Slime Immortal.

Chapter 8: Traces of Demihumans
There were two lines of footprints on the mud, both of which were plum blossom-shaped footprints that looked like dog footprints.

However, the two sets of footprints were of different sizes and took completely different strides.

The row of small footprints was obviously left by some kind of quadrupedal animal, like a running wolfhound; and the huge footprints next to it, with their large strides and steady shapes, exuded an extraordinary aura - more like the marks left by some tall subhuman who could walk upright.

According to Chen Yu's guess, this kind of sub-human is most likely the indigenous creature of Zearilla.

"The footprints are clear... They must have passed by this morning, investigating any unusual activity in the forest last night?"

Thinking of this, Chen Yu felt a little excited, as if he was a castaway who had been trapped on an isolated island for several years and suddenly caught a glimpse of unfamiliar footprints on the beach, and his heart was filled with joy at the prospect of coming into contact with civilization.

But he didn't let his guard down.

After all, he is just a ball of slime now. Even if he is a real human, he may not be kind to this wriggling, amorphous monster. What's more, the one who left the footprints is a sub-human alien with an unknown identity and unpredictable appearance.

But since demihumans exist, the world outside the swamp forest may be more lively than he thought.

Dragons and magic, humans and towers...that is a fantasy world that exists in fantasy, completely different from Xu Xuantian's.

I really want to go out and take a look.

I don't know what's outside the swamp forest. Are there any delicious monsters?

Chen Yu was lost in thought for a while before he collected his thoughts.

He is still too weak now. He can't even defeat the poisonous bees blocking his doorstep, let alone go out.

As for the demi-humans, there was no need to worry too much. There were many slimes like him in this swamp forest. As long as he did not rashly reveal his intelligence, it would be difficult for these demi-human outsiders to be interested in him.

After all, a weak monster like slime can be crushed to death with one foot, so no one will care.

He quietly half-hid in the swamp, not even hunting for bryozoans, waiting for the demi-humans who had gone deep into the forest to return, ready to catch a glimpse of the true face of this strange neighbor.

Unfortunately, Chen Yu waited until the afternoon, but no one came back. Instead, the stinging bee above his head was quite annoying. It would attack him as soon as it saw him floating on the water, as if it regarded him as an enemy.

After all, he felt a little bored, so he stole a few stingers from his good neighbor, the stinging bee, and then sneaked back to the nest to rest.

Xu Xuantian.

Chen Yu got up from the wooden bed and had lunch to fill his rumbling stomach.

A hint of warmth carried the spiritual energy of the grains and flowed into his dantian, allowing him to close his eyes comfortably.

After his devouring and digestion were upgraded to Lv. 2, his appetite became bigger than before and his cultivation speed became faster.

I don’t know if it’s a good thing.

do not care.

Being able to eat is a blessing.

Actually, it would be nice to stay in the small dark room of the Law Enforcement Hall for a while. Someone would even provide food...

Chen Yu hung the rosewood sword on his back, pushed open the door of the thatched hut, touched the full bag on his chest, and walked towards the North Peak.

He planned to go to Nanqiao Market to visit the stalls selling Taoism.

The range of the object control technique is too small and it cannot reach the stinging bees at all. He needs a Taoist method that can specifically defeat the stinging bees.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Yu walked through the Nanqiaojiqiao Gate. Unlike the noisy and bustling atmosphere in the bamboo forest, a surge of activity came from all directions.

He just wandered around like this, and when he saw something he liked, he would pick it up and ask the price. After going around in circles, he finally came to the stall where he bought the object control technique last time.

"Hey, Junior Brother, do you want to exchange some Dao Vouchers?"

Behind the stall, the monk with a rat-like mustache subconsciously rubbed his hands together when he saw the customers coming. He had high cheekbones and narrow eye slits, and he looked naturally mean.

He seems to have a sarcastic personality, but the facts are exactly the same.

The last time I bought the "Art of Controlling Objects" from him, I had to haggle for half a day before he agreed to lower the price. He talked about the quality of the spirit stones he could buy from the sect, and even talked about his tragic past when his mother died when he was three years old and he was chased by wild dogs when he was five.

He is also a strange person.

However, the Taoist magic he sold were all things he bought from outside. Although they were all junk, they were really cheap.

Not only is it easy to learn, it is also powerful enough to deal with stinging bees.

"Forget about the Taoist certificate, let me see what Taoist magic there is." he said.

The so-called Daoquan is actually the contribution points circulated within the Sanyuan Sect. They can only be obtained by accepting sect tasks and holding sect positions.

Its value in the sect is equivalent to that of spirit stones. When trading with fellow disciples, one spirit stone is almost enough to exchange for one Dao voucher, which can be used to exchange for precious skills in the library, expensive elixirs in the pill building, etc.

