I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 531

The formation of the Golden Core, or the Golden Core stage, is fundamentally different from the previous stages.

Those who reach this level can call themselves True Persons, and have a deeper understanding of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

After being refined through countless trials, the liquid spiritual energy flowing within the body condenses into a solid golden elixir.

While the power of the magic will increase exponentially, lifespan will also increase significantly. Even if one doesn't achieve immortality, one can easily witness the rise and fall of dynasties and the vicissitudes of life over hundreds of years.

This is clearly a good thing, but Su Fan can't be happy.

Before reaching the Golden Core realm, one must undergo tribulations of lightning and trials of inner demons.

Therefore, all cultivators will deal with all their trivial matters before advancing to the next level, and then find a quiet and secluded place to cultivate in seclusion.

But where can you find a quiet, secluded place these days?

The injuries will take some time to fully heal, and in addition, the cult under Chen Wujiu's command is also eyeing the area covetously.

It doesn't seem like a good time to undergo tribulation.

Because he had an unusually large number of trivial matters on his hands.

As for making a breakthrough on the spot? Don't be naive.

Real life isn't a novel; which cultivator can physically withstand lightning strikes while simultaneously furiously dealing with enemies who come looking for trouble?

As Su Fan was mentally calculating how long it would take to reach the Core Formation stage, Theresa's voice came from beside him.

"If I could, I would also like to have the ability to see through evil at a glance."

She sighed quietly.

“Andrei was around us for so long, and I didn’t even realize his true identity.”

"Before infiltrating, he sealed away his past memories and personality, creating a fake personality. His true self only emerges at crucial moments. Before that, even if you kill him directly, he will still believe that he is a good policeman named Andrei."

Su Fan looked up and saw a light gray cloud slowly drifting towards them from the horizon, trying to block out the bright sunshine.

In the blink of an eye, a strong gust of air suddenly rose 700 meters in the sky, dispersing the gray cloud.

The warm sunshine shone down again, and Su Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"A clever swindler will first deceive himself before deceiving others. If he has already gone this far, then he would have wasted his time if he could not deceive you."

"I'm not as omnipotent as you think; I just had doubts about everyone who was there at the time."

"Everyone?"

Theresa recalled the exorcism experience Su Fan had accumulated and nodded thoughtfully.

"Then I will do that in the future too."

"You don't need to consciously change your behavior patterns. After experiencing more situations, you will naturally know how to deal with similar situations."

Su Fan stretched his body.

"True change happens quietly; if you are determined to reverse things, it won't have the desired effect."

Thinking about it carefully, he has changed quite a bit in some ways.

For example, the talisman patterns left on the wall after the demon fetus was dealt with.

In the past, when we were weak, we were always careful in everything we did, worried that our power would attract the siege of evil beings or the covetousness of powerful national figures.

Everything they do must be done to erase their own traces, while Mayfair's forces must do their best to cover for them.

Now he not only doesn't need to hide anything, but he even deliberately leaves talismans on the walls.

As he said, change always happens quietly.

……

"Did the on-site investigation reveal anything unusual?"

"No, it's basically the same as those people's testimonies. It's just that who would have thought that Commander Andrei would be the mole..." "Listen to me, it's nothing new for the police station to have moles. In the past, the blacklist always sent in members with relatively clean backgrounds. Now, the source of the undercover agents has just changed from gangs to cults. There's no need to make a fuss about it."

"I just... sigh..."

"Stop your sighing and complaining. You should be grateful that someone is cleaning up our mess, otherwise tonight wouldn't be just about writing reports. Okay, that's a wrap."

The older officer yawned.

He glanced at the rookie on the side, who seemed to sympathize, and patted him hard on the back.

"Stand up straight."

"I'm getting on in years, and I'm still working night shifts. Show some energy, young man."

"Oh... um..."

"But work is always so exhausting, and now there are all sorts of weird and supernatural things going on... This midlife crisis is probably something that no one before our generation has ever experienced..."

As the older officer complained, he caught a glimpse of two figures approaching their location out of the corner of his eye.

The abrupt end of the conversation and the exchange of glances quickly drew the newcomer's attention to the newcomer.

"Hey! Stop! Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering this area..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his mouth being covered.

The rookie turned his head, looking puzzled, only to see the older police officer leading the team looking pale, his pupils dilated, shaking his head with difficulty at him.

Be quiet!

Even without a word, a complete novice can understand what the other person is trying to say.

The newlyweds didn't ask why, because the instant their mouths were covered, a bone-chilling cold gradually crept up from their toes.

A terrifying and dark vision appeared before his eyes.

A girl who commits suicide by cutting her wrists in front of a mirror, a ghoul digging up and devouring corpses in a graveyard, a witch who slaughters infants...

In the trembling pupils, the faint, illusory shadows behind the two figures were reflected.

Hundred Ghosts at Night.

This isn't a Halloween costume; it's a collection of real evil spirits exuding a terrifying, twisted, and malevolent aura!

Two figures walked straight past them and arrived in the center of the hotel lobby.

As they advanced, the cordon ahead automatically unfolded, as if eagerly welcoming their arrival.

"Isol died in this very place."

"I'm not interested in where he died; I just want to see who destroyed our long-established plan."

They chatted as if no one else was around, seemingly oblivious to the two policemen standing there like statues.

But the latter was well aware of the reason.

When people talk to each other, do they deliberately choose a place without pebbles or gravel?

To those two figures, their existence was no different from that of those tiny objects.

"Don't rush, just take a look at the scene and you'll know the other party's strength."

As the figure in front spoke, its head twisted strangely, revealing another face beneath its hair.

His eyes scanned every area of ​​that ferocious face.

The two officers' hearts raced involuntarily.

All they could do was frantically pray that the clues the other was looking for weren't in the area where they were standing.

(End of this chapter)