infodatos Chapter 39 The Junk in the Weapon Forging Shop [Explosive]
Chapter 39 The Junk in the Weapon Forging Shop [Explosive]
"A widow's slender waist, a nun's long, white legs—hug them all night for free..."
It was still dark.
The one-eyed old man's hoarse voice pierced the window from two streets away.
Li Tianran opened his eyes and cursed inwardly.
That old man has a huge lung capacity. He howled until midnight last night, and he started singing again right on time this morning.
Li Tianran got up.
Today is the second day; I can go and choose a blood slave.
It's unrealistic to capture blood slaves in just two days.
There are too many righteous disciples outside.
If they fail, they will definitely be hunted down.
The task assigned by Old Man Han must be completed.
Buying a batch of blood slaves is the best option.
We now have approximately 1,200 spirit stones.
You could buy a suitable weapon.
He wasn't used to using Su Yingxue's knife.
Too light and too short.
Last time, I stabbed Zhang Xuan in the sect square.
He was almost pierced by the bone spur; his blade couldn't reach the other's throat.
It's fast enough, but not long enough.
As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."
The same applies to men and weapons.
He needs a weapon that truly belongs to him.
Li Tianran carefully concealed the storage bag close to his body and pulled his hood down before heading out.
A few people were scattered around the lobby of the inn.
The owner behind the counter was hanging up a new menu without even looking up.
"Just leave the key on the table when you check out."
Li Tianran put down the key and was about to leave.
The boss added, "Someone came to inquire about you last night. He was wearing a gray robe, carrying an abacus, and was as thin as a monkey."
I told him the inn had a rule against disclosing guest information. He then left. "Be careful."
Ma Wencai?!
It seems this guy has been looking for him all night.
Thank you.
Li Tianran said something to the boss, then pulled down his hood and went out the door.
He went straight to the talisman area and bought a few more talismans.
Thunder Talisman, Earth Escape Talisman, and Blazing Fire Talisman are all useful and cost-effective.
You can't skimp on things that are essential for saving your life.
After leaving the talisman shop, Li Tianran chose a side alley to go around towards the human market.
We must avoid Ma Wencai.
His cultivation level was much higher than mine, and he was extremely greedy.
If he flaunts his wealth, you never know what he might do.
There are countless examples of cultivators in the Demonic Sect killing their own fellow disciples in a double-cross.
When Li Tianran reached the corner of the third alley...
He suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Did I hurt you? You filthy beggar! This injury on your broken leg has made you lame for at least half a year."
"You've really messed with the abacus's ancestors when you tried to stage an accident?!"
Li Tianran saw a thin figure in a gray robe squatting on the street corner, an abacus resting on his knees.
Ma Wencai was arguing with a beggar huddled against a wall, their faces flushed with anger.
"Bullshit! Why the hell did you steal the money from my bowl?"
"Hmph, I'm telling you, you're the one who injured my leg, so you have to pay for it. If you don't..."
The beggar had disheveled hair and a rough voice.
He slowly stood up; his head was a head taller than Ma Wencai's.
Beneath the tattered cloak, a section of fine iron wrist guard was revealed, showing the filthy beggar's true cultivation level.
Eighth level of Qi Refining!
"Um... fellow Daoist, here's your spirit stone back."
Upon seeing this, Ma Wencai immediately stopped using the abacus.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he took out three spirit stones from his sleeve and placed them at the beggar's feet.
immediately.
Ma Wencai rushed towards this side at a very fast speed.
Li Tianran was caught off guard.
He immediately slipped into a shop on the side of the street before Ma Wencai could look up.
As he entered, he glanced up at the sign above the door.
Bailianfang!
It was the weapon-refining shop he had passed by yesterday.
The clanging and banging of blacksmiths could be heard all around.
Go inside.
Li Tianran then saw a bare-chested, bearded man swinging a hammer to strike iron, the hammerhead wrapped in dark red spiritual energy.
With each hammer blow, the sword blank on the anvil hummed.
The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and waves of heat were rolling in.
The blacksmith exuded an aura that indicated he was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
The walls of the shop were covered with weapons—swords, spears, halberds, and daggers—all gleaming coldly.
It looks like a weapon used for dismembering people.
Li Tianran's gaze lingered on the wide blade in the very center, priced at 12,000.
Beside him was a silver-white spear worth 19,500.
hiss……
With such an expensive price, how much profit does the boss make?
No wonder alchemists, formation masters, and qi refiners are respected.
They're practically walking money-printing machines.
The big man also spotted Li Tianran and immediately realized that he was hiding from someone.
"Look around if you want, but if you can't afford it, get out," a gruff voice warned.
The boss didn't even look up.
Li Tianran also stood still.
Because his gaze was fixed on that silver-white spear and he couldn't pull it out.
Long, cold, and unpretentious, with a heavy metallic sheen from the muzzle to the shaft.
Heavy enough, long enough, and sharp enough.
He's a good guy who can kill with one blow.
"Boss, do you have a gun?"
The boss, Hammer, paused for a moment, glanced up at him, and made a rumbling sound.
"Gun? Gun cultivators are rarer than three-legged toads in the market for rogue cultivators."
What kind of gun do you, a fake fifth-floor resident, use? The signs on the wall all say: no credit, no installments, cash on delivery.
