Chapter 43: Danqing Sword

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Hua is joking."

Fang Xing shook his head: "It's just that I still have some problems with Wu Gong, and I want to ask for advice..."

Thinking that the advice Meng Yi gave last time was truly useful, Fang Xing wouldn't be so proud as to look down on the ancients just because he came from the interstellar era.

After all, in terms of realm, the Primordial Realm of this world is equivalent to the Unpolished Jade Realm; strictly speaking, Hua Feiyue is still one major realm higher than him.

He immediately stated some of the difficulties he encountered in practicing the "Extreme Emotion Sword."

Mainly that the meditation method and the simulated realm were difficult to enter!

After all, the Extreme Emotion Sword is different from the Ghost-God Blade; it requires drawing out the most profound emotions in the heart, the more intense the better.

It is simply the opposite of the Soul-Returning Pill that can clear the mind, so the experience of practicing the Ghost-God Blade is useless here, and he needs to find another way.

"If I heard correctly, Fellow Daoist's martial art cannot be entered because you cannot draw out the most intense emotions in your heart?"

Perhaps because she received benefits, Hua Feiyue's address became much more formal.

"Exactly so."

Fang Xing considered that he had the foundation of the Ghost-God Blade in meditation and hypnosis; as long as he passed this hurdle, he should be able to enter the "Extreme Emotion Sword"!

As long as he entered, and the blood bar lit up on the attribute panel, the rest was just a matter of how to liver it.

"This matter is simple. Fellow Daoist, do you know that among us warriors, there are some unorthodox mental martial arts..." Hua Feiyue smiled sweetly: "To tell you the truth, this concubine also practices a mental grand art, named the 'Seven Emotions Manual', which can stir up the emotions of other warriors..."

"Mental Wu Gong? That's a way." Fang Xing's eyes brightened.

"Besides this, if this kind of mental martial arts still cannot be stimulated, Fellow Daoist can also seek help from those cultivators. Cultivators have many means in this regard, such as illusions that attack the mind, talismans, and the like..." Hua Feiyue continued to suggest.

"However, stimulating oneself like this is slightly dangerous..." Fang Xing frowned slightly, feeling that it was better not to provoke cultivators for now.

On the contrary, Hua Feiyue's "Seven Emotions Formula," he could try it; anyway, he had the "Soul-Returning Pill" as a bottom line, so even if his spirit was damaged, it could be made up for.

"Why don't... you try first?"

Fang Xing put down the monster meat, interested.

"Okay, look into my eyes..." Hua Feiyue's eyes were somewhat blurred.

Fang Xing looked over and actually felt that in the other party's pupils, it was as if they were covered with a layer of glaze luster.

"This is the first form of the Seven Emotions—Joy!"

Accompanied by Hua Feiyue's voice, Fang Xing suddenly felt a "great joy" descend.

"A bit interesting, but wanting to completely draw out the emotions in my heart is not quite enough..."

He muttered.

"It seems Fellow Daoist's heart and will are very firm; you must cooperate with other means to have an effect..."

Hua Feiyue bit her lip: "This is the second form—Anger!"

The next instant, Fang Xing's eyes were somewhat red, feeling as if a fierce fire was burning in his body.

Several hours later.

Fang Xing carried the monster meat, his footsteps somewhat floating as he walked out of Hua Feiyue's shack.

"Hiss... this woman's tongue skills are truly amazing; I've decided, I'll ask her to be the female shopkeeper in the future...

"But no need to buy a shop first, just be a female stall owner..."

After today's tempering of the "Seven Emotions Formula," Fang Xing couldn't say he had entered the Extreme Emotion Sword, but he had also roughly figured out some ways.

As long as he persevered, he would surely be able to reach that mysterious state and successfully enter the "Extreme Emotion Sword"!

"Ten catties of monster meat in exchange for this, not a loss..."

A trace of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Two days later.

Zheng Family Auction Venue.

The venue was very large, and there were various spiritual patterns on the walls, swimming like fish.

At this time, it was the day the Zheng family auction opened!

Only to see the six big doors of the auction venue wide open, like a giant beast, swallowing the flow of people from all directions.

Fang Xing was gray-clothed and masked, wearing a bamboo hat, looking at this surging flow of people, feeling emotional in his heart.

He walked into the door and immediately saw a greeter.

"Does this guest want a private room? It only takes ten spirit stones. If you bid for a favorite item, you can immediately go to the private room for trading, and there are several roads and secret doors, so you can leave the auction venue at any time..."

This greeter spoke very quickly, obviously having said the same thing many times.

"No need!"

Fang Xing waved his hand. He originally had this intention, but thinking that he wasn't even a Primordial, yet booking a private room, would instead be very eye-catching!

Not to mention other cultivators, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators in the market could definitely release their divine sense and see many things.

'Of course, I am just an ordinary Primordial martial artist; even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator sees me, they won't care, and might even treat me as an ant... The premise is not to be too jumpy.'

Fang Xing touched the laser gun in his bosom.

This laser gun had no spiritual energy fluctuations at all, and was probably considered a rather exquisite secular mechanism creation in divine sense?

'To be honest, relying on the characteristic that the laser gun has no magic power fluctuations, I might really be able to sneak attack a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but I don't want to do that... It's better to practice steadily.'

He walked to the hall and found that it was quite empty, with many rosewood tables, and tea and snacks on the tables.

These snacks were made from materials like spirit rice, with exquisite shapes and fragrant tea.

