Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Li Qian walked slowly through the neighborhood, his gaze sweeping over the various stalls.

These independent repair stalls were far more shabby than proper shops like Qiming Pavilion.

All you need to do is pay five spirit grains to the market and lay a tattered cloth on the ground.

A bamboo pole stuck in the ground and a faded sign hung up sign were all it took to open for business.

He stopped in front of a corner stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged monk who was so thin he looked unrecognizable, with bluish stubble on his beard and two fingers missing from his left hand.

Several broken artifacts lay in front of him, the most conspicuous being a longsword with half an inch of its tip broken off.

The sword was rather narrow, its entire body gleaming with a dark, cold hue, and several cracks crawled along its spine.

There is also a broken section of spirit runes near the gauntlet.

It seems that it was originally of a high rank, but it suffered a serious injury later.

Li Qian squatted down, reached out and picked up the sword, and poured a little spiritual energy into it.

hum.

The sword trembled slightly.

It is not as agile as a complete magic weapon, but it still exudes a sharp aura.

Li Qian's eyes flickered slightly. Similar to the quality of the soft armor, it should be a damaged first-tier mid-grade magic sword.

The stall owner, seeing his gaze linger, perked up and grinned, saying, "Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight!"

"This is a genuine mid-grade first-tier sword, only slightly damaged."

"If I weren't short on money lately, I really wouldn't be willing to put it out."

Li Qian smiled and shook his head upon hearing this.

Nine out of ten stall owners in the market would say something like that.

He flicked the blade with just two fingers, listened to the muffled, trembling sound, and said calmly, "Slight damage?"

"The sword tip is broken, and the spirit runes are cracked. If we use it any harder, it might break apart one day."

"With supply exceeding demand right now, are you selling a worthless sword as a medium-grade item?"

The skinny stall owner, however, was thick-skinned and chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, you can't say that."

"No matter how flawed it is, it's still a mid-grade product. In actual use, it's still much better than an inferior product."

Li Qian, too lazy to beat around the bush any longer, simply asked, "How much?"

The skinny stall owner held up a hand missing a finger and gestured a number: "Twelve spirit stones."

Li Qian immediately put the sword back and got up to leave.

When the stall owner saw that he was really leaving, he hurriedly called out:

"Hey! Fellow Daoist! Let's talk this over!"

Li Qian didn't even turn his head: "Why don't you just come and rob me?"

"Ten!" the stall owner shouted through gritted teeth. "Ten! I can't go any lower!"

Li Qian paused, turned around, and looked at him again.

After another round of bargaining, the deal was finally struck at nine spirit stones.

After buying the ritual implements, buy the talismans.

The price of this disposable item is slightly higher than before due to the influence of Lei Ze Mountain.

It cost a total of six low-grade spirit stones, and I bought two mid-grade Flame Talismans, two low-grade Binding Talismans, and two low-grade Golden Knife Talismans.

He also spent a few spirit grains to buy a piece of ancient jade for collecting souls.

In case the demon bear's soul dissipates quickly.

Even if the Soul-Devouring Sword couldn't be transformed into a sword slave in time, it's still good to collect some soul fragments to prepare for refining sword slaves in the future.

In this way, all available means have been used to arm oneself.

The remaining six spirit stones should be used as water treasures, since the bear demon's dwelling place is a bit far from the river.

One's own cultivation method cannot cover such a wide area, so borrowing spiritual water is necessary.

Unfortunately, I can't afford the corresponding storage bag magic item, the Sumeru Ring.

Otherwise, if you store a lake of water, you'll find spiritual nourishment wherever you go.

Li Qian looked up at the sky, a cold glint in his eyes.

Let's prepare our weapons and horses to slay the demons!

He turned and left Zilan Lane, his figure quickly disappearing into the crowd and shadows of the alley.

……

The Great Sun Dynasty, Xiangyang County, deep in the mountains.

The night was deep, and the forest was as dark as ink.

