noveltune Chapter 155: Golden silk
Chapter 155: Golden silk
Chapter 155: Golden silk
"Please don’t misunderstand, I come from Da Jin and have been trading various rare insects and beasts in the Southern Region for many years. Especially in this Southern Region black market, disciples from various sects often sell the unique insects and beasts found here. And because transactions in the ghost market are always kept confidential, you know, I ask everyone who passes by my stall!" The one-armed old man hurriedly said.
"Oh! Is that so?" Yuan Ming’s expression remained tense.
"This is something I just bought. If you don’t believe me, you can verify it." The one-armed old man took out a small blue bag from behind, which looked like a spirit beast bag.
Yuan Ming’s doubts gradually disappeared when he saw this scene.
It turned out that this person was actually selling goods in the black market, but in reality, he was buying them.
A thought flashed through his mind. He realized that the origin of the blue beast egg was somewhat dubious, and he didn’t want to invite trouble because of it. So he decided to take the opportunity to exchange it for some spirit stones.
"I do have a rare beast in my possession, but I don’t lack spirit stones and have no intention of selling it. I’m afraid I will disappoint you, Daoist friend." Yuan Ming said, pretending to be elusive.
Upon hearing these words, the one-armed old man did not show much disappointment. Instead, he calmly stopped Yuan Ming.
His family was skilled in raising venomous snakes and beasts. After obtaining rare beasts from the Southern Region, they would cultivate and sell them to sects in the Central Region. These rare beasts were often hard to come by in the Central Region.
He would also buy low-priced magical tools and spiritual materials from the markets in Da Jin and sell them in the Southern Region, doubling his profits.
"If you don’t lack spirit stones, I also have a collection of other things: spiritual materials, elixirs, talismans, and even two defensive magical tools. You can choose freely, Daoist friend." With that, the one-armed old man took out a storage bag and handed it over.
The storage bag contained many talismans, elixirs, and two defensive magical tools, all of which were of the lower grade based on their aura.
"I don’t need any of these. In fact, I have a precious beast egg, but unfortunately, you can’t afford it." Yuan Ming provoked.
"Really? Can I take a look?"
"Please have a look." Yuan Ming took out the blue beast egg. The old man focused his gaze on it and saw a species he had never encountered before, instantly revealing a look of delight.
"I don’t lack spirit stones, but I want to exchange it for a middle-grade magical tool." Yuan Ming said.
"A middle-grade magical tool? I’m just an ordinary peddler. How could I have such a treasure? You overestimate me. How about exchanging it for something here? Take another look?" The one-armed old man pointed to the storage bag.
"In that case, forget it." Yuan Ming didn’t hesitate and handed the storage bag back, then turned and walked away.
The one-armed old man was taken aback, watching Yuan Ming’s figure about to disappear from sight. He immediately hurriedly caught up and said, "Daoist friend, please wait. I just remembered that I happen to have a middle-grade magical tool. Do you need it?"
Yuan Ming heard this and walked back slowly.
The one-armed old man gritted his teeth, reached into his chest, and pulled out a black wooden box. He carefully opened a slit.
Yuan Ming’s divine sense entered the box and saw a pale golden gauze inside. It seemed to be woven from golden threads, three feet long and half a foot wide, neatly folded there, emitting a golden glow.
Just by appearance, the golden gauze was completely different from the previous red shield.
Yuan Ming activated his divine sense and probed the interior of the gauze. A force invisible to the naked eye emanated from within, blocking his divine sense.
He operated the Death Moon method, and his powerful divine sense surged out, instantly breaking through the barrier of the gauze and exploring its depths.
The golden curtain only trembled slightly before returning to its calm state.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming’s face showed a satisfied expression. The Qing Sword Art, as a mid-level technique, could only slightly shake the golden silk. The defensive power of the golden silk was even better than he had expected.
Although the Exploding Fire Art could test the defensive power of the golden silk to a greater extent, it consumed a lot of spiritual energy and made too much noise. The sealing talismans might not be able to conceal it. Moreover, he was also afraid of being too clever and ruining everything.
Yuan Ming put away the golden silk and the sealing talismans, sat on the bed, and took out the "Miscellaneous Discourses on Formation Dao" that he had just bought from the Ghost Market, carefully reading through it.
The book explained the basic principles of formations and provided introductory knowledge for beginners in formation dao. The author had a deep understanding of formations but used simple and easy-to-understand language, making it easy for outsiders like Yuan Ming to understand.
After finishing the book, he had a preliminary understanding of formations.
"Hmm, what’s this..." Yuan Ming’s gaze fell on the last two pages.
These two pages described something called "Formation Flags" and "Formation Plates," which were special types of magical tools that could carry formation patterns.
A formation master would engrave a set of formation patterns onto the formation flags and plates in advance. When they needed to activate them, they would arrange them in a certain order and use corresponding spirit stones to quickly set up a formation.
Using formation flags and plates to set up formations was much faster than recording formation patterns on the spot. However, the power was weaker because the formation flags and plates didn’t match the environment well.
The book mentioned that engraving a set of formation flags and plates was even more difficult than setting up a formation. Even for a skilled formation master, the success rate was not high.
"So, the small flags and plates in the White Dragon Island’s Shark Jade Box should be a set of formation flags and plates! Unfortunately, I don’t know what formation patterns are engraved on them," Yuan Ming thought to himself.
Without knowing the positions and rules of the formation patterns on the flags and plates, it was impossible to set up a formation. He could only study them carefully when he had the opportunity in the future.
Yuan Ming put away the "Miscellaneous Discourses on Formation Dao" and took out a Qingxuan Spirit Incense that he had purchased. He lit it up, and the spiritual energy contained in the incense filled the room, refreshing his mind and spirit.
Then, he sat cross-legged on the bed, swallowed a Foundation Nurturing Pill, closed his eyes, and began to refine his cultivation using the Nine Elements Formula.
With the White Deer Summit meeting in the distance and the White Night Scattered Alliance mission approaching, he needed to make use of every moment to cultivate and improve his spiritual power for a little more security.
After cultivating for a moment, Yuan Ming suddenly felt something. He summoned an incense burner and placed the lit incense on the table.
The incense on the incense burner immediately changed. A wisp of green smoke rose straight up, swirling and gathering in the room, continuously condensing without dispersing.He felt a connection with the smoke, his nostrils flared slightly, and he subconsciously took a deep breath. The drifting blue smoke gathered again into a wisp, rushing towards him like a living creature.
Yuan Ming only felt a sense of coolness traveling straight from his nostrils to his lungs, then sinking directly into his dantian. An indescribable sense of comfort spontaneously arose.
At this moment, he felt as if he was bathing in a cool river on a hot summer day. His whole body, limbs, and bones were all relaxed at this moment. The blue smoke made a turn inside his body and was slowly exhaled by him.
The spiritual power in the blue smoke remained in his body, and the exhaled turbid air took away all his fatigue.
Between each inhale and exhale, the wisps of blue smoke around him seemed to come alive, swirling around Yuan Ming’s body, repeating in cycles.
In this world, it was as if he was in a fantasy.
(End of Chapter)