Arcane Journey

After completing the transaction of Lingmi, Brian walked with satisfaction in the busiest market in the city.

Now, he still owns 130 low-grade spiritual stones. He will return to the world of Toril in a few days to fight the priests of Yeager. He must convert all the spiritual stones into fighting power as much as possible.

We can never end up with the person in heaven and the money in the bank.

Therefore, he planned to use these spiritual stones to at least buy a useful magic weapon, and then add a few powerful talismans. Only in this way can he feel more at ease when facing powerful enemies.

As usual, the market is still very lively, with all kinds of casual cultivators displaying dazzling items, hawking goods there, as if they were in a vegetable market.

Even though he has been a man for three generations and has seen all kinds of big scenes, Brian also feels that his eyesight is not enough in this new world of immortality.

He walked around the various stalls for half a circle before finding the magic weapon he wanted.

"How can I sell this flying sword?"

But before Brian could speak first, a middle-aged monk with a beard ran over first and took the initiative to ask the stall owner, who was wrapped in a black robe and wore a hood to hide his face.

"20 yuan for low-grade spiritual stones, no bargaining." The black-robed stall owner said in a hoarse voice.

It was a dark-colored meteorite sword, one foot three inches long, with several notches on the surface. It looked like it was of low quality and could barely be driven by mana to attack the enemy.

Brian, who was observing secretly from the side, was keenly aware that the stall owner was obviously deliberately pretending to be like this. He might not often do things like killing people and stealing goods.

Of course, even if he guesses the other party's identity, he doesn't bother to care about it, as long as the second-hand refurbished magic weapon sold by the other party is suitable for his own use.

In the world of immortality, everyone who knows it understands it, and those who don’t understand will have a chance to understand it in the future.

"Damn it! This magic weapon is so expensive. It's almost broken. Why don't you go and grab it? I won't even give it to me for free." The middle-aged monk with a beard obviously couldn't afford such a thing. Many spiritual stones.

He curled his lips and looked at the other flying sword on the stall.

Compared to the one just now, this flying sword looks much more normal, with fine workmanship, a chilling blade, and a faint flow of spiritual power. Even in a low-grade magic weapon, it belongs to the ceiling.

This was the low-grade magic weapon that Brian took a fancy to at a glance after wandering around various stalls for a long time.

As for the magic weapons of medium quality and above, he didn't even bother to look at them.

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's mainly because he is cash-strapped and simply can't afford a magical weapon with a starting price of more than 150 spiritual stones.

"Then how can I sell this magic weapon?" the bearded monk asked again.

The black-robed stall owner looked at the other party indifferently, obviously seeing that the other party had no intention of buying it at all, and said calmly, "Fuck you, no bargaining."

"..."

The bearded monk glanced at the other party speechlessly, cursed a few words in his mouth, then turned around and ran away angrily.

'Three shit, that's 60 yuan for low-grade spiritual stones. ' Brian thought to himself amusedly, the price was within his range.

Just when Brian once again focused his attention on the low-grade flying sword weapon of good quality, the black-robed stall owner seemed to be aware of it. He looked up at him and proactively asked, "Is this fellow Taoist also... I have taken a fancy to this flying sword of mine."

His voice was still hoarse and low, with a vague sense of danger.

This made Brian, who was good at observing people's hearts, even more certain that the other party was definitely a monk doing some shady business.

Even so, he still tentatively replied, "Yes, I am indeed interested in this magic weapon. I wonder how much this low-grade flying sword magic weapon is worth?"

"Normally speaking, the price of ordinary low-grade magic weapons is around 50 yuan of spirit stones." The black-robed stall owner said seriously:
"But this flying sword of mine is obviously not an ordinary low-grade magical weapon. This flying sword is forged from high-quality fine iron. It has good conductivity for spiritual power. The flying sword is like a thundering giant, with broken gold. The power of broken stones, even the body-refining monks who claim to be indestructible, dare not underestimate its edge."

"The most important thing is that even if you run out of mana, you can still use it as a handy weapon." He quoted the price, "So, this flying sword requires at least 60 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones."

