Mortal Cultivation to Immortality: I Have 108,000 Techniques

Magical artifacts can only be crafted by experts at the Core Formation stage; low-level cultivators wouldn't even dare to dream of them.

Even though it was just a fragment, it quickly attracted a large crowd of cultivators.

There were quite a few monks who were interested in the fragments.

Even if you can't activate it or refine it, you can still take it back and study it slowly.

Who knows, you might even be able to comprehend some magical arts and supernatural powers?

"This fragment is very mysterious. It can conceal one's aura and hide fluctuations of spiritual energy without hindering the entry of spiritual energy."

The burly, dark-faced man, who looked like a farmer, began to explain to the crowd.

The stall owner remained unconvinced, saying, "What's the use? Am I going to use it to cover my head or my feet?"

"We can't exactly make it into a loincloth, can we?"

"This fabric is too small; it can't hold me up."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and a joyful atmosphere filled the area around the stall.

The burly man with the dark face was furious.

As a tenth-level expert, he was used to being flattered and had never been so humiliated.

He wanted to walk away, but he couldn't bear to part with the "wind-returning bowl".

This magical artifact is a perfect match for his cultivation technique, and can greatly enhance his strength.

Unfortunately, he had nothing to exchange except fragments of magical artifacts, and he had already used up all his spirit stones.

"Brother, I'll offer twenty-three spirit stones to buy the fragment of your magic weapon."

A tall, handsome young man stepped forward and spoke these words.

"This person is truly blessed with good looks!"

This was the first thought that popped into everyone's mind.

Upon closer inspection, this person actually possessed an astonishing cultivation level of the eleventh level of Qi Refining!

Some cultivators who had originally coveted the fragments of the magical artifact abandoned their plans to compete for them.

The stall owner is a cultivator from the Ye family, so he doesn't need to take experts seriously.

As independent cultivators, they dared not do such a thing.

Moreover, the price of twenty-three spirit stones is far too high.

The burly man with the dark face was initially delighted. With these spirit stones, and by adding one more item, he might be able to exchange them for the "Returning Wind Bowl".

But after thinking about it, he shook his head repeatedly, "At least thirty spirit stones."

The young man was Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's expression remained unchanged as he calmly stated, "Twenty-two yuan."

The burly man with the dark face had an ever-changing expression.

After a while.

"Twenty-one yuan."

Zhang Yi was at ease.

The burly man with the dark face was getting anxious.

He could also tell that, apart from Zhang Yi, no one else would bid!

"good!"

The burly, dark-faced man didn't dare hesitate and hurriedly said, "Twenty-three spirit stones!"

Zhang Yi shook his head, "I can only offer twenty spirit stones right now."

He had only twenty-five spirit stones in his possession.

Even if the burly man with the dark face agrees to a price of twenty-three yuan, he will still find a way to lower the price.

after all.

Zhang Yi also had to rush to Tianwu Terrace to participate in the Ascension Ceremony.

He must keep a few spirit stones to restore his magical power.

Twenty spirit stones is roughly the bottom line for the surrounding cultivators.

If the price is lower, other cultivators might try to get involved.

The burly, dark-faced man secretly regretted his actions, gritted his teeth, and stamped his foot, "Twenty it is!"

Zhang Yi took out the spirit stone, took the fragment of the magic weapon, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

He bought this item because he was interested in the materials used to make the magic weapon.

Other cultivators, even those from well-informed aristocratic families, mostly only knew that magic treasures were precious.

However, they were unaware that the materials used to refine magical artifacts, such as the essence of metals, were equally rare and precious.

More importantly, the materials used to make magical artifacts can be used to forge magical weapons!

However, special refining techniques are required to refine the materials.

Zhang Yi guessed that the tattered cloth was originally a magical artifact for concealing one's aura.

This is far more valuable than any offensive or defensive magic weapon!

All you need is a skilled weapon refiner and some materials to forge the fragment into a top-grade magic weapon!

