Chapter 8: Town Market Trading

Recently, Chi She Wang had become diligent.

It would set aside one hour each day for cultivation.

This change came entirely because it saw in Yu Zhangsheng hope of transcending its racial limits.

So no one is born lazy; they are simply crushed by despair into not wanting to move.

With the change, Yu Zhangsheng would make Chi She Wang even more diligent, going from one hour to two hours, four hours, letting it understand the joy of cultivation.

【Name】: Chi She Wang

【Realm】: First Rank Fourth Layer

【Comprehension】: 55 【Current State】: Lazy 「It's truly terrifying for a spirit beast to transform from First Rank Third Layer to Fourth Layer in just a week. 」

Yu Zhangsheng saw Chi She Wang finish a plate of pork, then put it into his Inner Landscape.

At the same time, he also received 1 point of Essence reward for feeding the spirit beast.

Now Chi She Wang's bloodline level was nearly at its racial limit; continuing to transform would require consuming 5000 points of Essence to transform from Chi She Wang into Chi Lian Snake, which was also its ultimate Complete Body.

Besides this, to make Chi She Wang stronger one could start from the fourth function Swallow Bloodline, but Yu Zhangsheng currently had no other Demonic Beast corpses to provide for Chi She Wang to swallow.

As for Fusion Ancestor, it was fusing multiple Demonic Beasts together to become a more unique Demonic Beast or an entirely new Strange Beast or Divine Beast.

This function was actually similar to many Beast Tamers using Demonic Beasts as materials for research, combining their descendants, using essence blood to change genes, etc., but the success rate definitely wasn't as high as system operation.

Going out, feeding chickens.

When Yu Zhangsheng returned, many Outer Disciples had gathered in the courtyard, chatting and laughing.

「I prepared plenty of Spirit Coins for this gathering, hoping to buy cheap and effective pills; that Loose Cultivator last time nearly ruined me! 」

「I plan to buy some books on making talismans, learn talisman crafting, earn some small money; otherwise, relying solely on the income from this Spirit Field, I couldn't break through a single realm in three to five years. 」

「Talisman crafting, I think I'll forget it; talisman paper costs a lot, the early expenses are huge, if I accomplish nothing wouldn't I lose everything. 」

「Haha, everything has risk; I'll start from the lowest-level Fireball Talisman; if I can become a Talisman Crafter, naturally it'll be joy and great luck. 」

「You might as well go learn alchemy instead. 」

「The cost of alchemy can talismans compare? Don't push me into a big pit! 」

「Hahaha, eh, Junior Martial Brother Yu is here, ask him if he wants to go. 」

Several Outer Disciple disciples looked at Yu Zhangsheng with beaming smiles; the kind-hearted Zhuang Yan spoke up: 「Junior Martial Brother Yu, there's a gathering at Yu Fang Market at the foot of the mountain these days; do you want to go stroll with us? 」

「Gathering? 」 Yu Zhangsheng showed a hint of curiosity on his face.

「Mainly the Loose Cultivators setting up stalls at Yu Fang Market gathered together, holding a grander gathering; every year many outside cultivators and clan disciples come during this time to sell resources, like Dongyang City Lin Family's Pure Yang Wine, Huo Family's First Rank Ice Silkworm Silk, things we normally can't see at all. 」

「Yeah, if luck is good, maybe we can even pick up a bargain on divine weapons! 」

「You're dreaming. 」

Beside them, an Outer Disciple said with a laugh: 「Divine weapons are hard to find, but there are many damaged, low-rank magic treasures, good quality and cheap. 」

Hearing this, Yu Zhangsheng's heart stirred.

Insufficient attack methods had always been his weakness; otherwise last time he wouldn't have been helpless against Huang Li.

Now having contracted Chi She, with his Divine Sense, if he could find a good magic treasure, his strength would surely improve greatly. So Yu Zhangsheng happily agreed.

Everyone walked down the mountain together, arriving at Yu Fang Market already at night.

「This is my first time coming to Yu Fang Market, Senior Brother Zhuang, is there anything to be careful about? 」

Yu Zhangsheng asked while walking down the street.

