Becoming an Immortal and Ancestor, Starting from the Clan-protecting Divine Beast

7: Chapter 7 First-Order Talisman Crafting InheritanceChen Fufeng stopped in his tracks and looked at the stall to the side, his eyes filled with surprise and scrutiny; he had not expected that someone would actually be selling a First-Order Talisman Crafting Inheritance at a street stall. This item was extremely rare.

The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man with simple clothing and messy hair, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, and the Aura he exuded was clearly that of an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator, possessing formidable strength.

On the stall in front of him was a sign with large characters written in black ink on white paper: ”Selling a complete set of First-Order Talisman Crafting Inheritance, high price, interested parties come forward.”

”Eighth Layer of Qi Refining...” Chen Fufeng pondered for a moment. For someone of this cultivation level to be running a street stall, it was possible he was fishing for victims, or he might genuinely want to sell it.

Yuan Feng’s strength had been revealed when they annihilated the six scar-faced men, so even against an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator, he was not afraid. Even if this person was fishing, it didn’t matter; it was not yet certain who the bait was.

He then asked, ”May I ask, Brother, what is the asking price for this First-Order Talisman Crafting Inheritance?”

Money bolstered courage. Having just visited the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, the number of Spirit Stones on his person had increased rather than decreased, so he didn’t need to worry about income and expenditure and could boldly spend again.

Those running stalls in the black market were basically Loose Cultivators or down-and-out individuals. Most of their goods were trash and cheap, but sometimes one could really unearth some good things.

It could be said that with a little effort, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle, with a gamble, a motorcycle becomes a jeep, and with some struggle, a jeep becomes an Aston Martin.

”The price is fixed at 488 Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Buy it if you want, if not, please walk away and don’t block me from doing business.” The middle-aged man’s tone was cold. After speaking, he closed his eyes, appearing to be feigning sleep.

Chen Fufeng’s mouth twitched. He complained internally, he just asked for the price, and with such an attitude, it was no wonder no one bought it.

However, the price of 488 Low-Grade Spirit Stones also shocked him. This was not a small sum; the price of an ordinary standard First-Order High Grade Magical Artifact was only 150 to 160 Spirit Stones, so this could buy three First-Order Low Grade Magical Artifacts.

The First-Order High Grade broadsword used by the scar-faced man earlier belonged to the category of standard Magical Artifacts. Its price was very cheap among artifacts of the same grade, and many Cultivators basically chose to buy standard Magical Artifacts.

Although its power was slightly worse compared to those boutique custom-made Magical Artifacts, the grade was there; no matter how bad, it was still a High Grade Magical Artifact.

Besides, when a Cultivator goes out, they naturally need to be fully prepared. Medicinal Pills, Talismanic Incantations, Formations, etc., all need to be prepared, which was another huge expense.

Wealth, Companion, Law, Land; it made sense that Wealth occupied the first position, being far more important than the other three.

”Old Chen, is this First-Order Talisman Crafting Inheritance very important?” Yuan Feng asked via voice transmission, puzzled.

Chen Fufeng replied, ”Brother Yuan, talisman crafting is one of the hundred arts of cultivation, second only to the three great arts of Alchemy, Formations, and Artifact Refining. It is extremely important.”

He then asked the middle-aged man with a smile, ”Why is it so expensive? The price of a general Talisman Crafting Inheritance is only about 300 Low-Grade Spirit Stones. This is already over 100 Spirit Stones more expensive.”

The middle-aged man sized Chen Fufeng up a few times, feeling a strange, indescribable sensation. He was an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator, yet he felt a sense of danger from this Seventh Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator.

”Heh, compared to the Talisman Crafting Inheritance I am selling, ordinary ones are not even worth a fart. They are like heaven and earth; the difference is huge.”

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, crossed his arms, and with a rather boastful tone, said loudly, ”Ordinary Talisman Crafting Inheritances only contain three or four types of First-Order High Grade Talismanic Incantations, and they are all common goods.

”And the Talisman Crafting Inheritance I am selling contains eight types of First-Order High Grade Talismanic Incantations alone. In addition to the Five Elements, it also includes Talismanic Incantations of the Wind, Thunder, and Ice paths.

”Among them, the Wind-attributed First-Order High Grade Talismanic Incantation is called the Swift Wind Talisman, and the Thunder-attributed First-Order High Grade Talismanic Incantation is called the Swift Thunder Talisman. These two Talismanic Incantations can also be used in combination to exert the effect of a First-Order top-grade Talismanic Incantation, the Swift Wind and Swift Thunder Talisman.

”Tell me, is it worth this price? These are Talismanic Incantations that can rival the Peak Qi Refining level. If I weren’t in urgent need of money, why would I take them out to sell!”

