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Chapter 123 Golden Bell
Chapter 123 Golden Bell
A moment later, Fang Qing walked out of Tingfeng Tower and sighed.
The scarcity of spiritual objects in this world was beyond his imagination.
He simply noticed that Elder Mu seemed quite knowledgeable, so he tried to inquire about pills that could enhance the mana of Foundation Establishment cultivators, or spiritual items that could help Foundation Establishment cultivators break through to the next level.
Elder Mu shook his head repeatedly, saying that there might still be a few pills to enhance magical power, but those were resources that Shangyong Sect had to release in order to guard Beixuan County.
As for elixirs or even spiritual objects that can assist in the initial breakthrough of the Dao Foundation stage? There is absolutely no trace of them.
"If all Dao Foundation Spiritual Objects are like this—how will they break through to the Purple Mansion realm in the future?"
Fang Qing remained silent.
The ancient Shu's bad habit of hoarding higher-level spiritual items or allowing only those of the same level to be traded will undoubtedly hinder his inter-realm trade business.
But there's nothing we can do about it—without sufficient strength and influence, everything is difficult.
He sighed, temporarily abandoning his idea of using the beads to change his appearance and cultivation techniques—and then selling off large quantities at high prices in other shops.
This not only makes it easy to be exposed, but also doesn't bring much benefit.
Even if one could purchase a large number of Qi-nourishing spiritual items, it would still be difficult to meet the needs of Dao Foundation cultivation.
Spiritual materials are truly scarce in this world; trade is primarily based on barter, and even spirit stones, a common equivalent, are nonexistent.
Fang Qing strolled around the market and listened to a song at a brothel, but did not stay overnight.
Ever since he learned that the more upscale the brothels in ancient Shu, the more likely they were to have secret interests in the Hehuan Sect, he was determined not to stay overnight in such places of entertainment.
Even those female cultivators who half-closed their doors, the Hehuan Techniques they possess might very well originate from the Hehuan Sect!
He had always been reluctant to associate with the witches of the Hehuan Sect.
Fang Qingfei flew out of Yanshanfang, walking on the waves, his sleeves fluttering, like a celestial being.
Suddenly, a great river appeared ahead, stretching east to west, vast and mighty.
He stopped by the river and waved.
A gecko puppet the size of a palm flew into his hand. He sighed and looked behind him: "Who are you, fellow Daoist? Please show yourself."
A flash of light revealed a figure chasing the sun and moon. She wore a flowing robe and a golden phoenix hairpin, and was a stunningly beautiful woman. She gracefully bowed and said, "I am Jin Ling'er—I greet you, fellow Daoist."
This woman was also a Dao Foundation cultivator, and for some reason she kept following him after he left the market.
According to Fang Qing's feeling, it didn't seem like a calamity cultivator, nor did it seem like a sudden whim of the "Plum Blossom Divination".
Regardless of whether she is real or not, just kill her.
Fang Qing's expression hardened: "How did you manage to track me down?"
"Hehe—Fellow Daoist has a great memory. You were the one who came to me to listen to your music before."
Jin Ling'er looked so aggrieved that it made people feel sorry for her.
"Listening to music in a brothel? Are you the person behind that brothel?"
Fang Qing's expression immediately became extremely wary: "You're a Dao Foundation cultivator of the Hehuan Sect? Do you cultivate the [Rising Sun] technique?"
He recalled how the woman had vanished like a wisp of light, chasing the sun and the moon, and was quite recognizable: "Was she walking along the ground?"
"Hehe—I didn't expect you to know so much about our sect."
Jin Ling'er winked seductively, exuding charm, but Fang Qing felt only disgust: "I must have forgotten to check the calendar before leaving home today, to actually run into a demoness from the Joyous Union Sect—"
Jin Ling'er chuckled instead: "Yin and Yang are the great principles of heaven and earth, so why should you be so attached to your true form, fellow Daoist? Besides, brother is a heretical monk of the Tantric sect, and I am a bewitching demoness—aren't we a match made in heaven?"