「Hehe, Junior Martial Brother Yu, you just joined the sect not long ago, probably don't know the weight of Wanxiang Sect; we may be the lowest Outer Disciples in the sect, but placed in this Yu Fang Market, we are sect disciples others need to revere, an identity others envy but can't obtain. 」

「And Yu Fang Market is a Fang City opened by the sect; these Loose Cultivators living here every month need to pay rent; plainly speaking, it's our own turf; wear your Disciple Token at your waist, and besides killing people there's nothing to worry about! 」

Zhuang Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth; after leaving Outer Peak, he seemed to become full of spirit.

Yu Zhangsheng saw those Outer Disciple disciples behind who usually walked with heads down also raise their heads and puff out their chests, holding their heads high, and in his heart he suddenly understood the value of this garment! Yu Fang Market was very large; called a Fang City, but its area was larger than a small town, relying on being built on the edge of Yunwu Mountain Range, especially the outermost Wu Guan Qu which was constantly extending outward.

And the market they went to was on the east side of Yu Fang Market; around it lights were bright, bustling and crowded, voices clamorous, and there were Loose Cultivators holding up a Wooden Sword to hawk their wares, very much like a marketplace.

Yu Zhangsheng looked at some pills sold by Loose Cultivators, common ones like Qi Blood Pill, Bi Gu Dan, Return Qi Pill, Gathering Spirit Pill; prices were much cheaper than the sect, but every one had poor appearance, not at all like something generated by an Alchemy Furnace, instead more like hand-rolled.

「Junior Martial Brother Yu, although this Gathering Spirit Pill's effect is worse than Enhance Spirit Pill, it's enough for us Qi Refining Third or Fourth Layer cultivators; do you want some? 」

An Outer Disciple squeezed up to Yu Zhangsheng's side and said: 「Although this pill's appearance isn't good, I've checked it; the ingredients are still sufficient, not fake goods; eating it is no problem. 」

Buying pills from Loose Cultivators has risks; some Loose Cultivators, to make a quick buck and run, use only one-third of the ingredients, filling the rest with various similar spirit herbs to fake it; buying such pills and eating them, if luck is good you get diarrhea, if luck is bad you vomit blood three feet.

Although Yu Zhangsheng longed for pills to cultivate, he still didn't dare eat such pills; at the moment he shook his head and said: 「Let me go look at other stalls. 」

That Outer Disciple, seeing this, didn't stop him, and with a laugh took out over a hundred Spirit Coins to buy a small bottle of Gathering Spirit Pills.

Poor as they were, they didn't care about so much; as long as it worked.

Yu Zhangsheng walked past stall after stall; all sorts of strange and wondrous things were there; even the feces of certain Demonic Beasts were sold by cultivators, saying it could be used to make a spray to raise a smell, achieving the effect of driving away wild beasts.

「Eh? Poison Spirit Python corpse? 」

Yu Zhangsheng suddenly stopped, his gaze looking toward a stall beside him; on it lay the corpse of a blue python, whose head and Poison Gall had already been bought by someone as materials for refining magic treasures and refining poison pills, leaving only part of the body.

「How do you sell the remaining parts of this Poison Spirit Python? 」 Yu Zhangsheng asked.

Poison Spirit Python was quite powerful among First Rank Demonic Beasts; mature bodies could reach First Rank Eighth Layer realm, possessing poison that made people terrified at the mention of it; only Qi Refining Late Stage, peak cultivators dared to hunt them.

If it were a complete corpse, it would be worth at least eighty or ninety Low-grade Spirit Stones, not something Yu Zhangsheng could covet.

But the most important snake head, fangs, and Poison Gall had been sold; the remaining huge snake body had limited value; the flesh and blood contained toxins, enough to choke even as a snake dish for cooking; at most the scales could make a soft armor.

But Poison Spirit Python's scales were too fragile, not hard; making soft armor wasn't as good as buying ready-made ones, saving time and effort.

This was also the reason why that person only bought the head and Poison Gall.

This stall owner raised his head, curiously glanced at him, as if he didn't expect someone to still want to buy when it was time to pack up.

The other party sized up Yu Zhangsheng's sect robes and gritted his teeth, shouting.

「Ten Low-grade Spirit Stones. 」

(Chapter End)