Chapter 182 Materials of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon

Inside was the iron plate and the pills he had refined, which were mostly waste pills. Anyway, his master Tian Buyi would not allow him to send them to the sect in exchange for resources.

He said he couldn't afford to lose face to that person, and after hearing what his master said, Murong Ji didn't dare to eat it himself, and could only use it to harm others.

[Is it enough to exchange the elixir for some spiritual materials and spiritual minerals? 】

Murong Ji found a farmhouse to stay in. After living there for a few days to get familiar with the environment, he went to the market with the elixir.

In their market, there is no concept of silver and money, and people can only barter goods.

After looking around for a few times and not seeing any suitable materials, Murong Ji stopped in front of a stall, picked up a piece of wood, looked at it, and felt it was not suitable, so he put it down.

Glancing at an empty stall next to him, Murong Ji looked around and thought that the stall owner hadn't arrived at this time, so he probably wouldn't come.

He then took off his backpack, took out the things inside and arranged them. They were all small bamboo boxes, which made it convenient for him to sell the pills and would not easily damage the pills.

The stall owner next to him looked at Murong Ji with a strange look, but after thinking about it, he didn't pay any attention to it.

Murong Ji opened a box, and a pungent smell slowly spread, unknowingly attracting the attention of many people.

After seeing clearly what was in Murong Ji's box, the originally noisy market gradually became quieter. Some people had already gone back to get their weapons, ready for a fight.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, he had some impression of the disputes between the five Miao people. After thinking about it, he decided that as a rookie at the fourth level of Yuqing, he should not get involved, his life was more important.

He picked up the backpack, threw a dozen boxes into it, turned around and ran.

After taking a few steps, he was stopped by a burly man. Murong Ji looked up and saw that it was indeed a burly man.

His height of nearly three meters, for someone who was fourteen or fifteen years old, was just height multiplied by two.

I felt a sinking feeling in my heart when I heard him mumbling something, as I couldn't understand what he was saying.

He changed direction and walked over, but the big man stopped him again. Murong Ji's face gradually became ugly.

Suddenly, Murong Ji's steps were as light as lotus, and he passed the big man and ran forward with all his strength.

He had not run far when his backpack was grabbed from behind by someone, who pulled him back. The force was so great that he must have been at least at the fifth level of Yuqing Taoism, and he did not even have a chance to resist.

Murong Ji felt helpless. He turned around and saw the big man pointing at his backpack and then at the stall.

[Does that mean the stall is his?!] Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat confused.

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't understand, the man became more anxious and directly picked up Murong Ji and wanted to put him back in front of the stall.

Murong Ji's heart trembled when he saw him making a move. He turned around and took three quick kicks, using his toes to circulate Qi and kick on some acupuncture points. Then he used the Tianshan Zhemei Hand to resolve the crisis and broke free from the big man's hands.

Before he hit the ground, the big man's scream was heard.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and he used the shortest time to get the result that was most favorable to him.

I saw the water bag on the big man's waist kicked and burst it, gathering all the water in front of him.

Murong Ji pointed with one finger, and invisible ice cones instantly penetrated into various acupuncture points on the big man's body.

Life and death talisman.

Everything happened so fast, and after doing all this, Murong Ji's feet had just landed on the ground. After landing, Murong Ji rushed out in one step.

He followed the steps of Lu Zu, just like a street thug, taking each step three or four meters. After a few steps, Murong Ji stopped and looked at the crowd that had surrounded all the exits of the market.

Only then did he realize that the people of Qilidong were extremely united. If they wanted him to stay, then... then he really couldn't leave.

Murong Ji's face looked a little ugly. He glanced at everyone and slowly adjusted his breathing. It was unrealistic to kill his way out as there were many powerful people in the crowd.

All he could do was save his life.

"Hey young man, he doesn't mean to hurt you. He just wants you to wait a moment. The clan leader will be here soon." A man who could speak Central Plains dialect walked out of the crowd.

"My apologies, young man." The middle-aged man clasped his fists and pointed, "Can you remove your spell first?"

Murong Ji turned his head and saw that the big man's face was covered in blood. He didn't know where he was itching in his body, and all the places his hands could reach were scratched.

Murong Ji took a deep breath, walked forward, and pressed his palms on all the vital points on his body to relieve his itch.

The big man suddenly jumped up and hid from Murong Ji from a distance, looking at Murong Ji with evasive eyes.

"Thank you, little brother." The middle-aged man smiled and clasped his fists again: "My name is Zhai Liu, I'm sorry for scaring you."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he looked relaxed on the surface, but he was secretly alert in his heart. He glanced at the group of people around him. They were still surrounding him and clasped their fists in return.

"You guys want to make a deal with me?"

Zhai Liu's smile was a little bitter. "If it wasn't urgent, why would you do this? To be honest, your elixir is a scarce commodity here."

