Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

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

On the left, a stall sells the remains of a deer demon, along with a few tattered cultivation manuals.

No.

Further ahead, in a black wooden box were three tattered scrolls and two bottles of faded pills.

Nor is it.

He kept walking, passing between two old tea trees and around a half-collapsed stone platform.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Soul-Devouring Sword trembled even more violently.

Nearly.

Li Qian felt a slight chill, but his expression remained calm.

A moment later, he stopped in his tracks.

His gaze landed unnoticed on an inconspicuous street stall ahead.

The stall owner was an old fox with a loose skin.

He wore a faded brown robe and huddled under an old tea tree.

If you don't look closely, you might easily miss it at a glance.

His aura was also unremarkable, suggesting that he had only just broken through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

At his current age, there is no hope of him reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

A piece of animal skin was laid out in front of his stall, with a few items scattered around.

A cracked bronze mirror, a half-ruined small alchemy furnace, and several talismans of dubious authenticity.

There were also a few pieces of unrecognizable scrap iron and copper, piled up filthy in the corner.

I don't know which abandoned grave or old well it was dredged up from.

The strange movement of the Soul-Devouring Sword came from that pile of broken iron pieces.

Li Qian stood not far away, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Found it, the one that's pressing down on the corner.

A black fragment about the length of a palm.

Its surface was covered with rust and grime, and if it weren't for the Soul-Devouring Sword constantly trembling in the sea of ​​consciousness...

I'm afraid anyone who sees it will just think of it as a piece of scrap metal that's beyond repair.

"This scene seems a bit too classic."

A strange feeling welled up in Li Qian's heart.

A Qi Refining cultivator possesses a demonic sword.

Arriving at a market, they inexplicably encountered something that resonated with the Demon Sword.

He shook his head, treating himself as just an ordinary, unskilled cultivator who came to browse for secondhand goods.

His gaze swept over several items.

The old cultivator's eyelids were half-drooping, and he only raised his eyes when he saw Li Qian stop.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to take a look?"

After hearing this, Li Qian squatted down in front of the old stall.

He reached out and picked up the cracked bronze mirror.

The patterns on the back of the mirror are broken, and the mirror surface has lost all its luster.

At most, they are given to repairers as small gadgets for practice.

Li Qian poured spiritual energy into the mirror, but nothing happened.

He put it down again and picked up the half-broken alchemy furnace instead, which, like before, showed little reaction to spiritual energy.

"The mirror is useless, and the stove is useless too."

Li Qian spoke indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

The old Taoist priest spoke slowly: "Hehe, who buys scrap metal without hoping for some peerless inheritance or unparalleled martial arts technique?"

"Could it be that someone would actually be willing to extract spirit stones from a pile of scrap metal?"

Li Qian scoffed at this and didn't argue with him.

He casually poked at the pile of broken copper and scrap iron.

The old Taoist priest glanced at it but didn't take it seriously.

After all, some people who come to the market are short of money and like to rummage through the junk pile.

Hoping to find some hidden gem from years past.

Li Qian secretly suppressed the Soul-Devouring Sword.

The sword was already extremely agitated; if he hadn't locked his mind, it probably would have already burst out.

"How much are these?"

He pointed to the bronze mirror and the alchemy furnace.

And those few odds and ends that I casually picked out.

The old Taoist squinted, slowly looked around, and held up three fingers.

"The mirror is worth two spirit stones, the furnace is half a stone. The rest of the odds and ends are half a stone for you."

Li Qian immediately laughed, as if he had heard something absurd.

"Senior, are you joking?"

After some haggling and outsmarting the old man...

Li Qian spent two spirit stones to pack up all the junk and take it away.

"Take it and leave quickly, don't linger here."

The old cultivator snorted, reached into his sleeve and gathered the spirit stones, ignoring him completely.

Li Qian then put all those items into his pocket.

He stood up and left, muttering to himself, "Even junk is sold for this price."

It became.

Now we just wait to get back to the thatched cottage.

Further investigation revealed what the fragment was and why it caused the Soul-Devouring Sword to become so agitated.

He remained calm and then wandered over to the other stalls.

As Lü Zhanhua had said before, the things in this place are a mix of real and fake, and it's very confusing.

After looking at several, I found two tattered scrolls that seemed to have some connection to the cultivation of the soul and spirit.

But after flipping through just three pages, one can see that it is full of errors and omissions.

After going around in circles, the enthusiasm in his heart gradually faded.

This small market in the old tea garden is certainly better than the stalls outside the town, but it is still just a small market run by independent practitioners.

Trying to find a suitable cultivation method in one go is a matter of luck.

However, having a fragment that could resonate with the Demon Sword was already a pleasant surprise.

Thinking of this, Li Qian didn't want to waste any more time and turned to find Lü Zhanhua to go back to the neighborhood together.

However, upon closer inspection, one could see that Lü Zhanhua was still standing beside the broken stone table.

He was whispering something to Elder Ge and two other late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

He would occasionally cup his hands and smile apologetically.

Seeing that he couldn't get away for the time being, Li Qian didn't bother to waste any more time in the garden.

So he simply turned around and left the old tea garden.

He paused slightly as he passed the ruined pavilion at the entrance.

The gaunt old man in the pavilion was still fiddling with the ebony beads, his eyes half-closed, seemingly lost in thought.

Li Qian took out half a spirit grain from his sleeve.

He gently pressed his hand on the stone railing in the pavilion, cupped his hands, and said, "Please trouble you, senior, to pass on a message to Fellow Daoist Lü for me."

He then said that he had found something he liked and would take his leave first, and that they could talk again another day.

The gaunt old man glanced down at the spiritual grains on the stone railing.

He tucked it into his sleeve with two fingers, which was considered an acceptance.

Li Qian said no more and turned to walk out along the stone path he had come from.

The thin mist in the tea garden had dissipated, but an indescribable sense of desolation still lingered.

Occasionally, a monk would brush past him, but they were always in a hurry.

He had just stepped onto the path leading out of the tea plantation.

They immediately heard the clash of weapons and a woman's screams from ahead.

The sound was soft, just right.

It can be heard clearly by people coming from the tea garden, but it won't disturb too many people in the distance.

Li Qian raised an eyebrow.

An ordinary passerby, hearing the sound, became suspicious and glanced ahead.

At the corner of the forest path, three cultivators were seen surrounding a woman in white.

The woman's hair was slightly disheveled, she held a thin sword in her hand, her face was pale, and her breathing was somewhat disordered.

With no way out, her eyes showed both panic and a stubborn determination to hold on.

At first glance, she looks pitiful.

The three people surrounding her all looked fierce and menacing.

They uttered obscene words and robbed him of both his body and his money.

If a hot-blooded, inexperienced rogue cultivator had seen this, he would probably have immediately tried to save the damsel in distress.

Li Qian sneered inwardly.

That's so fake.

Although the woman was feigning distress, she was not in any sign of imminent danger.

The three cultivators were so well-coordinated that they were almost in perfect harmony.

The murderous intent lingered, clearly a deliberate act.

And those rogue cultivators who just brushed past him, they were almost certain to have heard this commotion.

But he didn't even bother to join in the commotion and went straight into the garden.

Clearly, this group had a very specific goal: to pick out fools.

"Honey trap..."

"So this name really did originate from the path of cultivation."

Li Qian sighed inwardly, deciding not to get involved in this mess and to take a detour.