Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 24 Obsession
The market specially provided for cultivators is naturally not comparable to the ordinary markets in other towns. Although the spiritual medicines and herbs are loaded in special containers, many talismans and magic weapons are exposed, making the spiritual energy of the entire market very rich.
Wang Chen took a deep breath calmly, thinking that if he practiced here, he would probably make faster progress. For some reason, he always felt that in this market, the ancestral energy in his body seemed to be somewhat active, which also lifted his spirits a lot.
Most of the stall owners on both sides are cultivators above the third level of Qi Condensation. Along the way, there are actually quite a few masters at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Condensation. Correspondingly, cultivators of various realms will also stop by stalls of the same realm to purchase the items they like.
Although the entire market was bustling with noises of conversation, before setting up his stall, Wang Chen sensitively discovered a strange scene. The cultivators above the fourth level of Qi Condensation mostly used their spiritual sense to conduct transactions, while the low-level cultivators who had not yet condensed their spiritual sea to the fourth level of Qi Condensation would try to lower their voices when talking, which made people feel inexplicably sneaky, as if they were conducting a shameful secret transaction.
The spells here are not uncommon, but they are only low-level spells. Most of these spells are sold after being practiced by cultivators. Along the way, what Wang Chen saw most were the basic spells of the first and second levels of Qi Condensation. The spells of the third and higher levels are already extremely rare, not to mention the jade slips containing the methods of practicing the fourth level spells.
Wang Chen was not in a hurry and searched very carefully. He even looked through all the books on the basic cultivation skills such as Fireball and Ice Arrow that he had already practiced thoroughly.
What if these basic spells are just a cover, and there are god-level spells hidden within them that will only work after being burned or even eaten?
Things that exist cannot be hidden from his eyes, but things that do not exist can only exist in imagination. Later, even Wang Chen felt that his idea of picking up a bargain was a bit silly.
There is a world of difference between turning stone into gold and turning gold into stone. Using basic spells to cover up the real advanced spells is like disguising a 100-yuan bill as a 1-yuan coin. Who would do that?
"Come...come...see..."
"Hurry...come...the ancient...immortal...treasure..."
The dragging and hesitating sound made Wang Chen look in the direction of the sound. He saw a stall owner with disheveled hair waving to customers in the corner of the market.
He was wearing a tattered black robe and had his head lowered, but he raised his hands to a position almost parallel to the ground and waved them as if grabbing something. His long sleeves hung down, making him look very strange.
The market town was bustling with people coming and going, but no one even looked at his stall, as if he didn't exist.
Not sure if it was an illusion, Wang Chen felt a cool breeze blowing, but he walked towards the stall owner without hesitation.
"The ghost of Zhang Dacai, a fourth-level Qi Condensation tomb raider, died from being infected by ghost energy. Because he was too obsessed with the world, he always believed that he had successfully obtained a large number of treasures from the ancient tomb and was unwilling to accept the fact of his death. He was eliminated by the method of exterminating ghosts, and the clues of the inheritance infected by ghost energy can be obtained. Opportunity strength: great."
Looking at the words in front of him and coming to the stall, a chill suddenly gathered towards Wang Chen.
Zhang Dacai slowly raised his head, revealing a face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
Unlike the vicious ghost that Wang Chen imagined was lingering in the world, when Zhang Dacai saw Wang Chen, he actually showed an ugly smile on his face.
"Why don't they come?"
"You are so good at seeing things. Look, there is no time left. I need to sell it quickly. Thank you."
It seemed that its tongue was not very smooth, and it spoke word by word in a somewhat strange manner.
Even though he was a ghost, Wang Chen did not sense any danger from him. Instead, he felt that he was inexplicably honest.
He glanced at the goods he had displayed.
The goods were arranged very neatly and even the distances between them were almost the same, but they were all black incense sticks, black candles and paper money for the dead, which was a bit creepy.
Wang Chen remained calm and picked up a candle.
"Yes, you have vision. This is an ancient immortal sword. It is very sharp. You can kill demons and monsters with one sword. It is very suitable for you." Zhang Dacai was still smiling, although it was not good-looking.
Wang Chen held the bamboo stick of the candle in his hand, looking over and over at the black candle that had not yet been lit.
Kill Zhang Dacai to get the clues...
Under the cliff, Wang Chen learned the Buddhist Vajra Body and Arhat Fist.
When he was sparring with the corpse puppets, he used the rusty knife infused with Buddhist energy to cut a corpse puppet into two pieces in an instant.
That should be enough to deal with this harmless ghost.
His true power moved slightly, and he raised his head, but he only saw a hint of expectation in Zhang Dacai's cloudy eyes. It was obvious that he really wanted to make this deal.
"Is there anyone who does business like you?" Wang Chen said with a smile as his true energy dissipated.
Hearing this, Zhang Dacai's smile became a little stiff, even a little flattering.
