Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 212: Chapter 125 High-end Black Market, Recycling Second-hand Magic Tools _5

Logically, with such a large team, they should have been able to clear the area.

But in reality, the progress was not smooth.

The Xuan Yihui, who had been ignored in the past, suddenly stood tall this time.

Behind them, the five great Foundation Establishment Families, although only having three at the Foundation Establishment stage, formed an alliance, suppressing the Broken Mountain Gang in terms of elite combat strength.

”Wait, what do you mean by ’five great Foundation Establishment Families’, but only three of them are at the Foundation Establishment stage?”

Sikong Shoujia said matter-of-factly, ”Because the other two Foundation Establishment Families do not have any Foundation Establishment Cultivators in them!”

”No Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and yet they are called Foundation Establishment Families?” Luo Chen could not understand.

”They used to have a Foundation Establishment Stage Ancestor, but he died when his lifespan ran out. They could not stay where they originally were and thus moved to The Great River District.”

Sikong Shoujia explained nonchalantly.

”Although they no longer have their Foundation Establishment Stage Ancestor, the measures passed down in the clan can still burst forth with Foundation Establishment strength.”

”You’ve heard of Talisman Treasures, haven’t you? You’ve heard of Blood Inheritance Magic Items, haven’t you?”

”I know Talisman Treasures. Aren’t they just talismans that seal one-third of the power of a magic tool?” Luo Chen revealed his wide range of knowledge, then sneered, ”Inherited magic tools obtained through blood sacrifice can also be called magic tools?”

Blood Inheritance Magic Items, also known as Blood Sacrifice Magic Tools, belong to the Path of Blood Technique.

And Luo Chen was not unfamiliar with the Path of Blood Technique.

After Wang Yuan had killed the cultivator from the Path of Blood, Xiao Wuyan, he obtained many inheritances from him.

Occasionally during their conversations, Wang Yuan would openly inform Luo Chen about these items, possibly hoping that this knowledge could help Luo Chen better refine the Blood Evil Qi Pill.

Among this knowledge was the technique of blood sacrifice.

This is a technique for magic tools that is widely spread in the Immortal Cultivation World today and is not considered a Path of Demon Technique.

That is, a High Order Cultivator binds a magic tool with his own bloodline.

Only a cultivator with the same bloodline can inherit and wield it.

In this way, even if the cultivator passes away, this magic tool will not attract the covetous eyes of others.

But the cost is also apparent, even harsher than that of a Talisman Treasure.

A Talisman Treasure only seals a third of the power of a magic tool, leading to damage to the magic tool’s inherent power, which can be restored after a long period of nurturing.

But for a Blood Inheritance Magic Item, once it is bound to the bloodline, the grade of the magic tool will drop directly.

If it is a Lower Grade Magic Item, it will directly fall to the level of a Top Grade Magic Tool, and at most, it can only exert 20% of the magic tool’s power.

Compared to Talisman Treasures, while they can always be used, their power is not even comparable to that of Talisman Treasures.

Moreover, even if the descendants break through Foundation Establishment and reach Core Formation, they cannot restore the grade of that magic tool.

That is permanent damage!

Very few people would do such a thing.

Only those Foundation Establishment Cultivators who are approaching the end of their lifespan and do not have the means to make Talisman Treasures would make such a sacrifice for immediate needs.

”Don’t worry about whether it is a magic tool or not. In conjunction with the bloodline, the power it can exert is above that of a Top Grade Magic Tool and definitely ranks as a Foundation Establishment Technique!”

Sikong Shoujia said impatiently.

”Wait, why are you getting impatient with me?”

Luo Chen looked curiously at him.

On that old face, he could vaguely see traces of worry.

Suddenly, he thought of the reason.

”Your son didn’t enter that ruin, did he?”

Sikong Shoujia sighed and silently nodded.

If it were not for Mi Shuhua strictly ordering him to stay in the Pill Hall, he would have rushed to the Ancient Plains Mountain Range to participate in the struggle for the ruins himself.

Regardless of whether it was for a possible chance of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage or his married son.

Seeing the old man’s appearance, Luo Chen did not want to further ruffle his feathers.

After a brief conversation, he hastily returned home.

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With five bodyguards, he entered the Inner City and, under the personal escort of Dong Fangliang, returned to the courtyard.

Then!

With the almost perfect activation of the Concealing Breath Mantra and a carefully-designed disguise, Luo Chen, who had changed his clothes, quietly slipped out of the courtyard.

Leaving the Inner City, Luo Chen headed straight for the Outer City.

After passing through many alleyways and making countless turns, he entered a clothing store that sold ordinary clothes.

”Whatever clothes the customer wants to look at, feel free to do so.”

The old woman in the shop who was sewing clothes didn’t even raise her head as she spoke.

Under dim light, Luo Chen examined her closely, then said awkwardly:

”I would like a Nine Dragon Crown and a Willow Belt with cloth clothes.”

The old woman’s hand that was sewing clothes paused slightly, then shook her head: ”A crown for the Emperor does not match civilian clothes.”

”If you add a Zhenlong Embroidered Ball, it matches.”

Hearing this last sentence, the old woman looked up, her cloudy eyes staring at Luo Chen.

”How shall I address you?”

”Murong Yuan.”

”Hmm, this way, please!”

The woman beckoned with her hand, and in the direction leading to the back room, a faint flicker of light could be seen.

Luo Chen followed as instructed, and it suddenly seemed as if he had passed through a light curtain.

While he walked forward, it felt as though he was constantly descending.

Suddenly, in front of a large door, he was stopped by a person.

”A token!”

”Here!”

Luo Chen handed over a Zhenlong Embroidered Ball. It shimmered with a faint spirit light that subtly repelled Luo Chen.

Seeing this repelling phenomenon, the black-clothed cultivator raised an eyebrow.

”Is it your first time here at the Zhenlong Black Market?”

”Yes.”

”Do you know the rules?”

”Yes.”

”Okay, this is your Zhenlong Mask. When you come out later, we will give you your own Zhenlong Embroidered Ball.”

Luo Chen took an old-fashioned mask engraved with a dragon, put it on his face.

It was already disguised, and the breath was concealed. With the mask, it was even more hidden now.

Seeing the black-clothed cultivator opening the door, Luo Chen lamented in his heart.

It was obvious that having a token was enough, so why did they have to bother with code words.

What’s worse, those code words are uncultured.

At least give it a poetic flair, something like ”The earth shakes the high hills, the creeks define the eternal beauty” or something!

Furthermore, wasn’t he fairly well-known in The Great River District? As Dan Chenzi, his popularity was quite extensive. Why didn’t someone take the initiative to deliver an Embroidered Ball?

Even when Zeng Wen and Wang Yuan had first arrived, people had personally delivered tokens to them.

Who looked down on whom here?

But when he entered the gate and felt the gazes cast towards him, Luo Chen couldn’t help feeling tense.

”Damn, I’ve come to the wrong place, this is a high-end black market!”