"It's so expensive." Li Tianran hesitated, looking at it with longing.
The boss stared at him for several moments, then grinned.
"Even the lowest grade items here are top-quality magical artifacts."
Most of them are top-grade magic artifacts and low-grade spiritual artifacts.
There's only one cheap gun, a top-grade magic weapon, costing nine thousand five hundred. Do you have enough spirit stones in your pocket?
Li Tianran said with some helplessness, "It's not enough."
The burly man grinned: "Can't afford the genuine product, how about the junk?"
There's a broken gun in my back warehouse that nobody wanted for twelve years; the gun head was made of meteorite iron.
"There's a crack at the end of the gun barrel; if you pour spiritual energy into it, it will leak. If you like it, just give me a few hundred spirit stones."
"Oh?"
"Would it be convenient for you to show me around?"
Li Tianran became interested.
Upon hearing this, the burly man grunted and groaned.
"Come on, let me show you. It's just getting in my way with it sitting there all this time."
The warehouse is right next door, just a few steps away.
"Inside," the burly man pointed.
Li Tianran looked over.
The old warehouse was filled with discarded ritual implements, and the smell of rust and years of dust was pungent.
"Look at this piece of junk."
The boss pulled a gun out from under the pile of scrap metal.
The gun barrel was half a foot shorter than usual, the gun head was as blunt as scrap iron, and the whole gun was covered in rust.
Compared to those outside, it really is just a piece of scrap metal.
Li Tianran was disappointed, but he had already come all this way.
He reached out to take it.
suddenly!
The moment his fingers touched the gun barrel, his storage bag suddenly trembled very slightly.
The Imprisoning Immortal Basin is shaking.
A resonance like that activated by spiritual energy.
His fingers froze on the gun barrel, and his heart skipped a beat.
The Immortal Imprisoning Basin never trembles on its own.
This is the first time.
Li Tianran quickly calmed his racing heart and drew his gun.
He poured his spiritual energy in, but most of it leaked out.
Only a very thin wisp seeped into the tip of the spear, giving off a very faint silvery-white halo.
It only lit up briefly before going out.
But the trembling of the Immortal Imprisoning Basin did not stop; in fact, it became more pronounced.
"It lit up? It actually lit up? This gun has been sitting here for twelve years and no one has been able to activate it. Today, a pseudo-fifth-level player managed to light it up."
The boss's mouth gaped slightly, his face full of surprise.
"This is completely unusable. Let me look at some others."
Li Tianran pretended to hesitate for a moment, then took a decent-looking short sword from the shelf next to him and placed both on the table.
I compared them carefully for a while.
He asked, "Can you make it cheaper?"
The shopkeeper looked at the short sword and then at the broken gun: "Two hundred for the short sword."
Just give me the cost price of this gun, a total of four hundred spirit stones, and I'll give you a bonus: a fragmented gun technique manual.
No bargaining!
The boss then tossed out a tattered booklet made of animal hide, its cover reading "Armor-Breaking Style".
Li Tianran suppressed his excitement, took the book, flipped through it, and then frowned and remained silent.
The three spear techniques are: Armor-Piercing Style, which targets armor and scales; Cloud Piercing Style, which infuses spiritual energy into the spear tip to form a spiral; and Horizontal Sweeping Style, which uses the spear's tail to parry and counterattack.
No fancy tricks, just lethality.
"It's barely usable for practice, but definitely not for real combat," Li Tianran shook his head.
"Young man, before this gun was damaged, it was a magical weapon!"
Even though it looks broken now, it's still better than a top-grade magic weapon!
Li Tianran feigned hesitation: "Hmm... okay then."
Boss: "A straightforward person."
Li Tianran paid the spirit stones with a long face and put the gun and booklet into his storage bag.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper smiled and comforted him, "You won't lose out. This spearhead can recognize its owner, and the crack needs to be repaired with meteorite iron."
Feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything; it's half price.
Li Tianran nodded.
Without saying a word, he came out of the Hundred Refinements Workshop and glanced in the direction he had just come from.
Ma Wencai has disappeared.
The beggar with the eighth level of Qi cultivation was still dozing off by the wall.
He chose a side alley and headed towards the market.
The sun hadn't yet risen directly overhead.
The streets are already bustling.
The vendor selling animal hearts was placing freshly slaughtered animals onto the shelves, blood dripping down the edges of the shelves.
An old woman carrying a bamboo basket shouted at the top of her lungs, "The monster's eyeballs were just dug out and are still steaming!"
far away,
The one-eyed old man was shouting at the entrance of the Poison Bone Restaurant.
He had a bone in his mouth, and a greasy rag draped over his shoulder.
Li Tianran walked straight over.
"Oh, still selling toad hearts today?" The old man recognized Li Tianran.
"I want to buy blood slaves, ten of them in their prime."
"Plus a few nuns, those with a background in Qigong."
Upon hearing this...
"Buying nuns? I get it, I get it!"
The old man squinted his one eye and pulled out a tattered roster from under the counter: "There are three nuns with Qi cultivation foundations, one from Jin Guang Nunnery, two from Shui Yue Nunnery, and one whose Dantian has been sealed."
The independent cultivators think bald heads are unlucky, but you don't mind? That's quite a unique taste, hehe.
Li Tianran: "Lead the way."