"I----"
Fang Qing's expression turned cold, and he prepared to attack: "How did you recognize me?"
"This is the special feature of my cultivation of the [Rest of the Bed] — Brother, your physique is like a dragon and your blood and energy are like a tiger — it makes me unknowingly become infatuated and want to get closer to you."
Jin Ling'er gazed at Fang Qing with adoration, giving him goosebumps: "Enough nonsense, you vixen, what exactly do you want?"
He secretly decided that if this demoness suggested dual cultivation or something, he would just kill her.
"Brother, you really can't take a joke—I just heard that you spent a lot of [Zhenshui] spiritual resources at Tingfeng Tower before, and I also want to make a deal with you."
Jin Ling'er's demeanor changed drastically, transforming from her previous alluring and seductive charm into one of pitiful vulnerability.
Damn! This Listening Wind Pavilion even claims to have connections with the Shangyong Sect—a deal personally finalized by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and it's already been leaked!
Fang Qing cursed inwardly, then complained in his mind.
Just how scarce are the resources in this ancient Shu land, and in Beixuan County?
A mere box of sea pearls has attracted two Foundation Establishment cultivators—if they were to plot against Purple Mansion spiritual treasures in the future, wouldn't they inevitably clash with the Purple Mansion itself? How can anyone cultivate in this wretched place?
In any case, it's good that this witch didn't come to discuss the union of form and emptiness or the Vajra's way of subduing demons.
"Fellow Daoist, your timing is truly unfortunate—I have already sold all of my [Zhenshui] spiritual items to Tingfeng Tower."
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Fang Qing answered expressionlessly.
"Brother, please don't be so heartless—" Jin Ling'er said, tears welling up in her eyes, "I saw how generous you were just now, there can't possibly be only a few spiritual items—brother, would you like to hear my offer? How about a flying sword?"
"Oh? A flying sword?"
Fang Qing was slightly interested; forging a proper flying sword would consume a great deal of resources.
"Not only is it a legitimate flying sword, but it's also one of the forty-nine famous swords of ancient Shu!"
Jin Ling'er added.
Fang Qing, as if struck by a thought, sneered, "Could it be the infamous Purple Mansion Flying Sword—Xu Jin Huan? Tian Jin Chen has fallen into your hands?"
"How could I possibly be a match for Tian Jinchen? But I do know his whereabouts—I can make a deal with you, brother."
Jin Lingjiao chuckled, "A mere few portions of [Zhenshui] spiritual items can be wagered on a Purple Mansion Flying Sword. Isn't that a huge profit?"
I'm afraid I might earn the money but not live to spend it.
Fang Qing kept a cold face, inwardly cursing.
He was involved in the entire process of the Blessed Land of Misty Waves back then, how could he not know that Tian Jinchen and Xu Jinhuan were both objects in the eyes of the Purple Mansion?
He didn't want to cause trouble right under the nose of the Purple Mansion.
"Not interested, goodbye!"
Fang Qing didn't hesitate at all and turned to leave.
"Brother, wait a minute—"
Jin Ling'er felt a sudden urgency, and a palace faintly appeared in the surrounding void, from which soft, seductive music could be heard.
Fang Qing sneered, and a high-grade spiritual weapon-level throwing knife appeared in his hand.
With a light slash, the flying knife pierced through the illusory palace: "Fellow Daoist, would you like to duel?"
"Of course not—how could a little sister dare to lay a hand on her brother?"
Jin Ling'er said, "Brother is a highly respected monk from the secret realm—and possesses the physique of a dragon and elephant. I wonder if he needs Vajra Ghee?"
"Diamond ghee? Only those at the Foundation Establishment level can get that."
Fang Qing was about to leave, but upon hearing this, she paused in her tracks.
This Vajra Ghee comes from the Secret Realm and is quite effective for practicing various secret body-refining methods.
He has recently been diligently practicing the "Horse-Headed Vajra Protector Divine Skill." If he were to receive a Vajra Ghee infusion at the Dao Foundation level, his cultivation progress would likely be significantly accelerated.
