He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 124: The Monster Rotten Ox
It was Jiang Lin’s first time to “go shopping” in this world, and it was very new.

He was not in a hurry and started walking around the store.

Most of the items sold here are weapons, as well as some items similar to handicrafts, and only a very small number are materials.

As for weapons, their quality is very ordinary, most of them are not even as good as standard weapons.

There are not many types of materials, only two or three, among which iron accounts for the majority.

There are still two things left, one is the black crystal iron that I have seen before, and the other is something called Snow Spirit Soil.

According to the guy, this thing is made by covering the surface of the weapon after it is forged and re-forged, which will increase its cold resistance.

From a literal meaning, its effect is better than nothing, but its price is hundreds of times more expensive than ordinary iron.

A fist-sized handful cost more than three hundred taels of silver, which made Jiang Lin a little stunned.

"How can this thing be worth so much money?" Jiang Lin asked in confusion, "You guys are not marking the price randomly, are you?"

"Sir, you are joking. We clearly mark the prices and never cheat anyone!"

The clerk explained, "Don't underestimate this Snow Spirit Soil. Although it only increases the ability to resist cold, it is not used most of the time. But you have to know that if you want to have other characteristics in your weapons, you have to start with a precious weapon, which is a good thing that can only be bought with thousands of taels."

"And this Snow Spirit Soil only costs three hundred taels to have the ability of a precious weapon. How can it be expensive?"

Jiang Lin had nothing to say. Considering the rarity of the characteristic, three hundred taels was indeed not expensive.

However, compared with the long sword he made from the fangs of a demon python, the fire poison, which was not very powerful originally, now looks extremely amazing!
Jiang Lin had no interest in the Snow Spirit Soil, so he asked about the price of the Black Crystal Iron.

The result was also shocking. A piece of cake the size of a fingernail cost thirty taels of silver.

Based on the huge amount that Yuan Bingqi gave me before, wouldn’t it be several hundred taels?

Jiang Lin couldn't help but feel a little pain. These blacksmithing materials were all incredibly expensive. Only the price of ordinary iron was relatively normal.

The waiter continued, "It's obvious that you don't know much about ironmaking. Apart from ordinary iron, other materials are not easy to find. This black crystal iron is not expensive. It is really a rare material. It's normal to sell it for several thousand taels of silver even if it's the size of a bean."

For ordinary blacksmiths, it is impossible to forge precious weapons, spiritual weapons, or even higher-grade weapons with ordinary iron.

Only rare and high-quality materials will work, but because the production is small and there are many people who want to buy it, the price remains high.

Jiang Lin originally thought that he could buy a lot of good things with 700 taels of silver, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

Jiang Lin left the store slightly disappointed, went to a few other stores, and finally came out with his eyes wide open.

Several other stores did have some usable materials, but the prices were generally over a thousand taels.

In the words of the guys, these are all good materials for making precious weapons, so they naturally cannot be cheap.

Jiang Lin couldn't help feeling a little depressed. He could use ordinary iron to forge a second-grade weapon. Are precious weapons really that rare?

Yet it is true.

After walking around the street, I heard shouting.

"Fresh monster remains can be used as medicine, forging weapons, and making armor. Come and have a look."

Jiang Lin looked up and saw that it was a shop selling sundries. A huge monster head was hanging at the door, still dripping blood.

Many people were watching the excitement at the door. Monsters usually don't attack the city on their own initiative, but they are not stupid and know that there are masters here.

Therefore, most ordinary people, unless they have nothing to do, will go to deep mountains and forests or remote areas, otherwise they will rarely have the chance to see living monsters.

Jiang Lin walked over and saw the waiter introducing: "This beast is called Rotten Ox, it is a demon beast that thrives on Yin energy. Although it is not a third-grade beast, it has the power of a third-grade beast. Now, in order to reward the guests, you can take the whole beast away for only 500 taels of silver."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from the side: "Do you think we have never seen a monster? Rotten cows are the most evil. Unless they are used to treat a specific serious illness, they can hardly be used as medicine. Eating them will kill you." "As for making weapons and armor, it's even more nonsense. If you really wear them, you will probably be attacked by the evil spirit in a few days and die."

"You want to sell this for 500 taels of silver? No one wants it even for 50 taels!"

The guy's face turned red, but he had nothing to say.

The monster Rotten Ox is a very strange one.

There are very few that can reach the third level, and it is difficult for them to be used by living people. They are useless.

Seeing that the onlookers were preparing to leave with their noses in disdain, the guy couldn't help but make a bitter face. He was new here and didn't know much about monsters.

Before this, the shopkeeper was not at home, and someone came to sell a monster, so he took the initiative to buy it for one hundred taels.

I thought that it was a monster after all, no matter what kind it was, one hundred taels would definitely not be expensive.

Afterwards, he was scolded by the shopkeeper, who threatened to break his legs and burn down his house if he didn't earn the money back.

Seeing that the person was about to leave, the guy looked worried and didn't know what else to do.

At this time, a voice came into my ears: "Will you sell it for fifty taels?"

The guy looked up and saw a sturdy young man standing in front of him, looking at the rotten beef curiously.

He quickly said, "Sell! Do you want to buy?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I ask you." Jiang Lin took out fifty taels of silver and handed it over directly.

Seeing how straightforward he was, the guy couldn't help but hesitate, wondering whether he should take the opportunity to raise the price.

Although Jiang Lin didn't look at him, he seemed to be able to sense his thoughts. He said calmly, "You'd better not hesitate. Otherwise, I'm leaving and this thing will really fall into your hands."

The guy's heart skipped a beat, realizing that although this man looked young, he was very experienced and not someone who could be easily deceived.

He gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fifty taels is fifty taels, take it!"

Although I still lost money on one book, my family was still able to scrape together the money from various sources.

Jiang Lin didn't say much. He reached out, picked up the rotten beef, put it on his shoulder, and walked away.

The guy looked at his departing back, opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped talking.

The yin energy of rotten cattle is too strong and cannot be touched casually, otherwise you will get a minor illness or even sudden death at any time.

But when I think about how I have lost all my money, how can I have the energy to remind others?

Jiang Lin was not aware of this, he just felt that carrying the monster on his shoulders was cool and comfortable.

Little did he know that his furnace-baking method was the nemesis of this kind of monsters.

With the fire essence thriving in his body, what can a third-grade rotten cow do, let alone a second-grade one?
When the people along the way saw the burly young man carrying the monster rotten ox on his back, they all hurried to get out of the way.

Some kind-hearted people would give a few reminders, but most people just looked at Jiang Lin's back and chose to ignore him, or even privately discussed whether the young man would be killed by the evil spirit along the way.

He carried the rotten ox back to the blacksmith camp. When Qi the blacksmith, who had just come out of the house, saw him, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"My God, what on earth did you bring back with you?"

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