Fire Monster

Chapter 10 The Facts Are There
"Oh oh oh!"

The roosters crowed, signaling the end of the day and the end of get off work and school. Zhao Guanshan walked out of the civilian area, expressing his gratitude profusely.

Repairing the psychic spear itself is not difficult.

However, the martial artist named Qin Jian enthusiastically invited him to have a meal and agreed that they could cooperate again if there was a chance in the future.

After all, if Zhao Guanshan could come up with similar practical materials, maybe he would have some top students.

In short, as long as there is no adjustment involved, Qin Jian will not suffer any loss.

Zhao Guanshan was also happy about this. As long as the rules allowed, he could make a small fortune, which was something he wished for.

However, after leaving the civilian area, he quickly calmed down, quickened his pace and headed straight for the workshop store he numbered ninth, not because the boss here was easy to talk to, but because only this place sold the marrow cleansing liquid.

This is a completely different track from repairing spiritual supply arrays, repairing psychic equipment, and psychic weapons.

It's like the difference between a drugstore and a restaurant.

It’s not that we can’t be like a grocery store, but the rules don’t allow it.

The other workshops and shops only had three department signs on their doors, but this ninth workshop and shop had an extra department sign.

That is the qualification certificate for the license to operate dangerous drugs business.

"Boy, it's you again. Have you figured it out?"

The workshop has not yet closed, ten of the twelve operating tables are in operation, and ten Qi-refining apprentices are still busy. Zhao Guanshan seems to see his future destiny being frozen here.

The workshop owner was a middle-aged woman with a well-maintained figure. Half of her face was quite delicate, but the other half looked like a demon, with purple-red cracks all over it, which was extremely terrifying.

Obviously, this is a martial artist who retired due to injury. It is amazing that he can run a workshop.

"I want to buy a sixty-grade marrow cleansing liquid."

With money in hand and no panic in his heart, Zhao Guanshan felt very different at the moment. The so-called sixty-grade is a term, referring to the spiritual content of 60%, which is a standard specially used for some medicines such as the marrow-washing spiritual liquid.

And the sixtieth grade is already the lowest quality.

For example, if he passed the final examination in half a year, the reward he would receive would be an eighty-eighth-grade marrow cleansing spirit liquid.

There is a huge gap between the two. The market price of a sixty-grade marrow cleansing spiritual liquid is fifty Dao Palace small coins, while the market price of an eighty-eighth-grade marrow cleansing spiritual liquid is five Dao Palace large coins.

"A big Dao Palace coin!"

The workshop owner took a look at Zhao Guanshan, quoted a price indifferently, and then doubled the price.

"why?"

Zhao Guanshan was stunned. Even if he was a liberal arts student, there was no reason to bully him like this.

And this is different from the practical materials he sold in the Taoist temple.

The former is the market price and has rules.

Although the Taoist temple does not pursue the latter, there are no rules to restrain it after all.

"If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself."

The boss still spoke slowly, but his eyes were full of meaning.

Zhao Guanshan's heart trembled, and he immediately understood that this ferocious-looking proprietress was quite powerful. He didn't know whether she had seen the transaction between him and Qin Jian, or had guessed it?
But no matter what, he had to suffer this loss in silence.

Without saying anything more, the transaction was completed quickly and he turned and left.

The workshop owner glanced at his back and snorted coldly. This kid was quite sensible, because the extra premium also included the guarantee of temporary peace and avoiding trouble.

Otherwise, who doesn’t have some secrets?

This sly-looking liberal arts boy must be taking on some private work outside.

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The Five Spirits Train slowly stopped, and groups of Taoist students and Qi-refining apprentices who had just finished work got off the train. They formed a huge crowd and dispersed towards the various slum alleys.

Zhao Guanshan blended in with the crowd without making a sound. He didn't want to attract attention, but at the entrance of the Slum Alley, he was stopped by the Demon Suppression Division team.

"Your name is Zhao Guanshan. Did you skip class today?"

It was the same Qi Refiner from yesterday. He frowned slightly and looked over here vigilantly.

"Yes, I think I'm dying, and I don't want to be in your hospice care, so I can only find a way to save myself."

Although Zhao Guanshan was frightened by the gaze of this Qi Refiner, he still looked back stubbornly. What was wrong with struggling hard to survive!

"So what? You took the practical materials to sell, and then used the money to buy a marrow cleansing liquid. Do you think I'm stupid or you're stupid? This system of the Taoist Academy is not a loophole, and I have no right to question it, but I know very well how much this kind of practical materials can be sold for."

The Qi Refiner said sinisterly that if this matter was not clarified it would be dereliction of duty.

How can I not give a reasonable explanation for the fact that someone who was dying last night suddenly became full of life today?

"I didn't sell the materials to those profiteers. Do you think I'm a fool if the price is ten times higher than mine? I was just squatting there and found a martial artist who needed to repair his psychic spear. I helped him repair the psychic spear and he gave me a reasonable price."

"What's the name of that martial artist?"

"Qin Jian!"

"Where did you buy the marrow cleansing solution?"

"The street in the western civilian area, the ninth workshop from north to south."

"How many pieces?"

"Sixtieth grade, sold for one Dao Palace coin."

In a simple conversation, Zhao Guanshan answered fluently, because these are all facts, no matter how you investigate, what you find will be facts.

He was just using all these facts to cover up the matter of his imperially-sealed oil lamp.

This is also the reason why he skipped a day of class and went through so much trouble even though he was clearly in good health.

When asked this, the Qigong practitioner's expression eased a little. With a name, a time and a place all matching, there was nothing suspicious.

Because even a sixtieth-grade marrow-cleansing spiritual liquid could bring back to life a dying person like Zhao Guanshan.

The power of Reiki is so magical.

"Go ahead and don't skip classes anymore. If you fail the final exam, you know what the consequences will be."

The Qi Refiner said this and let Zhao Guanshan go.

As long as you understand the whole story, it's a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

"This guy is not simple, but he is lucky. Qin Jian is a kind guy. Otherwise, if it was Wei Tieniu, this guy would be slapped to death if he dared to sell it."

At this time, a martial artist laughed and said that of course they recognized Qin Jian, so when Zhao Guanshan said this name, it was actually true.

"Not necessarily. Ordinary liberal arts students in the Taoist Academy wouldn't think of this. Speaking of which, those workshops that repair psychic weapons are too shady. If I had the time, I would have thought of sending my psychic weapons to the Taoist Academy for repair. At least it's free."

Another martial artist also laughed and said that they also had to support their families and could not be carefree.

"Forget it. Although the Taoist temple is free, those little brats can't handle the adjustment. For us, it is more practical to go to a familiar workshop for repairs."

Several martial artists started a discussion.

The Qi Refiner did not speak, but only stared at the slums around him. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, you need to be more diligent in the next few days. In the past half month, six people in our area have been killed by Life Devouring Demons. We are always a step late. I estimate that this is at least a third-level Life Devouring Demon. Although it won't cause too much trouble, it is not a solution to let it go on like this."

"So, it should be able to attack again."

Hearing this, the two martial artists also looked bitter and helpless. The Life-Devouring Demon was too cunning and it was impossible to catch him easily, but the danger level was not high enough to request the intervention of a higher-level immortal master. They originally wanted to use Zhao Guanshan as bait, but before they could do anything, Zhao Guanshan had already survived and saved himself successfully.

Next we have to patrol and inspect day and night.

It’s so hard! These patrol days are so hard.

(End of this chapter)