"Fifteen handles..."
Counting the Changhong Swords that had been successfully refined, Chu Mu also made calculations in his mind.
There are only more than two thousand spirit stones in total, and there are still a lot of spiritual materials left in the storage talisman.
Of course, these spiritual materials are not for refining the Changhong Sword. Back then, in order to increase his knowledge of weapon refining skills, he basically bought some of the available spiritual mineral materials on the black market.
These days, I have been doing a lot of research and thinking.
Nowadays, a total of fifteen finished products have been refined. Judging from the market price of high-grade magic weapons, even including the ten refining failures, the loss is definitely not a loss, and the profit is not even small.
Chu Mu didn't care too much about the number of spiritual stones. In other words, since the alchemy opened up a source of wealth, he no longer cared about the spiritual stones as before.
The world of cultivating immortals is too big. The Dachu world of cultivating immortals alone has an extremely huge area.
At the moment, his financial resources are limited, just because he is not desperate yet, there is not much threat, he has enough spiritual stones, and he is too lazy to leave.
If he really gets to that point, given the vastness of Da Chu's world of cultivating immortals, the worst he can do is to take a shot and change his place. The sky will be his quilt and the earth will be his bed. As long as he has spiritual stones and financial resources, there is no place he can't practice!
"I hope the black market can be somewhat useful..."
Throwing the fifteen Changhong Swords into the storage talisman, Chu Mu sensed that the storage talisman's time limit was running out. Thinking of his previous guesses, he couldn't help but think to himself.
As the saying goes, you will regret less when the book is used. In the past, it was fine. The art of alchemy was just to meet the needs of practice. It was just a gourd and a gourd, and it didn't require much.
This time, the weapon refining was completely in line with his interests. He had too many ideas, but... his limited knowledge of weapon refining could not support his unbridled ideas.
Nowadays, looking at the inheritance of the puppet technique, he is still a little unable to do what he wants.
This art of cultivating immortals covers a vast body of knowledge.
Far from being able to satisfy his reluctance to follow the same rules as a manual for refining weapons.
If he wants to stop following the gourd and draw the scoop, he must have the ability to draw the scoop himself.
After cleaning the room and removing the micro-partition restrictions, Chu Mu walked towards the door.
There is no time in the journey to immortality. This time, it only took more than a month to refine a dozen magical weapons.
When I opened the door, the scene that greeted me was still the same as before, nothing had changed.
In the building opposite, you can still hear the faint enchanting sound. The female cultivator is very dedicated, wearing a skin bag, working day and night, just to earn a few broken souls.
"Um?"
Chu Mu looked at the man collecting manure not far away, with a bit of surprise on his brows.
Isn't this street and this work done by Old Man Chen?
With Old Man Chen's questioning personality, are you willing to let him go?
Turning to look at the house on one side, the door was closed and cobwebs were already there, which undoubtedly proved that the house where Old Man Chen lived had been deserted for a long time.
"Fellow Taoist, Old Man Chen..."
Chu Mu stopped the man pushing the dung cart and just asked, but before he finished speaking, the door to the concierge opened and a woman's voice came.
"Old man Chen is dead."
"died?"
Chu Mu frowned and looked at Miaoyu, who was disheveled and leaning on the door frame.
"Good words can't persuade the damn ghost!"
"His little bastard son said that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck and he needs elixirs to break the mirror. The elixirs are in short supply in the city recently and there is no way to buy them."
"That loser didn't dare to go to the black market, so he forced Old Man Chen to go."
"He's going to die in the end, and we can't persuade him..."
The woman said lightly.
Chu Mu asked: "Did Old Man Chen go alone?"
"It seems that he went there with the Niu brothers."
"The boss of the Niu family is also dead. Only the second son of the Niu family escaped. I heard he was seriously injured..."
"Oh, by the way, Old Man Chen knocked on your door, but no one answered. He probably thought you were not at home..."
"That little beast is not a human being. We asked someone to tell him that his father was dead, but he didn't even shed a single tear. He even cursed, ran over, searched Old Chen's room, and then left..."
Chu Mu was silent. He didn't have many emotional fluctuations. He just felt that after all, he was a neighbor and he had known him for a long time.
During my free time, I also chatted with him for a few words, but he died so quietly.
Chu Mu didn't say any more, and walked towards the outside of the town.
After walking a few steps, the female cultivator behind her spoke again:
"Well, you'd better go out as little as possible these days. It's getting more and more uneasy outside."
"Some time ago, a group of law enforcers died in the city. Just a few days ago, I heard that another group of disciples of the Changsheng Sect were attacked by surprise, and none of them escaped."
"Now the law enforcement team in the city hangs around outside every day. I heard that they are beaten to death every day..."
"Thank you, I'm going to the city."
Chu Mu responded with a smile, but still headed out of the town.
"Our fellow Taoist Xu, I'm afraid it's not easy."
After Chu Mu walked away, the door to the side of the room opened. Li Changping looked at the direction Chu Mu left and sighed.
"Who knows!"