“Alchemists are rare, and most of them live in the Central Plains. If you want to get some elixirs that assist in cultivation, you have to pass through Fenxiang Valley. In order to suppress... uh, cough cough.” Zhai Liu said no more here.

The meaning is very clear. The monster beasts have strong physiques. Once they reach adulthood, they can be comparable to human cultivators at the fourth level of Jade Purity.

The effect of elixirs on them is better than that on humans. Murong Ji had seen this rumor in a book before, but he was not sure whether it was true or not.

"Exchange is fine. I want the materials to refine magic weapons."

Zhai Liu suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, yes, yes, as long as your elixir is of good quality, we can even get the materials for refining holy weapons."

As they were talking, a group of people walked out of the crowd. The old man in the lead narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone, mumbling a few words, as if he was scolding them.

After he finished speaking, the crowd around him slowly dispersed. The old man walked up to Murong Ji and looked him up and down.

"Let me see your pills." As if thinking of the conflict just now, he added, "We will definitely give you a fair price."

The old man spoke fluently in the Central Plains dialect, "My name is Tumagu, the chief of the Miao people."

Murong Ji quickly put down the backpack, opened it, and took out the bamboo boxes one by one. Tumagu opened them and smelled them carefully, without saying anything, he put the bamboo box aside.

After Murong Ji took out all the pills, he looked at Tumagu and identified them one by one.

"I don't know, what quality of spiritual materials and spiritual minerals these pills can be exchanged for?"

Tumagu then spoke: "The quality of the pill is not high. It was made by a novice. Fortunately, the effect is obvious and it has a wide range of uses. It is very valuable here. How about I let you go to the warehouse to choose?"

Murong Ji thought about it and felt helpless. He was not stupid. This situation was a test of the vision of both parties.

Tumagu is very good at identifying elixirs, but he knows nothing about spiritual materials and minerals.

"Okay, please lead the way, Chief."

The front was not far away, and the few people arrived quickly. The warehouse was actually a stone house.

Murong Ji followed Tumagu into the room, which was not small and was filled with various materials.

As soon as he came in, he was confused. He had no idea what the material was or what its properties were. Even if someone gave him a broken iron stone and said it was the material of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, he couldn't tell it.

[I'm screwed. I've suffered from my lack of education. I must make up for this knowledge when I return.]

What to do now? I can only trust the other party’s character and hope Tu Ma Gu will not fool him, a small monk.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, "Senior, to be honest, I know nothing about spiritual materials and spiritual minerals. I would like to ask for your guidance."

Murong Ji bowed and asked for advice humbly.

Tumagu looked at Murong Ji and suddenly asked, "Who is your master?"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then he reacted. The circle of alchemists is very small, but behind each of them there is a powerful force.

An alchemist, as long as the disciples of the sect are not too bad, can train some good ones.

[Now, it’s time to sell the master’s face.] Murong Ji’s face was a little serious, but he felt a little weird in his heart, as if he was my father Zhang Erhe.

"Master Tian is not easy."

Tumagu didn't react at all, but took Murong Ji towards another stone house.

Murong Ji had no idea what the ingredients were like and could only watch the other party pick and choose.

"What kind of magic weapon do you want to refine?"

"Senior, I want to refine a flying sword, um, using this piece of iron plate." Murong Ji took out the iron plate from the backpack and placed it on the ground.

Tumagu picked it up and knocked it. "You are lucky. This is meteorite iron that has been deposited for ten thousand years. This thing can be regarded as a material for refining holy weapons."

Murong Ji was prepared, but the doubts and uneasiness in his heart still existed. Who put this thing in Caomiao Village?

"I will help you prepare the materials for refining magic weapons, and you have to help me find your master to refine a furnace of elixirs."

Murong Ji was startled. He couldn't agree to it. Tian Buyi had a bad temper, but he didn't want to give up. He asked, "Can I see the recipe?"

Tumagu's pupils condensed, he thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and then wrote the prescription in the translated Central Plains language on the ground.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, this pill recipe seemed familiar, he seemed to have seen it somewhere. His pupils shrank slightly, and he translated the medicinal ingredients behind the pill recipe into the names of the medicinal ingredients in his previous life.

If there was no medicine, it was replaced with something with equal efficacy, and then several herbs were added to it.

【This is a spirit-boosting pill. 】

During the time he followed Qian Yi, he learned a lot of things and later studied Taoist classics in depth, including those related to medical elixirs.

In terms of vision and experience, he is definitely experienced.

[Open up the meridians, expand the pulse width, accelerate the circulation of qi and blood, eliminate stagnation, guide the spirit, and assist the spirit.] Murong Ji touched his chin slightly.

[This is because someone practiced too hastily and something went wrong, causing spirits to fill the body...]

(End of this chapter)