He didn't want to lose Wang Chen as a customer. He had been setting up his stall here for such a long time, and Wang Chen was the first one to come, but Wang Chen's words made him wonder what he had done wrong.
"You said you were in a hurry to sell the things, so didn't you tell me that I could bargain with you for a good price?" Wang Chen looked at him and said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dacai's expression relaxed.
He was still smiling, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his smile.
"Hey, hey, I'm just anxious to see my daughter. She's successful. She was chosen by the sect to become an introductory disciple. She's much more capable than a father like me."
"I am old, and I can't achieve any realm."
"I heard that if you practice in a sect without spirit stones, you will be looked down upon. So, I want spirit stones, even my life ."
Looking at Zhang Dacai's lifeless eyes, Wang Chen's eyes showed deep sorrow.
"I always feel that time is running out. My daughter has no mother. I am afraid of death and cannot die. I need spiritual stones. Today, if I can't see my daughter, she will have to return to the sect... Next time, I don't know when..."
Zhang Dacai didn't know how long he had been here. Wang Chen didn't know how much time had passed by the "today" he mentioned. Was it a year? Or even longer?
"I'll buy them all, but I'm afraid I don't have enough spirit stones." Wang Chen said seriously.
"I think I get along well with you. I will sell all of your spirit stones to you at the same price as you have, okay?" Zhang Dacai said with difficulty.
"Okay." Wang Chen nodded, and opened his storage ring. Suddenly, a small pile of spirit stones appeared in front of him, about twenty or thirty pieces. This was all his savings.
He is not capable of deceiving ghosts.
Zhang Dacai's cloudy eyes lit up slightly, and he almost couldn't stop smiling. His body was a little hunched, which made him look humble when he smiled, but Wang Chen felt that this ugly smile was better than any false pretenses in the world.
"Young man, it's not easy for us to practice as independent cultivators. You can collect some and take everything back. It will be convenient to have some spirit stones when you are away from home." As he said that, Zhang Dacai stretched out his hand, wanting to push back some spirit stones to Wang Chen.
However, his hand passed through the spirit stone like air.
"how so?"
"Little brother, what kind of magic are you using? Don't lie to me, okay."
"Don't lie to me." Zhang Dacai panicked. He kept trying to get through the spirit stone, but he couldn't succeed. He was a little anxious. He kept repeating the same words, asking Wang Chen not to lie to him.
Wang Chen sighed secretly and took out the finger that was soaked in ghost energy.
He had long discovered that Zhang Dacai's hand was missing half a finger.
"Brother, wake up."
Zhang Dacai stared at the finger blankly, as if he had awakened a person from a deep hypnosis. Countless memories that he had blocked out and was unwilling to believe and acknowledge came flooding back.
He just stood there, the smile on his face gradually faded, and endless bitterness emerged.
"I can, can't, please help me, give the spiritual stone to my daughter. Baby, all to you."
"What's your daughter's name?"
"Zhang, Mu Ran. Hua Yan, a disciple of the sect."
"Okay." Even though what Zhang Dacai called treasures were just some incense, candles and paper, Wang Chen still nodded solemnly.
"There is something here." Zhang Dacai lowered his head slightly to indicate. He smiled again, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile.
He just smiled like this, his figure slowly fading and finally disappearing.
The world is big, but life is small. Only the love of a father and a mother is the most important. What Zhang Dacai will never forget and remember until his death are his most beloved children.
"If I meet your daughter who owes you spiritual stones, I will pay her back a hundred or a thousand times." Wang Chen bent down and without much effort, he dug out a piece of leather from where Zhang Dacai was standing.
The place where the soul lingers may have corpses or things that are very important to him. Even without Zhang Dacai's hint, Wang Chen understood this truth.
"A map contaminated by ghost energy hides a hidden inheritance, but also carries great danger. Opportunity strength: great."
It was a map. Wang Chen didn't look at it carefully and put it into his storage ring.
His eyes would not deceive him. Although this opportunity was very powerful, it also contained great danger. With his current strength, it was impossible for him to obtain it.
What he didn't expect was that he completed three explorations so quickly. If there was a problem in the whole process, such as someone bought the fingers that Langmu had placed, then this opportunity would be cut off from him.
This made him wonder, could it be that the people who passed by each other in the crowd had ever had opportunities that were interrupted, becoming a regret that no one knew about?
It is really hard to explain the intricate connections in the world.
"Wang Chen, have you ever thought about this: you are a casual cultivator, while his daughter was born in a sect. She might be older and more powerful than you, and you don't have any spirit stones to give her?" Xiaoyao was a little moved just now and cried for a long time. Now she has recovered a lot of spirit and became venomous again.
Wang Chen glanced at Xiaoyao, pointed to the sky, and walked forward.
After all, we can't always talk about breaking the void, that would be superficial.
What happened today made him want to go home.