'Is there such a boast?This is for the sake of selling the items, without even losing face. ' Brian glanced at the black-robed stall owner and thought to himself. "Fellow Taoist, please stop entertaining me." Seeing that the other party seemed to want to continue bragging, Brian raised his hand to interrupt him and said:

"It's just a low-grade magic weapon. What else can it do? I can still tell its quality and power. Besides, it didn't just come out of the forging furnace. 60 yuan of spiritual stone is really high. A lot."

"Then how much do you plan to pay?" The black-robed stall owner saw that this little monk, whose strength was only in the early stages of Qi refining, didn't look like a little fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He hesitated for a moment and then changed his words.

"50 yuan of spirit stones." Brian didn't want to talk nonsense to him and directly quoted his ideal price.

"Why don't you grab 50 spiritual stones?" The black-robed stall owner sneered and said with an unhappy face, "At least 55 spiritual stones are needed."

"Even if I can snatch it, I don't dare to take action at will." Brian glanced at the other party, then looked at the flying sword placed on the stall, smiled meaningfully, and prepared to leave, "50 Yuanling Shi, if you want to sell it, we will make the deal right away. If you don’t want to buy it, I will leave, so don’t waste our time.”

"Okay, I'll give you an advantage, kid." The black-robed stall owner apparently heard the implication of Brian's words and replied helplessly.

Brian smiled slightly, took out 50 yuan of spiritual stones, took the first magic weapon in his life, and left with satisfaction.

He walked around the market a few times and came to a small shop that mainly sold talismans.

Since the location of the store was a bit remote, the business here seemed deserted. When Brian walked over, there were no customers except for the clerk guarding the store.

He felt at ease and walked over on his own initiative.

"Fellow Taoist, what talismans do you need?" The store clerk was a shy young man. When he saw Brian approaching, he immediately put down the talisman pen he was using to practice drawing talismans and greeted him with a smile.

Brian looked at the list of talismans on the counter and found that this shop mainly sold low-grade and medium-grade talismans.

He pondered for a moment and said his request, "Give me some powerful first-level mid-level talismans. Preferably thunder-type talismans."

Among all the low-level talismans with attributes, the most powerful one is undoubtedly the thunder method.

Not only is it released quickly, but it is also naturally capable of restraining evil spirits and ghosts.

In the world of Toril, the priests under the Death God Yeager specialize in necromancy magic. Using thunder talismans to deal with them is obviously the best choice.

"What a coincidence. My master just successfully drew two medium-grade thunder talismans yesterday." The young man turned around and walked towards the back room, "Wait a minute, I will get them for you right now."

The young man didn't keep Brian waiting for long, and quickly brought over two thunder talismans filled with spiritual energy and said, "Two thunder talismans, each worth 30 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, a total of sixty spiritual stones."

'It's quite expensive. ' Brian thought to himself.

Under normal circumstances, the price of ordinary mid-grade talismans remains at 20 yuan of spirit stones, obviously except for thunder talismans.

Relatively speaking, the price is still very reasonable.

Without thinking too much, Brian took out 60 yuan of spiritual stones and bought the only two thunder talismans in the store.

He was about to leave, but the young man seemed to think that Brian's moves were clean and neat and worthy of friendship. He suddenly stopped him, took out a talisman, and said with a smile:
"Fellow Taoist, this is obviously your first time here. I am Pan Zhen, the apprentice of the shopkeeper. This ice talisman is just a gift for you. I hope you can come here more often if you need it in the future."

'Pan Zhen? '

Brian was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered.

Isn't this man Pan Qiaoyan's proud younger brother? He almost became the other party's cheap brother-in-law, working for his old Pan family for free for the rest of his life.

However, this boy seems to be much more pleasing to the eye than his arrogant sister in terms of how he behaves.

Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Brian accepted the other person's talisman and said, "Don't worry, if the talisman is powerful enough, I will definitely come here often."

After saying that, he turned around and left, preparing to return to Calabash Valley.