Deepest in the mountain valley lies a crude stone cave.

The dark red flames inside the cave distorted and blurred the four walls, making them appear as if countless ghostly figures were whispering among the crevices of the rocks.

A large, black bear is lying on the ground.

Its massive size blocked half of the cave.

Its black fur was burned and charred by the black and red demonic flames.

Tiny sparks occasionally burst from between the skin and flesh, making a hissing sound.

The bear opened its mouth wide, and saliva dripped down its fangs, accumulating into a sticky puddle on the ground.

The black bear, panting for a long time, managed to squeeze out a few broken words: "Go..."

"Go and find me some people, or some beasts..."

"The demon... is about to be uncontrollable..."

There was also a slightly smaller black bear standing to the side.

Although this bear was also tall and strong, it was far inferior to the one in front of her.

Her small eyes held a human-like worry.

Looking at that big bear, I felt both fear and heartache.

"If the cave general can't hold on any longer, let's go back to the demon realm."

She couldn't help but take half a step forward, her tone now conveying more than just a subordinate's concern for their leader.

Upon hearing this, the bear suddenly looked up, its eyes gleaming with a fierce, bloodthirsty light.

"We have to hold on, even if we can't!"

"The Demon Lord has commanded us to guard the southern lands until the other fragment of the sword is born. Now that the demonic sword is within me, how can I simply discard it!"

"We must protect it for the great cause of the demon race, and even more so for our descendants!"

He had only spoken halfway when the black sword inside his chest and abdomen suddenly trembled.

hum-

A sharp, piercing sword cry rang out.

The next instant, the bear demon's demonic flames suddenly surged three feet higher.

The burning sensation caused it to suddenly tilt its head back and let out a suppressed roar of pain.

"roar--!"

The entire grotto was shaken by the roar, causing dust to fall.

Seeing this, the mother bear's eyes reddened even more with fear, and she hurriedly moved closer, crying out, "Cave General! Cave General!"

"How about... how about we ask General She to send some living people over?"

"We killed quite a few mountain people and porters in the past few days; this might attract the attention of the Demon Slayer Bureau!"

The bear lay prostrate on the ground, its eyes filled with madness and pain. "No! The Southern Demon-Slaying Division is nothing to fear!"

"That demon is not of our kind; he reveals his fear like a snake, and will surely be ambushed!"

"Hurry up! Bring me your soul! Let me taste it!"

At this point, the bear lost its composure, and its narration turned into a roar.

A huge bear paw slammed against the cave wall.

Several pieces of rock immediately fell, but were all burned into blue smoke by the demonic flames.

The mother bear gritted her teeth and charged out.

They emerged from the grotto in just a short while.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud explosions rang out in quick succession.

The entire valley trembled, and the flames were terrifyingly violent.

In just a moment, the cave entrance was illuminated as brightly as day.

The flames, carrying rubble, pounded against the cave walls.

Even the bear lying deep inside the cave was forced to squint by the gust of wind.

A patch of charred black hair flipped backward.

As the demonic flames surged, the bear suddenly raised its head, its beastly pupils shrinking sharply.

Something's happened outside!

It struggled to sit up halfway and looked towards the cave entrance.

A shadow was cast into the cave.

At first they were long and thin, but then they got closer and closer.

The shadow gradually grew larger, filling half of the stone wall.

The bear let out a low growl and shouted sharply, "Who goes there?! Demon Slayer Division?!"

Just then, a figure walked in. It saw a young man carrying a bear head that was bigger than his body.

His wrist loosened.

The bear's head slammed heavily onto the ground, rolled twice, and came to a stop right in front of the big bear.

The bear was stunned.

It stared intently at the charred bear head, a crack appearing in the crimson of its eyes.

A single tear slowly slid down from those scarlet bear eyes.

But the tears had barely left its eyes when they were evaporated into a wisp of white smoke by the black and red demonic flames rising around it.

"roar--!!!"

It roared and pounced fiercely!