Moreover, it is a top-tier item among the finest magical artifacts!

This is a long-term plan.

When Zhang Yi accidentally saw the fragment of the magical artifact, he made a decision.

He will do this after he has established his foundation.

Otherwise, even if you manage to forge a top-grade magical artifact, you might still attract unwanted attention.

The next day.

The Tainan meeting has finally come to an end.

It was in the early hours of the morning.

Under the cover of the thick darkness, Zhang Yi quietly left Tainan Valley.

He glanced in the direction, activated the "Wind Control Technique," and took a light step, landing more than ten feet away.

Two days later.

Perhaps Qingwen hadn't set her sights on Zhang Yi, or perhaps she was wary of Zhang Yi's formidable magical power and dared not make a move.

Zhang Yi's journey was very smooth, and he did not encounter any evil cultivators from the Black Fiend Cult.

He was not far from Tianwutai.

now.

Zhang Yi was meditating in a tree hollow, circulating his internal energy to restore his magical power.

His consciousness suddenly stirred, and he immediately opened his eyes and withdrew his cultivation technique.

"You evil Taoist, don't run away!"

A shout suddenly rang out.

Immediately following was a whooshing sound as something flew through the air.

It appears someone is being chased and is fleeing in a sorry state.

Zhang Yi did not rush out to investigate, but instead cast a spell using hand seals.

A layer of pale yellow spiritual light slowly covered his entire body, then the light subsided and condensed into a layer of yellow earth.

Low-level, low-tier spell "Earth Covering".

This technique can use earth elemental energy to conceal a cultivator's magical power.

As long as the cultivator remains still, he will not reveal any aura.

A few "whoosh" sounds.

It seemed someone had fallen into the woods, not far from Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was as steady as Mount Tai.

He didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble and get involved in the battles between other cultivators.

He continued his journey after the monks left.

"Hahaha!"

A clear, loud laugh rang out, "Yan Nanfeng, you're already in my trap! Surrender now!"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar to Zhang Yi.

In the dense forest a hundred feet away.

The Taoist with green patterns, holding a whisk, no longer possessed any of his ethereal and otherworldly demeanor; instead, his face was contorted with rage.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face and striking eyebrows held a sword in his hand, staring intently at Qingwen.

This person's cultivation level is as high as the eleventh level of Qi Refining!

"Let's join forces and send Fellow Daoist Yan on his way!"

Qingwen's expression turned serious, and he waved his whisk.

Suddenly, streaks of white light burst forth from the surrounding soil, all shooting towards Yan Nanfeng in the center.

"A bunch of despicable scoundrels!"

Yan Nanfeng's long sword gleamed with golden light as he shouted.

A lifelike dragon covered in golden scales burst forth from the golden light.

The dragon let out a roar, coiled its body, and suddenly swung outwards.

The sound of cracking continued incessantly.

All the incoming white light was crushed to dust by the golden dragon, turning into specks of ice crystals that scattered in all directions.

"What a magnificent 'Golden Dragon Sword'! Truly worthy of being a top-grade magical artifact!"

Qingwen sighed in admiration, his eyes filled with burning greed.

Clusters of yellow light appeared on the ground.

One by one, figures emerged from underground, surrounding Yan Nanfeng.

They were all dressed in gray robes, covering their heads and faces to conceal their true appearance.

It was clearly premeditated, and an ambush was set up here.

A cold glint flashed in Yan Nanfeng's eyes, and he flicked his long sword.

A golden sword beam shot out and slashed fiercely at a patch of yellow light.

The cultivator in the yellow light had just emerged halfway out of the room.

"what!"

A scream was heard.

The yellow light dissipated, revealing two pieces of the corpse.

This cultivator was unlucky; he was a step too slow and was killed by the sword light before he could even get out.

Just as Yan Nanfeng was about to continue his attack, he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet rise up.

A pair of giant claws, gleaming with yellow light, reached out, parted to the left and right, and firmly grasped his feet.

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