Qinghe Sword (Seeking recommendations)

"Divine Intent Diagram?!"

Lu She roared, "How dare you covet the secret techniques of my Red Snake Martial Arts School?"

The muscles in his legs bulged, and his skin turned an abnormal crimson, as if he were ready to fight at any moment.

"It's just a Divine Intent Diagram. How many of your martial arts school's inner disciples have seen it? What if some have reached the third stage of Qi and Blood, and what if someone has successfully trained their strength?"

Mu Canglong slowly shook his head.

For martial arts schools, as long as the money is sufficient, any martial art can be sold.

In his opinion, Lu She was just deliberately inflating his price.

"Master Lu."

Just then, Fang Xi spoke, "I only need to view the Divine Intent Diagram for half a day. To show my sincerity, I am willing to offer a thousand taels of silver!"

Lu She: "..."

At this moment, the owner of the Red Snake Martial Arts School finally understood why She Lei had turned red-eyed and attacked the disciples of his own martial arts school.

This Young Master Fang is truly, as the rumors say, a big fat sheep!

Finally, Lu She spoke, his voice dry, "Deal!"

It wasn't that he didn't want to haggle, but the other party was simply offering too much.

"Red Snake Leg Divine Intent Diagram!"

In a quiet room.

Fang Xi looked at a piece of beast skin in his hand and frowned.

On the beast skin, there were only messy lines, like an ink wash landscape painting. With just a few strokes, it was eerily lifelike, depicting a scene within a forest.

And within the forest, on the grass, twisted curves like snake shadows writhed and moved, making one's scalp tingle.

"Legend has it that one must reach the third stage of Qi and Blood with the Eight Snake Movement techniques to view the Divine Intent Diagram. It truly has its merits."

Fang Xi nodded slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

This Divine Intent Diagram was very peculiar. Ordinary tracing would never capture its essence.

Only true core disciples of the Red Snake Martial Arts School, who practiced day and night while comparing it, could possibly cultivate true strength!

"However, this is only for ordinary painters."

The next moment, Fang Xi flipped his palm, revealing a blank jade slip.

He placed the jade slip on his forehead, extended his spiritual sense, and imprinted the Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram onto it bit by bit.

This was a method for cultivators to record secret manuals!

No matter what kind of ancient book or diagram it was... it could guarantee a 'replica' effect, even preserving its spirit and being incredibly lifelike!

'Since this Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram was drawn by a person back then, it means it can be reproduced. Ordinary people cannot copy it simply because their strength and realm are insufficient... I am taking a shortcut by using a cultivator's spiritual sense to replicate it...'

A moment later, Fang Xi looked at the Divine Intent Diagram in his jade slip and sighed.

If he were only in this Great Liang world, then perhaps only a martial artist who had cultivated the Red Snake Leg to an extremely profound level could attempt to depict this Divine Intent Diagram.

And now, he had easily accomplished it.

'Lu She agreed because he thought I wouldn't be able to copy and memorize it in a short time, right?'

'Now, he has severely miscalculated.'

Thinking of this, Fang Xi was quite satisfied. He went out to return the Divine Intent Diagram, allowing Lu She to inspect it, and even gave him a thank-you gift.

Lu She examined the Divine Intent Diagram back and forth, confirming it was the genuine article. He directly cupped his fists and said, "The mountains are high and the road is long, we shall meet again!"

"We shall meet again!"

Fang Xi knew that Lu She would definitely remember this grievance, but he didn't care at all.

Since he already had the true inheritance of the Red Snake Leg, he wouldn't need to ask for anything from Lu She in the future.

It had to be said, after arriving in Great Liang, Fang Xi's worries had truly lessened considerably.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The Southern Wilderness cultivation world.

Fang Xi looked at the melting snow outside and extended his hand under the eaves to catch a drop of meltwater. "Winter turns to spring, boiling tea with snowmelt is also a great joy in life."

Half a month had passed since the last incident. He had officially quit the Red Snake Martial Arts School and joined the White Cloud Martial Arts School. He received training from Mu Piaomiao daily, and his White Cloud Palm had reached the initial stages.

In the Southern Wilderness, the fervor surrounding Purple Nether Mountain had not yet subsided, and the prices of various talismans and magical artifacts had soared.

Speaking of which, Fang Xi had made a small profit from his last purchase of talismans – they had all increased in price now.

"No, if it wasn't sold, it's not considered profit. I won't sell it either..."

Fang Xi sighed and headed to the market.

To his surprise, the crowd here had increased significantly compared to half a month ago, with a large number of cultivators filling all sorts of stalls.

However, the prices of items that could immediately increase combat power, such as talismans and magical artifacts, began to plummet.

Correspondingly, there were many more stalls selling materials from the Purple Nether Mountain secret realm. Fang Xi's mouth twitched slightly just from a glance.

That thing, advertised as a fragment of a magical treasure from the secret realm, wasn't it the same piece that Old Man Huang sold in the market before? It was known as a scam targeting newbies.