After finishing, he stared at Chen Fufeng and added, ”Well? The price is fixed, no bargaining: 488 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and this complete First-Order Talisman Crafting Inheritance is yours.”

Chen Fufeng suppressed his excitement, showing no abnormality on the surface. First-Order High Grade Talismanic Incantations that could be used in combination were indeed worth this price.

In the Cultivation World, items like Magical Artifacts, Formations, and Talismanic Incantations are divided into grades based on their level, and each grade is divided into four qualities: Low Grade, Medium Grade, High Grade, and top-grade.

And these four qualities correspond to the Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Peak of each Realm.

Items at the First-Order top-grade level correspond to the Peak Qi Refining Realm, which is already at the pinnacle of the Qi Refining Realm, with strength far exceeding that of an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator.

If a Seventh Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator holds a First-Order top-grade offensive Talismanic Incantation, they have a chance to kill an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator.

Seeing Chen Fufeng standing still in thought, the middle-aged man immediately made up his mind and said, ”If you buy it, I will also gift you a set of talisman crafting insights, which can save a novice from taking most of the detours and help them get started quickly.”

He had been setting up his stall in this black market for several days. During this time, many people had come to ask, but unfortunately, after learning the price, they left in a hurry, thinking he was asking for an exorbitant price.

Talisman crafting required talent. If one bought it and couldn’t get started, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

”If it still doesn’t sell, I can only go to the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion to sell it, but the price... sigh.” The middle-aged man sighed internally.

”Brother Yuan, what do you think?” Chen Fufeng asked via secret voice transmission.

Hearing this, Yuan Feng scratched his head, feeling somewhat speechless. He was a Yao Beast and couldn’t draw Talismanic Incantations, so why ask him?

”Old Chen, if you think this thing is helpful for the growth of the Chen Family, then just take it. You don’t need to worry about money; we can just kill a few more groups of Robber Cultivators later.” Yuan Feng replied, his tone turning sharp when he mentioned Robber Cultivators.

Chen Fufeng nodded imperceptibly. For a Family to exist for a long time, the core Cultivation Technique Legacy is definitely essential.

Secondly, one must possess the Legacy of at least one or two of the hundred arts of cultivation so that one can reduce expenditures and increase income, keeping the budget balanced rather than only spending without earning.

Thinking of this, Chen Fufeng no longer hesitated. He took out a Storage Pouch, moved the extra Spirit Stones into another Storage Pouch, and handed it over.

”488 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, you count them.”

The middle-aged man took the Storage Pouch, scanned it with his Divine Thought, and after confirming the number was correct, he took out a Jade Slip and a book.

”The Jade Slip records the production methods of 42 types of Talismanic Incantations, among which there are 8 types of First-Order High Grade, 13 types of First-Order Medium Grade, and 21 types of First-Order Low Grade.

”Then there is this book of talisman crafting insights. It records the keys to making these 42 types of Talismanic Incantations. Don’t lose it.”

Chen Fufeng took the Jade Slip and the book, placed the Jade Slip against his forehead, and probed it with his Divine Thought.

”First-Order High Grade Talismanic Incantations: Metal Sharpness Talisman, Wood Armor Talisman, Water Origin Talisman, Flame Fire Talisman, Thick Earth Talisman, Swift Wind Talisman, Swift Thunder Talisman, Ice Prison Talisman.

”First-Order Medium Grade Talismanic Incantations: Metal Thread Talisman, Fireball Talisman, Qi Control Talisman...

”First-Order Low Grade Talismanic Incantations: Heart Clearing Talisman, Body Cleansing Talisman, Godly Movement Talisman...”

After confirming that the Legacy was correct, Chen Fufeng put the Jade Slip into his Storage Pouch, then opened the book and flipped through a few pages. Dense handwriting and illustrations came into view.

”Hmm, no problem. Happy trading!”

After Chen Fufeng confirmed that the Talisman Crafting Inheritance and talisman crafting insights were correct, he cupped his hands to the middle-aged man and left without further delay, taking large strides.

This was the black market. Exposing one’s wealth was a major taboo, especially since he had just spent nearly 500 Spirit Stones at a street stall; surely someone with ill intentions had targeted him.

”Brother Yuan, if anyone follows us after we leave the black market later, we’ll find a deserted place and take care of them!” Chen Fufeng’s tone was cold. He was no novice in the Cultivation World; he had long seen the essence of the Cultivation World: the law of the jungle!

”No problem. As the saying goes, killing and arson bring golden belts. If we are short on money, others will naturally deliver it to our door.” Yuan Feng replied.

Chen Fufeng smiled and said, ”Brother Yuan, why are you being so literary? It doesn’t even feel like you’re a Yao Beast.”

He truly thought so. In his view, Yuan Feng possessed high intelligence, no less than that of a Human Race Immortal Cultivator.

”Who said Yao Beasts can’t be cultured?” Yuan Feng retorted.

