Beast Tamer: I can extract blood

Chapter 174 Sword, Feng Anshan

After receiving instructions from the eldest lady, Xiaocao hurriedly found the stall of Chen Jiuge and others.

Xiao Cao opened his arms and stopped the trio who were about to pack up their stall and said, "Wait, you can't leave?"

Chen Jiuge looked at the strange girl in front of him with a question mark on his face: "This fellow Taoist?"

"My young lady invites you to the Lin family." Xiaocao realized that her current posture was a little indecent, so she withdrew her hand and said softly.

"Not interested. Not going." Chen Jiuge didn't want to have anything to do with the forces here. To be precise, during this training, Chen Jiuge was trying his best to avoid getting involved with other forces.

No matter what Xiaocao said, Chen Jiuge remained unmoved and followed all the way to Fengming Tower, where he was stopped by the monk guarding the gate. Xiaocao then stomped his feet in frustration.

But he also felt relieved. Why didn't this monk want to see the eldest lady? So, was there no chance that he would expose his first-class makeup skills to deceive the eldest lady?
Xiao Cao, who was worried, walked back to the Lin family with heavy steps and shook her head at Lin Ziyan, saying, "Miss, he doesn't want to come."

After asking again and again, Lin Ziyan became a little annoyed. She had personally invited him, but he didn't even show up. It was so disrespectful.

Chen Jiuge didn't care whether he gave face to someone or not. Anyway, this stall showed that the scabbard monster and the grindstone monster were very popular. Especially the sword cultivator with a cold expression, who suddenly showed a shocked look, which made Chen Jiuge very satisfied.

How can a monk be so cold? It looks so inharmonious.

In order to make the world of cultivators a better place and to make Fengming City more harmonious, Chen Jiuge took advantage of the gap before major shops raised the prices of these two spirit beasts and carried out a super sweep, preparing to bring some shock to Fengming City as an animal trainer in the next five years.

Five years passed quickly, and it was only a few months away from the explosion of spiritual energy in Tianjian Mountain.

At this moment, Fengming Immortal City has gathered a large number of sword cultivators, not just independent cultivators, but mostly those from small forces with average strength. Occasionally, there will be some disciples from large sects who come to join in the fun.

Chen Jiuge met one.

"Fellow Daoist, I feel that your abilities should not be wasted on these low-level spirit beasts. You have greater value." The serious-faced middle-aged cultivator said seriously.

"Fellow Daoist, if you want to buy a spiritual beast, I welcome you. But we don't know the others very well." Chen Jiuge declined politely.

The middle-aged cultivator just shook his head upon hearing this, and then introduced himself: "I know your name is Chen Jiuge, my name is Qin Ming, now we know each other."

Chen Jiuge's mouth twitched. Are all these sword cultivators so weird? What kind of acquaintance is this?

"Fellow Daoist, I come from Wanjian Mountain. I would like to invite you to cultivate more advanced scabbard monsters and grindstone monsters for us." Qin Ming said seriously.

Chen Jiuge waved his hands repeatedly to indicate his refusal, but Qin Ming just stood beside the stall and refused to leave.

Looking at this serious-looking sword cultivator, Chen Jiuge touched one of the most beautiful scabbard monsters and said, "Fellow Daoist, you said I am wasting my time cultivating them?"

Qin Ming looked at the excellent scabbard monster in Chen Jiuge's hand and said, "Yes, with your ability, you should at least cultivate a higher-level scabbard monster, so that you can bring out your talent."

Chen Jiuge shook his head and said, "What do you think of the scabbard monster in my hand?"

"Of course it is excellent, but the grade is a bit low."

"I heard that most sword cultivators cultivate their natal spirit swords from the lowest level, so why can't the scabbard demon do the same?" Chen Jiuge asked in return.

"Because it is a spiritual beast, we sword cultivators do not need any external force. They just need to nurture our spiritual swords."

"Isn't what Brother Qin said too much? Even if the scabbard monster is a spiritual beast, so what?" A young cultivator who was selecting a scabbard monster at the stall said with some dissatisfaction.

"He Jiansi?" Qin Ming recognized the young cultivator in front of him.

"It's me, Qin Ming, you are still so extreme. It seems that you have failed this training again." He Jiansi did not agree with Qin Ming's words.

"My fellow Daoist Chen, let's have a drink sometime. I really like what you said. Why can't the scabbard demon grow together with the spirit sword and sword cultivator?" He Jiansi finally selected a snow-white scabbard demon, put down the spirit stone, left after leaving a few words.

In the past five years, Chen Jiuge has developed scabbard monsters that are suitable for spirit swords of various attributes, so the colors of the scabbard monsters are also very rich.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I'm going to close my stall." Chen Jiuge began to pack up the stall.