Besides that, there were also a large number of fakes mixed in, as if every stall owner had become a winner from the secret realm overnight.

It was obvious that ninety-nine percent of these items were counterfeit!

Even if they were genuine, Fang Xi couldn't afford them.

Therefore, he was in good spirits, just looking around before blending into the crowd to gather information.

"Hateful!"

"The Purple Nether Mountain secret realm is a heavenly opportunity. Why are the Situ Family and Red Leaf Valley preventing us rogue cultivators from entering?"

Many cultivators were indignant, and Fang Xi understood.

So it was the Situ Family who made a move. Not only that, but they also joined forces with a nearby Foundation Establishment force, Red Leaf Valley, to seal off Purple Nether Mountain, leaving these rogue cultivators to return empty-handed.

It was said that even Foundation Establishment cultivators were dispatched, leaving Qi Refining cultivators sighing in frustration.

"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 this opportunity, perhaps he could fulfill his long-held wish and acquire a low-grade magical artifact at a low price!

He looked from stall to stall. Many of the magical artifacts on display were damaged, some even stained with blood, clearly indicating they were either obtained through illicit means or had been through fierce battles.

And... they were still too expensive for him.

Fang Xi wasn't discouraged and casually browsed past.

Suddenly, his steps halted in front of a stall. He stared blankly at a flying sword-type magical artifact on display.

This artifact was only a low-grade first-tier item, shaped like a green stalk, about thirteen inches long, with several nicks on its surface, indicating severe damage.

Most importantly, Fang Xi recognized this flying sword artifact!

It was the sword Old Mai Tou had kept as his prized possession!

Its appearance here meant Old Mai Tou's fate was already known.

Fang Xi sighed inwardly and looked at the stall owner, a burly man in black, his face covered by a veil, exuding an aura of Sha Qi.

'Perhaps Old Mai Tou died at this person's hands.'

Just as Fang Xi was sighing, the black-clothed man seemed to sense something and looked at Fang Xi, "Kid... are you interested in something I'm selling?"

His voice was low and carried a dangerous undertone.

"Yes, how much for this low-grade magical artifact flying sword?" Fang Xi asked tentatively.

"A normal low-grade magical artifact sells for five to ten spirit stones. I'll give you a good price on this flying sword, four spirit stones." the black-clothed man replied.

"Fellow Daoist, don't toy with me." Fang Xi showed a hint of urgency, "This artifact is almost broken, and with the current drop in artifact prices, four spirit stones is really too high..."

"Then how much will you offer?" It was clear that the black-clothed man had just thrown out a price to fleece a wealthy customer. Hearing Fang Xi's words, he immediately changed his tune.

If it were really four spirit stones, this artifact would probably never be sold.

"One spirit stone!"

Fang Xi thought for a moment and held up one finger.

"Are you toying with me?" the black-clothed man asked displeasedly, "At least three spirit stones!"

"Look at this artifact, the formation patterns are cracked. It's possible the Magical Power won't circulate smoothly, and the blade has nicks. It might even break if it clashes with another sword..." Being in the market, Fang Xi dared to haggle a bit.

After a round of bargaining, they finally settled on two spirit stones plus three spirit crystals.

Fang Xi's face was full of heartache. He fumbled through his clothes, finding various small spirit crystals, and finally gathered the price to purchase the 'Green Grain Sword'.

In fact, after buying this magical artifact flying sword, it had completely depleted his savings. For a while, he wouldn't even be able to afford spirit rice and would have to eat mortal rice.

But Fang Xi was willing, and he felt it was worth it.

If he hadn't taken advantage of the current market chaos and the drastic drop in artifact prices, acquiring a low-grade magical artifact would not have been so easy.

Shantytown.

Returning to his room, Fang Xi closed the door and took out the Green Grain Sword.

He looked at the flying sword, his expression shifting. The cold light on the blade reflected on Fang Xi's face, giving him a peculiar feeling.

After a long while, Fang Xi put down the flying sword, "I never imagined... my first magical artifact would come from Old Mai Tou."

Recalling how Old Mai Tou had taken out the flying sword and fought desperately, Fang Xi couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and more importantly, he warned himself never to follow Old Mai Tou's example!

He had a golden finger. In the future, he should leave room for maneuver in his dealings and absolutely not risk his life for a small profit!

"Fortunately, the Situ Family and Red Leaf Valley joined forces to quell the unrest."

Fang Xi put away the Green Grain Sword, preparing to head to the Great Liang world tomorrow to properly learn artifact manipulation techniques.

At the same time, he felt a bit more relaxed.

The chaotic environment and restless populace before had truly displeased Fang Xi.

If the unrest had continued, he would have prepared to leave the market for a while to avoid disaster.

"Even now, it's not particularly safe."

Fang Xi scanned his surroundings, making a decision in his heart!

He would dig a hole, dig a cellar, and ideally prepare an escape tunnel!

This was a major undertaking, but it could be done slowly.

Furthermore, in the future, he could choose to travel between the two worlds from the cellar!

This would also serve as a cover.