'The Zheng family is still quite attentive...'

Fang Xing found an empty seat at random, sat down peacefully, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the auction to start.

Half an hour later, the entire hall was almost full of people, most of whom were cultivators, and there were also many Primordial and Postnatal martial artists.

In the private rooms, one fist-sized pearl after another bloomed with radiance.

Accompanied by three gongs, all eyes gathered on the high platform.

Fang Xing looked over and saw a thin, tall old man wearing an earthy yellow magic robe. His eyes were deep, with strands of golden light in them, and he was bowing to all sides:

"I am Zheng Yuanao, welcome everyone to this auction, and wish everyone can bid for their favorite items."

Zheng Yuanao had profound magic power, and his voice could be heard throughout the venue.

"It's him, the Zheng family's 'Golden-Eyed Eagle' Zheng Yuanao... Qi Condensation perfection cultivator! No wonder it's as if he's speaking in my ear; sure enough, his magic power is profound!"

"Not only that, this person hosts the Zheng family's auction and pawnshop, and it is said that he has fiery eyes and golden pupils, never missing a shot, and has picked up many leaks..."

Listening to the discussion of the two cultivators next to him, Fang Xing couldn't help but become interested.

'It seems that his eyes are golden, is it because he practiced a special pupil technique?'

'Running an auction pawnshop, if the eyes aren't bright, it's indeed very easy to lose money...'

'The Zheng family ancestor has Foundation Establishment cultivation, which is enough to suppress the venue, plus this one, no wonder they make a fortune every day...'

He had a few more expectations for this auction in his heart.

At this time, Zheng Yuanao also let a maid with bright eyes and white teeth bring the first auction item of this auction to the stage:

"Top-grade magic tool—Iron Feather Sword! It is a rare set of magic tools, taking the most precious root life feather of seven 'Iron Feather Eagles,' mixed with iron essence and gold essence to forge. A set of seven flying swords in total, sharp and incomparable, indestructible, and can form a sword array..."

Fang Xing looked over and saw seven palm-sized black flying swords floating in the air under the other party's magic power, sword energy breaking through the air.

However, he was not a cultivator anyway, and had no interest in this kind of magic tool.

On the contrary, those late-stage Qi Condensation, and even Qi Condensation perfection great experts, were very interested in the set of flying swords.

After all, a set of seven flying swords, if formed into a sword array, the power was truly not small.

"Iron Feather Sword, starting price 2,100 spirit stones, each increase not less than 10 spirit stones..."

Just after Zheng Yuanao finished speaking, an impatient voice sounded: "2,200 spirit stones!"

"2,300 spirit stones!"

The price of spirit stones rose all the way, and finally, it was obtained by a cultivator in a private room for the price of 3,100 spirit stones.

After the first auction item achieved a good start, Zheng Yuanao's face became much ruddier, and he clapped his hands to order the maid to bring the second auction item: "Rank 1 mid-grade formation—'Small Wind-Fire Formation,' including forty-nine formation flags, formation disks, tokens, etc., with a formation range of three to five acres, can release 'Spirit Fire Technique,' 'Beacon Smoke Technique,' and has the effects of trapping enemies and covering up... Starting price 1,500 spirit stones!"

Fang Xing couldn't use this set of formations either, after all, he wasn't a cultivator.

Even if it were a cultivator, they didn't have so many spirit stones, and could only watch as this formation was collected by a gang leader of a Qi Condensation gang for the price of more than 2,000 spirit stones.

Next, there were cultivation methods, magic robes, pills, spirit pets, etc... all of which were boutique items.

Especially items like magic robes made mainly of various monster leathers, and spirit beast eggs, were clearly much more numerous, and the prices were relatively cheaper, attracting those cultivators to bid one after another.

And some Primordial martial artists also occasionally bid to buy things they could use.

"Blood-refined magic tool—'Danqing Sword'!"

After dozens of auction items, a long sword appeared in Zheng Yuanao's hand.

This sword was more than three feet long, about an inch wide, with green light flashing all over, cold and piercing, and there were blood-red patterns on the sword body.

Just looking at it made one feel a sharp aura coming toward one's face.

"Looking at the materials, it's really a blood-refined magic tool... A wasteful thing for martial artists!"

A cultivator beside Fang Xing complained.

Generally speaking, cultivator magic tools are very small, especially flying swords, mostly palm-sized, or about a foot long.

This not only uses less material, but in Fang Xing's view, it can also minimize air resistance and facilitate control out of thin air.

Of course, when there is a special need, magic tools can naturally stimulate functions like size as one wishes, which in Fang Xing's view is very unscientific.

But with cultivators, it seems there is no need to talk about science.

However, to be honest, the materials of this "Danqing Sword" are enough to forge four or five low-grade magic tool flying swords, which is indeed a bit wasteful.

Alas, martial artists are just like this.

Even Primordial martial artists, possessing Primordial True Qi, can only use some low-grade talismans, inject a certain amount of energy into formation flags, etc.

Wanting to drive low-grade magic tools is basically impossible.

Therefore, there are refiners who specially design a kind of "blood-refined magic tool" for Primordial martial artists!

This kind of "blood-refined magic tool" has at most the same power as a low-grade magic tool, but it can be injected with Primordial True Qi or even essence blood to stimulate, which is very convenient for martial artists.

Even Fang Xing, looking at it, felt a bit hot-eyed.

'So sharp, holding it to chop people must feel good... It can also be refined, if it's not expensive...' ===== CHAPTER 44 =====