He paused before leaving, then turned around and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, I believe that no matter if it is a sword or a spirit beast, as long as you love and trust them with all your heart, they will give you corresponding rewards."

Qin Ming looked at the sword in his hand, then at Chen Jiuge's back, and suddenly remembered what the ancestor had said to him.

"Qin Ming, maturity is not something you can achieve by adjusting your face to look middle-aged. You are too persistent. It is true that sword cultivators rely on swords, but what about other things? Can't sword cultivators use other magic tools? When you are about to die, you don't use other magic?"

"Go outside and take a look. When you understand, come back to the Qin family."

In fact, this was not Qin Ming’s first experience. Including the previous times, Qin Ming had no idea how many years he had been wandering outside.

As the most talented person of this generation in the Qin family, many of his peers have already become immortals, but Qin Ming himself has been in the inner demon calamity and unable to get through it. If he did not have the Heavenly Sword Saint Body with a sword heart, he would have died from the inner demon calamity long ago.

"Am I wrong? No, a sword cultivator only cultivates the sword, this is the truth." Qin Ming looked at the gray spirit sword in his hand, his eyes gradually became firm.

The spirit sword also made an appropriate sound, as if responding to Qin Ming's words.

As soon as Chen Jiuge arrived at Fengming Building, he saw He Jiansi waving at him in the lobby.

"I didn't expect to meet you again so soon." He Jiansi looked at Chen Jiuge in surprise. Fengming Tower is not a place that a casual cultivator who sets up a stall can afford to live in, not even for Chen Jiuge who sells high-quality scabbard monsters and grindstone monsters.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, why don't you have a few drinks with me?" He Jiansi invited.

Chen Jiuge thought about it and realized that he really didn't have anything to do. Dabai should still be setting up the stall. Yue Meng had finished selling in the morning and took Xiaoqi and the others out to play.

"can."

He Jiansi was very enthusiastic and kept toasting Chen Jiuge. He was different from the sword cultivators he met while setting up stalls in the past few years. Apart from their sharp auras, those sword cultivators were also very cold in their hearts.

But He Jiansi is different, his aura is very gentle and he is very enthusiastic.

"Fellow Daoist He is also a swordsman?" Chen Jiuge asked curiously.

"Of course, Brother Chen thinks I am different from other sword cultivators."

Chen Jiuge nodded.

"There are two types of sword cultivators. The first type is extremely skilled in swordsmanship, the second type is extremely skilled in emotions. In fact, there is also a third type, but that type is not something that ordinary people can reach."

"Most of the people you meet are of the first type, and I happen to be the second type." He Jiansi said with a smile.

"Extreme emotion?" Chen Jiuge suddenly remembered the extreme sword art in the novels of his previous life.

"That's right. Compared to sword cultivators like us who are extremely good at swordsmanship, our strength in the early stages can only be said to be average. In the later stages, it also depends on the level of your emotions, and the difficulty of cultivation is also greater." "The only advantage of this path is that it allows us to still look like human beings." He Jiansi said casually.

Chen Jiuge said nothing and raised his glass to toast He Jiansi.

Immortals, immortals come first and humans come second. Many cultivators do not regard mortals as their own kind. This is something Chen Jiuge cannot understand.

After briefly talking about kendo, He Jiansi shifted the topic to the scabbard demon.

The two of them had a good impression of each other and chatted harmoniously. After learning that Chen Jiuge wanted to enter Tianjian Mountain, He Jiansi reminded him: "If you enter Tianjian Mountain, don't worry about anything, just keep walking up the mountain. Remember to walk. If you use any magic tools or spells to get up the mountain, hehe."

Although he didn't quite understand, Chen Jiuge still said that he knew.

As the date of the sword energy eruption from Tianjian Mountain approaches, Fengming Immortal City becomes more and more lively, with more and more foreign cultivators of various kinds appearing on the streets.

In the market for independent cultivators, Chen Jiuge once again sent away a young master from an aristocratic family who wanted to buy everything. Chen Jiuge didn't understand. They were just a group of third-level scabbard monsters. Couldn't he leave some for other independent cultivators? He always wanted to buy everything. It's not like others can't see that you have a lot of spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, I want this scabbard monster. Can you leave it for me for a while?" A burly figure stood in front of Chen Jiuge's stall and said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Chen Jiuge put the scabbard monster behind him without even raising his head.

The big man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chen Jiuge to be so easy to talk to. He hesitated and said, "Daoyou, aren't you afraid that I will deceive you?"

Chen Jiuge then raised his head and asked, "Can you?"

The burly man laughed proudly: "My name is Feng Anshan, fellow Taoist, I'm determined to be your friend, hahahaha."

Looking at Feng Anshan who left with laughter, Chen Jiuge shouted, "My name is Chen Jiuge."

"understood."

An hour later, all the scabbard monsters and grindstone monsters on the stall had been sold out, leaving only a shiny black scabbard monster, which was the one Feng Anshan chose.

"Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones does this scabbard monster cost?"

"Not for sale."

Most casual cultivators would just shake their heads and leave upon seeing this. Even those with some strength would at most ask a few more questions, but they would just let it go upon seeing Chen Jiuge's firm attitude.

But Lin Jianwei doesn’t think so.

"Why are you setting up a stall here if you don't want to sell anything? I want this scabbard monster for myself." As he said that, Lin Jianwei was about to reach out and snatch it.

A mere Divine Transformation cultivator dares to refuse this young master. If fighting was not prohibited in the city, I would have killed you long ago. However, it would be a good idea to wait for this cultivator to leave the city and then send someone to deal with him.

"Click"

Feng Anshan rushed back in time and grabbed Lin Jianwei's hand, making a sound of bones breaking: "This is mine."

Then he put the dead body of a spirit tiger on his shoulder on the ground and said, "It should be enough to exchange it with this beast."

Chen Jiuge looked at the corpse of the spirit tiger on the ground, which was probably a Mahayana cultivator when it was alive, and the corner of his mouth twitched. This guy was a bit too strong. This spirit tiger was beaten to death, and there was no trace of magic on its body.

"Okay." Chen Jiuge nodded silently and handed over the black scabbard monster in his hand.

Lin Jianwei, who had retreated to the side with his hands covered, saw the cultivators from Wanjian Mountain coming over and sneered, "Damn it, you actually dared to do it here, you're dead."

"I don't think so. What do you think?" Feng Anshan said with his big eyes staring at the monk from Wanjian Mountain who was coming over.

Lin Jianwei wanted to say something harsh, but was caught on the left and right by the monks from Wanjian Mountain and taken away.

"Hey, did you make a mistake? He was the one who started it. Hey, hey, are you blind?" Lin Jianwei struggled hard with his feet dangling in the air.

As a result, one of the monks found him too annoying and knocked him out with a sword.

"Big Brother, we're leaving first."

"You are the eldest senior brother of Wanjian Mountain, Feng Anshan, whose heavy sword can overwhelm the sky!!!" Chen Jiuge said in disbelief.

This is a person who exists in the same way as Wanshoumen's eldest brother Wu Daotian. To a certain extent, he is even more famous than Wu Daotian, and his strength may be even stronger.

"Fellow Daoist, we cultivators just follow our own will." Feng Anshan happily took out a piece of rare Earth Heart and stuffed it into the scabbard monster's mouth.

Chen Jiuge's eyebrows twitched as he watched, "Brother, this is just a third-level scabbard monster. Are you sure you can eat it?"
Finally, the scabbard monster ate it, but the originally slender body of the scabbard became round. Could it still hold a sword?
"Not bad, not bad, I am very satisfied with this scabbard. It will be almost enough after digesting a few hundred more." Feng Anshan was very satisfied looking at the chubby scabbard monster.

"Would you like to have a drink, fellow Taoist?" Feng Anshan invited.

"it is good."

Fengming Building Private Room

Chen Jiuge looked at Feng Anshan and found it hard to understand. How could the eldest senior brother of Wanjianshan, who had reached the level of a celestial being, lack a scabbard demon of good quality and even treat him to a drink? This was simply like a science fiction movie.

"Fellow Daoist, don't look at me like that."

"Everyone who knows me knows that I'm an easy-going person. I only care about things that appeal to me, whether it's making friends or scabbard monsters."

Feng Anshan said slowly.

"Feng Feng." Chen Jiuge didn't know how to address him.

"You can call me Fellow Daoist Feng, or Brother Feng, but I still prefer people to call me Brother Feng." Feng Anshan raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Feng, I'm just a little surprised. You are very similar to my senior brother from Wanshou Sect. If you two met, you would definitely hit it off." Chen Jiuge had no intention of hiding his identity from a celestial being.

"The Wanshou Sect, no wonder they can cultivate such a pleasing scabbard monster. I remember that there were also disciples from your Wanshou Sect who came to Tianjian Mountain this time. I met them on the road. They will be here in a few days." Feng Anshan recalled the man and woman he met on the road.

"Oh, I don't know if it's someone I know." Chen Jiuge was not very excited. After all, there were so many disciples in the Ten Thousand Beast Sect, and he only knew a very small number of them.

Although Feng Anshan didn't care about status and position, Chen Jiuge still cared a little. He couldn't be so bold as to have an equal relationship with a celestial being. If the other person accidentally failed to control his magic power, he would be shattered to pieces.

So Chen Jiuge was still a little restrained at this drinking party. Even the others, after knowing that Feng Anshan was Wanjianshan's eldest senior brother, hid in the cave and did not come out.

I can't afford to offend him, so I'd better leave this big shot to my master to socialize with.

(End of this chapter)