Fantasy: Giving birth but not raising? Why are you crying when I become the Immortal Emperor?

Ye Tian stood up, changed into ordinary clothes, and put the county magistrate's official robe into the storage ring.

He practiced his skills to conceal his own cultivation aura, making himself look like an ordinary cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

"There's still one last step left."

Ye Tian raised the Sword of Life and slashed it hard at his face.

The sword flashed, and a fresh scar appeared on Ye Tian's face from top to bottom.

"Phew! Well, I hope the Sword of Life can heal my face later."

After doing all this, Ye Tian left the inn and went to the largest trading market in the city.

Ye Tian walked onto the street, where the well-dressed monks formed a sharp contrast with the ragged civilians.

He touched the fresh scar on his face and hunched his back deliberately.

Pretending to be timid, he slowly blended into the crowd.

Ye Tian walked slowly along the street, his eyes scanning the shops on both sides.

Most of the shop signs are blood-colored, with words like "Blood Refining Pavilion", "Blood Pill Workshop", and "Blood Equipment Shop" written on them.

Most of the goods sold are also related to blood.

He thought to himself: "Let me first see how their medicine is and check out the prices."

Ye Tian stopped in front of a shop selling blood-colored pills.

He pretended to be curious and looked at the pills on the counter.

"Sir, what do you need?"

A bloated shopkeeper rubbed his hands and asked enthusiastically.

Ye Tian said in a hoarse voice: "Just take a look."

He picked up a jade bottle filled with red liquid and examined it carefully.

"Sir, you have a good eye. This is the latest 'Blood Spirit Pill' refined in our store."

"After taking it, your cultivation level will improve rapidly, and there will be no side effects."

When the shopkeeper saw Ye Tian pick up the Blood Spirit Pill, he immediately began to introduce it.

Ye Tian put down the jade bottle, shook his head and said:

"too expensive."

He picked up a porcelain bottle filled with black liquid.

"what about this?"

"This is the 'Blood Evil Pill', which is specially used to increase the strength of the physical body. It is cheaper than the Blood Spirit Pill."

The shopkeeper replied.

Ye Tian sighed: "It's still too expensive."

He turned and was about to leave.

"Sir, sir, please don't leave. If you really need it, the price can be negotiated."

The shopkeeper hurriedly stopped Ye Tian, ​​fearing that he would miss a business opportunity.

"I need some pills that can quickly heal my injuries, but I don't have much blood."

He took out a small piece of dried blood scab from his arms and shook it in front of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper took a look at the blood scab in Ye Tian’s hand.

He showed disdain on his face, but still said with all his strength: "Sir, I'm afraid this little blood scab of yours is not enough to buy any good elixir."

Ye Tian pretended to be pitiful:

"Boss, please be kind. I'm seriously injured and I need medicine to heal my wounds."

The shopkeeper sighed and took out a rough little bottle from under the counter:
"This contains 'blood-clotting ointment', although its effect is not as good as the elixir."

"But it can barely repair the broken limbs and the wound on your face. I'll just take this small blood scab from you."

Ye Tian took the small bottle and thanked him quickly: "Thank you, shopkeeper."

He took the vial and quickly left the shop.

"Is this true? Such a small thing can repair a broken limb?"

Ye Tian was confused.

After all, this thing only cost him a blood scab.

Ye Tian found a secluded corner, opened the vial, and smelled the blood-clotting ointment inside.

A pungent fishy smell almost made him vomit.

He suppressed his nausea and put the vial away.

"I really wasn't deceived?"

Ye Tian continued to walk towards the depths of the trading market.

Soon I found a stall in the market surrounded by people.

This scene immediately caught his attention.

Waiting to squeeze in.

I found that the stall owner was auctioning a white crystal that exuded a strange energy.

Ye Tian squeezed into the crowd and secretly used his spiritual sense to detect the white crystal.

"Isn't this the source of spiritual stone?"

"This thing can upgrade the quality of the surrounding spiritual stones."

"There are only a few pieces in the whole Jiuzhou!" Ye Tian said in his heart.

He decided to participate in the auction and buy the spiritual stone source.

"Fifty blood coagulation!"

A monk with a pointed face and monkey cheeks shouted out the price.

"sixty!"

Another monk followed closely behind.

Seeing the bidding price gradually increase, Ye Tian thought to himself: "Blood coagulation? Is it a more civilized name for blood scab?"

But he did not forget to bid: "One hundred!"

Ye Tian directly doubled the price.

When several suspicious monks heard Ye Tian’s offer, they all showed anxious looks.

One of the monks with a face full of flesh said to Ye Tian:
"Kid, if you know what's best for you, just give up the bidding. This thing is not something you can get your hands on!"

Ye Tian ignored the threat and continued to raise the price: "One hundred and fifty!"

The short and fat monk transmitted his voice again: "You are seeking death!"

"two hundred!"

Ye Tian remained unmoved.

The bidding price continued to rise between Ye Tian and several cultivators.

There were more and more onlookers around.

"What is so special about this crystal that it has caused such a fierce competition."

The crowd talked about it.

In the end, Ye Tian bought the spirit stone source material at a high price of five hundred blood gels.

Seeing this, several monks could only leave in hatred.

Ye Tian took the spiritual stone source, and pure spiritual energy poured into his body.

He was secretly delighted: "The spiritual stone essence can not only improve the grade of the spiritual stone, but also be of great benefit to my future cultivation."

Ye Tian put the spiritual stone source into the storage ring and left the stall.

After walking for a long time, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind him.

Ye Tian didn't even turn his head and said coldly: "You have been following me for so long, why don't you come out?"

"Huh, kid, you're pretty alert."

The short and fat monk walked out from the corner, followed by the monks from before.

He rubbed his fat palms and said to Ye Tian: "Hand over the crystal stone, and we can consider leaving you a whole body."

Ye Tian took out the spirit stone source, tossed it, and caught it steadily.

"Just a few of you?"

"Boy, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit!"

Another tall and thin monk stepped forward.

A blood-red dagger appeared in his hand, and he said, "We brothers are not easy to mess with!"

"I want to see what you are capable of."

Ye Tian waved his right hand, and the Taibai Immortal Sword appeared in his hand.

White light flowed on the sword, illuminating the hideous scar on Ye Tian's face.

He held the sword in one hand and stared at the people in front of him.

Because of this sudden declaration of war, the stall owners gave way one after another, leaving a large area vacant.

"on!"

At the order given by the short and fat monk, the tall and thin monk rushed towards Ye Tian and stabbed Ye Tian's chest with the bloody dagger.

"Die for me! I'll teach you the rules of this bloody city!"

shouted the tall and thin monk.

Ye Tian did not dodge or evade, a sword energy shot out from the Taibai Immortal Sword.

The dagger hit the tall and thin monk directly, and shattered into pieces.

The tall and thin monk was pierced by the sword energy and fell heavily to the ground.

The short and fat monk was shocked when he saw this and shouted, "How can this boy's sword energy be so powerful!"

Ye Tian didn't wait for their reaction and instantly moved behind the short and fat monk.

The Taibai Immortal Sword mercilessly pierced the short and fat monk's protective magic weapon and body.

"Ah! Our magic weapon!"

The short and fat monk fell to the ground, covering his wound.

He curled up into a ball with a look of pain on his face, and could only silently practice his skills to repair his body.

Seeing this, the few cultivators who had been clamoring before realized that Ye Tian’s strength was far beyond their imagination.

"I, what should we do?"

A monk asked.

"I don't fucking know!"

Another monk replied. (End of this chapter)