Chapter 33: Old Man Selling Items with Spirit-Realm Aura

The amount of heavenly and earthly great power infused depends on the equipment refiner's experience, which refers to the solution of compatibility issues.

If compatibility is poor, the infusion of heavenly and earthly great power will encounter obstruction.

A law instrument about to take shape is like an empty pond; to fill the pool within the set time, one must have sufficient water supply, and two must ensure the water channels are unobstructed.

If someone rushes for success and digs the water channel unevenly, with big and small stones scattered, the water flow speed will certainly be slow.

Within the set time, certainly not much water can be infused.

The same principle applies: the compatibility within a magical instrument is like silt and stones in a water channel, blocking the infusion of heavenly and earthly great power.

Melted Gold Powder can effectively solve these problems, while Gold Melting Powder can perfectly solve them.

Wang Ping could recognize it, having seen it when he was an apprentice at Chiyanzi's cave dwelling.

That piece of his was only about a finger long and two fingers wide; yet Chiyanzi treasured it.

Back then Wang Ping still laughed, saying how precious could a rusted iron sheet be.

Chiyanzi immediately glared at him, saying he didn't know good goods; this small piece was worth five thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Because it was shocking enough back then, Wang Ping's memory of it is deep.

This time, at the stall, he recognized it at a glance.

The method of refining Gold Melting Powder has been lost, but its characteristics were noted by Wang Ping.

Its surface is unusually hard rust; even a full-power attack from a sect low-grade magical instrument won't damage it in the slightest, and it faintly emits a moldy smell.

Wang Ping squatted before the stall just to smell this odor; indeed, a faint moldy scent rushed straight into his nostrils.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping's mood inexplicably improved; Chiyanzi's piece was worth five thousand spirit stones, his own is one chi long and two fingers wide.

His Gold Melting Powder's value is not less than thirty thousand, is it?

Of course Wang Ping wouldn't foolishly sell it; using it for refining equipment isn't fragrant?

The materials for refining one magical instrument cost around one hundred spirit stones; if refined into a medium-grade instrument, the price is between four hundred and six hundred.

If refined into a high-grade instrument, the price is between one thousand five hundred and three thousand.

As for top-grade instruments, they are rare; when they appear, their price is often driven up to tens of thousands.

Of course, the materials for refining a top-grade instrument will certainly be more expensive, but definitely not exceeding five hundred spirit stones.

With Gold Melting Powder, Wang Ping can completely spend one thousand spirit stones to buy five batches of refining materials.

Refining four high-grade instruments and one top-grade instrument, conservatively estimated, could sell for twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones.

This is the money-making ability of equipment refiners among the four arts of cultivation.

In fact, pill masters and talisman masters are not far behind.

As for formation masters, they hold the top position in the disdain chain among the hundred arts.

Wang Ping is actually quite interested in the other three arts, but his current energy is limited, so he can only set them aside.

Upon entering South Gate Market, he harvested Gold Melting Powder, making Wang Ping's mood quite good, and he continued browsing the stalls.

The whole South Gate Market is large, with many sellers of materials, magical instruments, talismans, pills, formations, and so on.

It's a pity those things Wang Ping didn't fancy; he had already wandered for half an hour, and besides gaining one portion of Gold Melting Powder, he saw nothing else that interested him.

"Bullshit! If this is a treasure, I'll eat your shoes!"

"Exactly! Exactly! You stallholder are truly hateful, always taking out deceitful trinkets?"

Wang Ping, who was about to leave, was drawn in by the noisy clamor from the stall on his left.

Treasure?

His steps, which were originally about to step out, naturally turned toward that stall; when Wang Ping arrived, there were already nearly a hundred cultivators gathered there.

Even the market's security team had come to this place.

Relying on his formidable body-tempering cultivation, Wang Ping forcibly squeezed to the front of the stall.

A glance swept over the items on the ground; his originally interested face suddenly stiffened, and his calm pupils contracted.

The items on the ground actually all contained spirit-realm aura—how could that be?

Knives, spears, swords, halberds—neatly arranged on the ground.

Regarding spirit-realm aura, Wang Ping is naturally not unfamiliar; at a glance he saw that these items indeed contained spirit-realm aura.

He involuntarily turned his gaze toward the stall owner.

The stall owner is an old man at the great completion of Qi refinement, with white-spotted hair, deathly aura already appearing on his face, his spirit power fluctuations obscure and sluggish, clearly at the end of his lifespan.

At this moment, the old man stopped and said unhurriedly:

"Fellow Daoist, how are these not treasures? Look at the ground— which item lacks a mysterious aura?"

"Bullshit! The fan you sold me is just a low-grade magical instrument, yet you dare charge me three hundred spirit stones, just because it contains a trace of mysterious aura? I spit!"

The cultivator who bought the fan was now obviously flustered and angry, bearing no demeanor of a cultivator.

The old man rolled his eyes and bluntly retorted: "Which low-grade magical instrument can unleash medium-grade attack power? You junior, in a moment of itchiness, squandered the mysterious aura on the fan; now it's just an ordinary low-grade instrument, and you still blame me?"

The cultivator hearing this turned red-faced and embarrassed, stammering unable to speak; the onlooking cultivators also understood the situation and began to blame the fan-buying cultivator.

Under the reproaches of many cultivators, the fan-buying cultivator fled in shame.

The remaining cultivators, however, became interested in the old man's stall items and eagerly purchased them with spirit stones.

Wang Ping's eyes rolled, sensing something off; no matter how he looked, the stall owner and the departing cultivator seemed to be acting.

But why do all these items contain spirit-realm aura?

Just now he confirmed that the mysterious aura the old man spoke of was spirit-realm aura.

But spirit-realm aura absolutely does not enhance a magical instrument's attack power; rather, it has a great attraction for drawing down heavenly and earthly great power.

This old man is definitely deceiving people; seeing the old man beside him gleefully collecting spirit stones, Wang Ping became more certain; soon, the items on the ground sold out.

Wang Ping turned and left, but his mental power continued to watch the old man.

After he left, the old man also packed up his things and departed from this place.

Wang Ping did not move from his spot; his spiritual power could observe a hundred zhang away.

If he wanted to follow another cultivator, he could double that distance.

Increasing the distance a bit would be safer.

Hmm?

Wang Ping raised his eyebrows; in his perception, it seemed someone was also tailing the old man.

Things are getting more interesting?

Could the old man be setting a trap? Wang Ping's heart leapt; it wasn't impossible.

Selling these items that can enhance magical tool power so blatantly is clearly a ploy to fish.

Those now following behind are all bait.

In just this moment, already no fewer than ten people have followed behind.

It's getting more and more interesting.

Regarding why the old man possessed so many items with spirit-realm aura, Wang Ping was very curious, relying on his Heaven-Overturning Seal protecting him.

After a cup of tea, he also followed up, but relying on the strength of his spiritual power, he trailed far behind the main group at a distance of a hundred zhang.