Chen Fufeng’s words stalled. This statement actually made some sense; there was no rule that Yao Beasts couldn’t be cultured.

He had read some supernatural books, which stated that some highly cultivated Yao Beasts would transform into human form, enter the territory of the Human Race, and learn the culture and knowledge of the Human Race. It was truly thought-provoking.

After Chen Fufeng left, several figures in the black market secretly followed him. They were all ruthless people who thought they had strong strength and could take a bite out of him.

After walking out of the basin black market, sharp glints appeared in Chen Fufeng’s eyes. He faintly perceived several malicious intents from behind; someone had targeted him.

He put on a somewhat panicked look, hurriedly took out two First-Order High Grade Wind Control Talismans purchased from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, stuck them on his legs, and then flew away in the air at high speed.

Not long after he left, three figures walked out of the black market together. They looked at each other, seeing vigilance and killing intent in each other’s eyes.

These three figures maintained a certain distance from each other, then turned into streams of light, chasing in the direction Chen Fufeng had left.

After flying for over a hundred miles, the surrounding mountains and forests became lush, a scene of desolation with no traces of human activity, only the tracks of mountain beasts and birds.

Chen Fufeng remained calm. Among the three figures chasing him, two had sensed something was wrong after seeing him run to such a remote area and had already left.

Only one figure was recklessly releasing their Aura, biting tightly, as if saying, ”I’ve got you.”

”An Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator. It’s manageable; it’s not a big problem.” Yuan Feng said.

The two of them had long ago set a plan. If someone really pursued them regardless of the consequences, they would just kill them. They could also reap a windfall and let their empty wallets bulge.

Chen Fufeng calmed down, turned around slowly, a smile appearing on his face, and said loudly, ”My friend, you have been following me all the way. What is it that you want?”

”What do I want? Of course, it’s to finish you off and swallow this fat fish all by myself!”

The newcomer looked ferocious, with a hooked nose and a vicious expression. Water-blue true power surged within his body, transforming into a water dragon several zhang long that rushed out, pouncing straight at Chen Fufeng.

A crimson longsword appeared in the latter’s hand. He swung his sword at the pouncing water dragon—a Prairie-Blaze—like a sea of fire sweeping over, evaporating most of the water dragon.

Boom!

Chen Fufeng’s figure retreated more than ten zhang. The half-destroyed water dragon destroyed the mountain forest behind, leaving only a pit.

”Fellow Daoist, just hurry up and die!” The one chasing was an old man with a sinister look in his eyes. The killing intent in his eyes was undisguised; he wished he could kill Chen Fufeng immediately and loot all his wealth.

Chen Fufeng steadied his figure, took a step, and took the initiative to attack. In an instant, he struck three times, and three Sword Qi streaks fell like three fiery red meteors, striking directly at the hooked-nose old man.

”Water Floods the Golden Mountain!” The hooked-nose old man shouted, his hands forming seals. The sound of splashing water rang out, and ten zhang of water waves rolled up behind him, like a river flowing backwards, rushing forward.

Pfft!

The crimson Sword Qi was extinguished. Seeing that Chen Fufeng was about to be submerged, the old man’s mouth curled into a cruel smile, but the next moment he couldn’t smile anymore.

Bang!

A figure covered in black and yellow luster smashed through the water flow with one punch. The intimidating Aura was like an angry dragon moving through a river, and the massive fist struck straight on, capable of crushing mountains and breaking Peaks!

The hooked-nose old man was shocked. He hurriedly adjusted his spiritual energy to form a water-blue barrier in front of him, while simultaneously taking out several Talismanic Incantations, which turned into layers of shields stacked together.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Following several crisp sounds, the barriers and shields blocking the old man’s front shattered one after another. A fist wrapped in black yao power blasted him down from the air, causing the earth to shake.

”Cough, cough!”

The old man flew out from the large pit, trembling, his mouth and nose bleeding incessantly, his chest a bloody mess. Fortunately, he had gathered all his spiritual energy at the spot Yuan Feng hit, otherwise, he would have been blasted to pieces by the punch and died on the spot.

Swish!

Before he could even catch his breath, one after another crimson sword lights slashed down, submerging the location of the hooked-nose old man and splashing up a cloud of dust.

Chen Fufeng held his longsword, his expression serious. All the spiritual energy in his body gathered in his hands. The sword technique recorded in the Li-Fire Sword Song, ”One Breath Long Song,” was continuously unleashed, and he blasted over a dozen sword lights down in succession.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the figure of the hooked-nose old man appeared, looking miserable. He was pitch black all over, and a scent of roasted meat permeated the mountain forest.

”I... I hate this, pretending to be a pig... to eat... the tiger...”

Before the hooked-nose old man could finish speaking, he died with hatred, his eyes wide open, unable to close them in death.