"Of course there is—"
Jin Ling'er was somewhat helpless. She had originally planned to keep this treasured item as a hook to keep catching Fang Qing.
Unexpectedly, this person was impervious to persuasion, so the only option was to lure him with benefits.
At the same time, he secretly harbored resentment.
Her cultivation technique and seductive arts are astonishing. How could someone with only a water-based Dao foundation possibly maintain a clear mind all the time?
Left with no other choice, he could only take out a large jar of ghee: "This stuff comes from the Tibetan region and is extremely rare—this is the only jar available. It is all thanks to the great masters of Tantric Buddhism who brought it to the East. My sisters went to great lengths to serve the master and only then did we receive this reward—"
Demons and monsters, in cahoots—
Fang Qing mentally criticized the situation, then took out several jade boxes and tossed them in front of Jin Ling'er: "These—should be enough."
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"Great, thank you, brother. You are indeed incredibly wealthy—"
Jin Ling'er quickly checked him over, her eyes practically brimming with tears as she looked at Fang Qing with adoration.
"The money and goods are settled, the transaction is cleared—if you continue to follow me, I'm afraid I will consider you a person with ill intentions and kill you on the spot."
Fang Qing snorted coldly, stepped into the river, and his figure disappeared instantly.
Jin Ling'er watched this scene, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face: "[Ji Shui] Dao Foundation? Esoteric Buddhist Body Refinement?"
My Hehuan Sect has spies all over Shu—it seems an interesting incident happened in Ba County recently, a cultivator killed Mingzi of the White Bone Dao—hehe, another good piece of information, I'll definitely get a high price for it if I sell it to those guys in the White Bone Dao—
She navigated the light and shadow, preparing to return to Yanshanfang.
Just as Yanshanfang was in sight, suddenly!
Suddenly, icy rain fell from the sky, turning into wind, frost, rain, and snow.
"【Bi Yue】A demon race? A Daoist assassin from the Azure Bird Clan?"
Jin Ling'er swayed her slender waist and turned gracefully, her body twisting into a dangerous arc to dodge a sharp sliver of rain.
She let out a soft chuckle, even the freezing rain seemed to soften: "Fortunately, my 'Sidewalk' technique is skilled in movement—"
Amidst the moon's reflection in the cold pool and the wind, frost, rain, and snow, a figure suddenly appeared.
A streak of emerald green sword light, like a venomous snake, aimed straight for the central palace!
Jin Ling'er moved with incredible speed, chasing the sun and moon. She raised her hand and waved out a thin veil, the end of which was tied with a golden bell.
The bell rang crisply and powerfully, striking the flying sword.
The two cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage were engaged in a battle of magic, producing a series of strange phenomena that caused the nearby scattered cultivators to disperse in a panic.
This commotion clearly alerted Yanshanfang, and reinforcements arrived in an instant.
At that point, the assassination attempt would obviously have failed.
Just then!
A piercing flute note suddenly rang out.
Jin Ling'er's expression changed, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The emerald green sword light surged instantly, like a nail, fixing its gaze on that thin veil.
The assassin's figure finally came into view; it was Li Rulong, clad in golden scales and with prominent horns!
He stretched out his large, scale-covered hand, grabbed Jinling'er's fair and delicate neck, and gently twisted it.
Click!
This woman, who was involved in a sexual assault case, suddenly passed away.
Li Rulong didn't even glance at the Daoist cultivators chasing after him in the market. He looked in a certain direction and then sped away.
far away.
Having already changed his Dao foundation to [Lou Jin], and with a drastically altered appearance and demeanor, Fang Qing adjusted his bamboo hat and turned to leave: "Dare to pursue and scheme against me? You have already committed suicide."
I just didn't expect—Li Rulong was here too.
Oh, the Bluebird Clan is using half-demons as their vanguard, most likely to wear down their ragtag army. It wouldn't make sense for someone like him, a newcomer, not to go to the most dangerous places.
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