't spend all that money on talismans; they'd have to be incredibly foolish.

Walking out of Myriad Treasures Tower, Su Fan finally felt at ease.

He wouldn't dare say anything else, but with these talismans, he could walk sideways in Shaoyang Market Town.

He even dared to spar with those in the mid Qi Refining stage.

Of course, he couldn't beat late Qi Refining cultivators, but escaping should be no problem.

There were nearly ten thousand Rogue Cultivators around the market town; how many late-stage cultivators could there be?

Besides, late-stage Qi Refining cultivators wouldn't care about the meager possessions he might have.

"Hundred Herbs Pavilion" was the largest pill shop in the market town.

Su Fan entered the shop; there weren't many people inside.

Although the prices of pills were also increasing, they weren't nearly as outrageous as those of magic tools and talismans.

Especially for pills in the early Qi Refining stage, the price had only risen by less than 30%.

No matter how fierce the battle between immortals and demons was, it had nothing to do with them, the low-level cultivators.

In the cultivation world, they didn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder.

Su Fan bought ten bottles of Qi Nurturing Pills at the shop, which cost him one hundred and twenty Spirit Stones.

A total of one hundred Qi Nurturing Pills, which, if used sparingly, could last almost a year.

Spirit Stones really didn't last long. He had just made a small fortune, and before the Spirit Stones had even warmed up in his hands, nearly half of them were gone.

But he knew this money couldn't be saved.

Su Fan returned to the inn, changed his clothes, and reappeared in the market town.

He was very cautious, constantly observing his surroundings through various means.

Perhaps it was because there were too many "fat sheep" in the market town today, but those Bandit Cultivators didn't even spare a glance at a pauper like him.

Su Fan arrived at the northwest corner of the town, where the refining shops of the market town were concentrated.

As soon as he entered the alley, he could clearly hear the sounds of hammering and forging.

It was already crowded here, mostly Rogue Cultivators preparing to take their chances in the Qin State.

Su Fan browsed from shop to shop. The prices of magic tools were astonishing, and even the price of Magic Swords had more than doubled.

There were few people in the shop ahead, so Su Fan approached the entrance.

No wonder no one was browsing; it turned out this place specialized in Magic Swords and other melee weapons.

The shop wasn't large, and the front room was filled with various Magic Swords.

A burly man with well-developed muscles happened to come out and cupped his hands at Su Fan.

"Fellow Daoist, come in and take a look..."

Su Fan smiled and nodded, then walked into the shop.

The burly man picked up a Magic Sword, swung it a few times, and then handed it to Su Fan.

"This sword was just refined yesterday. The main material is fine steel with two liang of Mysterious Iron added. The blade is inscribed with a Li Fire Talisman Array. When fighting, input spiritual energy, and the blade will be infused with Southern Li True Fire, specifically designed to break a cultivator's protective shield."

Su Fan touched a few of the talisman arrays on the sword, looking rather unimpressed.

Engraving spell talisman arrays on Magic Swords was purely a gimmick.

This broken sword would have only cost a dozen Spirit Stones a month ago.

He weighed it in his hand and handed the sword back to the burly man.

"It's too light. Do you have anything heavier...?"

The burly man looked at Su Fan, somewhat surprised, and said, "A Body Cultivator, I didn't realize."

He turned and put the sword back, then took out another sword as black as ink.

"This sword is made of Black Profound Steel mixed with Dark Iron. The sword weighs thirty-seven jin. It's incredibly sharp. If you want it, it's thirty Spirit Stones."

Su Fan took it and weighed it, then shook his head. "Still too light..."

The burly man took it back, his expression suggesting "You can't afford it anyway," and handed over another Magic Sword.

"This one should be fine. The blade is forged from Black Patterned Steel, weighs forty-nine jin. Take it for eight Spirit Stones."

Su Fan didn't even take it, just shook his head.

The burly man was a bit annoyed. He glared at Su Fan and waved him forward.

"Follow me..."

He led Su Fan to the backyard, where several forging furnaces were burning with fierce flames, and a scorching heat washed over them.

In a corner of the courtyard, the burly man pointed to a dilapidated Magic Sword stuck upright.

Calling it a Magic Sword was a stretch; it didn't even have a sword guard. The black blade was mottled and worn, and the material wrapping the hilt had rotted away, making it look like a stick stuck there.

"If you can lift this sword, you can take it for one Spirit Stone."

After saying that, he chuckled and looked at Su Fan, as if expecting to see a joke.

Su Fan walked over, gripped the hilt with one hand, and tried to lift the sword, but was stunned to find he couldn't.

Aside from its dilapidated appearance, this Magic Sword was no different from other Magic Swords, yet it was unexpectedly heavy.

He turned his head and looked at the burly man behind him.

The guy was looking at him with a smug, schadenfreude-filled expression.

It clearly meant, "Serves you right for showing off."

Su Fan smiled, then reached out, gripped the hilt, and with a surge of strength, lifted the Magic Sword.

He held the Magic Sword with both hands and swung it a few times in the courtyard.

This thing must have weighed at least two to three hundred jin. Even with his body strengthened by the Dao Seed, he felt slightly strained while wielding it.

As my strength grows, it should become more comfortable to use in the future.

The strong man beside him was stunned. This kid looked skinny, but he had so much strength.

He himself had achieved some success in body cultivation, and while he could lift it with all his might, he couldn't swing it like Su Fan.

Su Fan took out a Spirit Stone and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Senior, what material is this sword made of?"

The strong man reluctantly took the Spirit Stone, feeling quite annoyed.

"How would I know? I thought I picked up a treasure. The forging furnace couldn't melt it, and I couldn't smash it. I've had it lying here for almost five years."

After speaking, he glanced at Su Fan and said, "Kid, you've achieved Great Perfection in body cultivation, haven't you?"

Su Fan chuckled and said, "I've cultivated the Body Cultivation Path for over twenty years. If I still can't achieve it, I might as well go back home and farm."

The strong man laughed heartily and patted Su Fan on the shoulder.

"Alright, you got a bargain, kid. Hurry up and take it away, so I don't have to see this broken sword anymore..."

Su Fan slung the sword over his shoulder, cupped his hands at the strong man, and turned to leave the shop.

He walked a long distance from the shop before picking up the sword and examining it carefully.

The sword was about 1.5 meters long and almost as wide as his palm. Faintly visible on its pitch-black surface were dense Talisman Arrays.

However, the patterns on the Talisman Arrays were already rusty and mottled, making it impossible to discern their original appearance.

Su Fan bought this sword simply because it was cheap.

And it was heavy enough. With his current strength, most Magic Swords felt unwieldy.

Although it was a bit battered and its mottled appearance was extremely unappealing, In Su Fan's opinion, it was a divine artifact for ambushing others; the more inconspicuous, the better.

As for "striking it rich" or finding a hidden gem, Su Fan didn't have that idea at all. The shop owner must have studied it for many years.

If it were truly a treasure, it would have fallen into your hands.

Su Fan threw the Magic Sword into his Storage Bag, then went to the Spirit Rice shop and bought two thousand jin of Spirit Rice.

He also bought a large batch of seasonings and nearly a thousand jin of fresh Demonic Beast meat.

He also ordered more than a dozen water vats and jars of various sizes from a shop that sold mundane goods, along with a large quantity of vegetables, asking the owner to deliver them to his home.

Their Storage Bags couldn't hold so much Spirit Rice and Demonic Beast meat, so they had to use a carrying pole to transport several hundred jin of Spirit Rice, and then they left the Market Town.

The daily necessities he replenished this time were enough for him to stay home and relax for a while.