Disciples like Chen Yu, who just stay in the sect and wait for death without striving for progress, naturally don't have a single Taoist ticket.

Of course, he doesn't need any expensive martial arts or Taoist techniques.

"Hiss... Such a familiar voice."

When the monk with rat-beard heard Chen Yu's words, he felt familiar. He moved closer and squinted to look at him, then his face changed and he waved his hand to drive him away.

"It's you again, kid. Last time you tried to bargain with me for the two spirit stones for the Art of Manipulating Objects. Go away, I'm not selling it to you." Chen Yu took out his pouch and tossed it around. "That's a real shame. I was thinking of not bargaining this time."

"Huh?" The Rat-Bearded Monk showed a look of surprise and doubt. "You're not trying to trick me with a stone, are you?"

"Brother, Sanyuan Sect disciples do not lie to Sanyuan Sect disciples."

"Tsk."

The rat-bearded monk shook his head in disdain. He scoffed at Chen Yu's words, but the spirit stones in the bag made him excited.

"Tell me, what do you want to buy this time?"

"To be honest, there's a poisonous wasp nest in my backyard. I'm trying to kill it, but it's too high for me to reach."

Monk Rat-Beard was amazed and recalled with emotion, "Monks nowadays are so delicate that they can't even climb trees. When I was three years old, I could climb trees to get bird eggs. When I was four, I walked more than ten kilometers to study with the Master in the mountains..."

Seeing that he was about to go on and on, Chen Yu interrupted:
"Brother, you are a salesman, not a storyteller in the Treasure House. Be more professional."

He groaned, "I'm just speaking from my heart. If you don't want to listen, I'm not happy to tell you."

The man leaned over and rummaged through the bamboo box for a while, finally handing out a tattered book.

Chen Yu picked it up and took a look, "Water Arrow Technique?"

"Isn't this the Taoist method used by late-stage cultivators?"

Brother Ratbeard cleared his throat and said, "Yes, so this is Water Archery's son, Little Archery."

"Will the Dao Fa continue to thrive?"

"That's not the case. It's just that this little archery skill was accidentally mastered by an early cultivator, who secretly sold it to me for eight spirit stones."

"Although the power is reduced by 90% compared to Water Arrow, the attack range remains the same. Once you reach the Great Mastery stage, you can even pick out earthworms one by one, not just beehives in trees."

"I see that Junior Brother is also an acquaintance, so I'll sell you nine spirit stones."

Of course Chen Yu didn't believe his nonsense, but to be honest, the price of nine spirit stones was not expensive for Taoism.

"Here, here you go."

He readily poured out nine spirit stones, without bargaining this time.

The monk with rat-beard put away the spirit stones and counted them, his eyes becoming suspicious. Chen Yu agreed too quickly, which made him feel uneasy.

"The sun comes out in the west?"

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Chen Yu pointed to his bamboo treasure chest.

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Remember the maze diagram and sound transmission technique you mentioned last time? Buy one and get two free."

"A maze formation? Sound transmission?"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

The Rat-Bearded Monk was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. These two broken things could only be sold for two or three spirit stones at most. Even if he gave them away as gifts, he could still make a lot of money.

Let’s talk about this maze formation diagram first. It is a second-rate formation and any cultivator who knows a little about formation theory can easily break it.

The so-called sound transmission technique requires physical contact to be effective. It can be useful in certain situations, but it is also a common thing in the world of immortal cultivation.

The man was afraid that Chen Yu would regret it, so he quickly bent down to take out the formation diagram and the book, brushed off the dust on them, and handed them to him.

He couldn't help but mutter:
"What do you want the maze map for? To protect against wild boars?"

"What if I run into a cultivator who doesn't understand the principles of formations?"

The monk with rat-beard sat down on the chair and fanned himself leisurely.

"A cultivator who doesn't understand the principles of formations? That's probably even rarer than the Hundred Treasure Scorpions in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave. These days, things are so complicated that even casual cultivators from the countryside know a little bit about formations."

"Tsk tsk tsk... If you don't understand the principles of the formation, then you'll have a hard time finding it."

Chen Yu put the formation diagram and the book into his chest and kept them close to his body. He wanted to ask some questions about the cultivation of Taoism, but suddenly he seemed to have a feeling and turned around and left in a hurry.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, he disappeared in the crowd.

and many more.

This kid ran so fast, could the spirit stones he gave him be fake?

The monk with rat-beard suddenly woke up, and hurriedly put the thing in his mouth to bite it, feeling the pure spiritual energy coming from it. After confirming that it was real, he breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)