Miaoyu smiled: "It's not simple, and it has nothing to do with us."
Li Changping sighed a little: "I'm just sorry. If Old Man Chen had found this Taoist Xu, he wouldn't have died, and the Niu family brothers wouldn't be like this..."
"That's what he deserves!"
"We have all tried to persuade you like this, but we still don't listen. So what can we do..."
"Hey, the world is getting more and more uneven now. I don't know how many more days we can survive..."
"Let's just live with it, who cares about our life or death..."
On the street, the two of them were talking to each other, and Chu Mu also walked away gradually, entering the forest.
As for whether it was peaceful or not, whether it was dangerous or not, Chu Mu didn't care too much.
Regardless of whether there is a so-called turmoil or not, leaving the market is doomed to be uneven and unsafe.
This is inevitable.
He was also mentally prepared.
And with his current cultivation and combat power, as long as he is not targeted by the strong ones in the Foundation Establishment Realm, even if the Immortal Cultivators in the Qi Training Realm cannot defeat or escape, he is still confident.
Entering the dense forest, Chu Mu let go of the cultivation level covering the face of the phantom god.
According to what Miaoyu said, disciples were slaughtered one after another. In the surrounding mountains, I am afraid that there are no traces of disciples of the Changsheng Sect.
Maybe, there might even be a confrontation between beings in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
After all, would ordinary casual cultivators and evil cultivators dare to attack groups of Immortality Sect disciples?
If there wasn't something fishy behind it, Chu Mu wouldn't believe it.
Especially under the current tense situation.
The mission he saw at the Blood Killing Pavilion in the black market of Fengming Mountain was very clear.
Not to mention the tense situation, there are still people taking advantage of troubled waters and fanning the flames.
At the moment, although the situation on the surface is still stable, perhaps, secretly, the two sides may have already been torn apart.
Otherwise, which evil cultivator would take action against the law enforcement team if he had the guts to do so?
Purely thankless!
In such a situation, it would be a bit conspicuous for him to cover up his cultivation.
Although the cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi training is not high, it is not weak either.
If there are really those who don’t have eyesight, then treat it as meat delivered to your door. If you don’t eat it, you won’t eat it for free!
With just this robe of a high-grade magic weapon, an ordinary cultivator without any powerful means might not even be able to break through his defense!
Not to mention, his body refining skills are not weak either!
On alert, Chu Mu sprinted through the mountains. He did not use the divine wind boots. With his current body-refining skills, his physical speed was no slower than the speed under the blessing of ordinary spells.
Running wildly all the way, leaping up from time to time. With a slight leap, he was more than ten meters high, spanning dozens or even hundreds of meters, and then landed with a crash!
When your interest takes hold, you can even easily walk on the tree. With only a slight amount of force, the top of the tree is as smooth as walking on the ground.
Pure physical power, under this wanton explosion, seems to be an indescribable pleasure!
Such movement seemed to frighten those who were peeping along the way, but even though it was more than two hundred miles away, the journey was calm.
Soon, the Jade Emperor Valley black market was right in front of us.
Entering the black market again, the price of a low-grade spirit stone was still the same, but the traffic in the black market seemed to be much higher than before.
The rise in prices seems to have also made the black market more prosperous.
But obviously, the crisis after leaving the market has blocked the possibility of a considerable number of low-level casual cultivators entering the black market.
Just like Old Man Chen, even if he was given ten lives, he might not be able to reach the Jade Emperor's black market.
Chu Mu was a little curious as to how they came to the Jade Emperor Gufang City in the first place.
Although there are flying boats in Fang City that can travel everywhere, they are expensive and obviously not affordable for casual cultivators like Old Man Chen.
Traveling together?
Or follow the caravan?
Walking in the black market, Chu Mu guessed.
Although he wasted some time at the bottom, it was not long after all. Once his financial resources were opened, as time went by, he seemed to be a bit obsessed with wasting his time at the bottom.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't think of a reason. When he saw something caught his eye at the street stall, Chu Mu immediately threw his random thoughts behind him.
After scattering hundreds of spirits, he got a bottle of body tempering pill and threw it into his arms. Chu Mu continued to wander around the black market leisurely.
Just as he had guessed, within just over a month, there were obviously a lot more good things in the black market that were rarely seen in the past.
After confirming his guess, Chu Mu was no longer in a hurry.
After renting a stall, he placed a Changhong Sword on it.
The clearly marked price is no different from the price in the black market. It should be much cheaper than in the square market.
The existence of magic weapons is more scarce than he imagined.
Less than a quarter of an hour after it was put up, it was bought by a masked monk.
The second one was also bought not long after it was put up.
Seven Changhong Swords were sold in a row, and in just over two hours, more than 2,000 lower spirits were collected.
Chu Mu didn't dare to sell anymore.
If it continues to be sold, it will be too eye-catching.
By then, the ones who are jealous may not be some Qi-training realm beings.
He closed the stall decisively. More than two thousand spirit stones were enough for him to browse the Jade Emperor's black market.
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