After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 10. Open the door and kill

The next day, Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu ran back in tattered clothes and in a daze. As soon as they came back they said, "The mountain road is long and we didn't have time to return home last night. We spent the night outside and ended up meeting with something evil. All the brothers who went there disappeared and only they two managed to escape back."

After the disciple who came to pick up the shadow puppet knew about this, he just nodded lightly and stopped asking any more questions or interfering.

The remaining servants were suddenly frightened when they saw this scene.

They once again realized the terrible fact that their own lives are worthless.

And at this moment, the new errand boy officially became an old errand boy.

A few days later, when there were not many people going down the mountain, groups of old servants came out of the hanging houses early in the morning and hurried down the mountain.

And these people hurried back in the late afternoon, with a feeling of racing against time and a long sigh of relief. There were some bulging objects around their waists or in their arms, which seemed to be weapons.

One morning, Song Yan quickly left the hanging house and headed for the market at the foot of the mountain.

Although the journey was a bit long, it was smooth.

According to the disciple who taught him the skills, this market town was a low-level market town.

However, although it is low-level, it looks quite decent.

The wooden stilt houses, carts and stalls form a large market that looks like a corner of a downtown town.

There were many people selling goods, shouting out their wares. Weapons, hidden weapons, poisons, and martial arts secrets were the most popular items.

Many of these vendors were shouting, "If you don't need Xiuxuan's stuff, come here and exchange it for something good. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Some of the vendors sat in the building with their heads lowered, not shouting or talking, as if they were taking a nap with their eyes closed. On the table in front of them was a small jade plate with a vertical sign next to it, which read: Use the jade plate to pay.

Song Yan went straight to the attic, saw the vertical sign, and took out the jade sign and swiped it.

With this swipe, something mysterious happened.

Lines of information emerged in his mind.

It was obvious that these silent people were the official disciples of the Demon Sect. They must be good goods, so they came to this low-level market to set up stalls.

But even so, for Song Yan, it was still a bit like the novelty of Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Finished shadow puppets, paper figurines, poison talismans, miraculous medicines, flying swords, and even magic spells are all for sale.

The shadow puppets made in the leather workshop are just the initial "shapes".

These "shapes" were taken away by the formal disciples, and it would take time to refine them before they could be turned into usable shadow puppets.

The damage rate is very high, even far exceeding that of talismans, so there is a great demand for shadow puppets and the leather-making workshop needs so many menial disciples.

And in the miraculous medicine, Song Yanzhen saw the "crazy fan" that Qi Yao had mentioned before.

[Infatuation Powder], burn hair or dandruff into powder, mix it into powder, let the target smell it, and the other party will fall in love with you; the weaker the target is, the less powder is needed, and one bottle can be used up to five times; it has limited effect on cultivators at the Xuan level, selling price: 5 contribution points.

As for spells, they are marked afterwards.

Some have one mark, some have two.

One of them is "This spell is not exclusive to the Puppet Palace, but was obtained from outside."

The two items have additional comments such as "has been practiced, can be used", "has not been practiced, but judging from a cursory glance, should be usable", "is okay for beginners", and "is incomplete, I don't know if it can be practiced".

Song Yan's eyes quickly scanned and explored the magic series of products.

He had to find spells that could conceal his aura, or spells that could attack. Otherwise, his first level of Xuan cultivation would be just an empty realm, but he would not be able to fully display his abilities.

He searched house by house and soon found two spells that he liked.

[Qi Gathering Technique], a mysterious spell, a popular spell, has not been practiced but can definitely be used, price: 49 contribution points.

[Qijianshu], a mysterious spell, a popular spell, has not been practiced but can definitely be used, price: 39 contribution points.

Obviously, these two spells are very common spells, and are no secret in the world of cultivation. However, practicing spells also takes time and energy, and few cultivators will spend time practicing these two spells.

former.
You are already in the sect and there is no time for you to show your abilities. What is the point of holding back your energy?
He is not some great cultivator, so what’s the point of restraining his energy?
the latter.
I think it is an extremely common and basic offensive spell.

This can be figured out by imagination alone.

The mysterious energy is stored in the body, gathered, and radiated from the inside out. Isn't this similar to the "Six Meridians Divine Sword"?

But the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" is just a martial arts technique, and it is the most basic power in the world of cultivation.

If you have any other choice, who practices this?

However, even though these two spells are common spells, Song Yan cannot afford them.

This kind of magic is not something a servant can afford.

Song Yan glanced at the two spells, then turned and left, went to the mortal stall, spent 1 contribution point in exchange for some things that the bandits sold.

Three bottles of "Guben Ginseng Pills" for replenishing vitality, a bottle of top-grade aphrodisiac "Changshui Qingfeng", and a sharp dagger that can be called a magic weapon in the eyes of ordinary people.

These three things are obviously extraordinary in the martial arts world, but here they can be exchanged for only 1 contribution point. That day, he hurried back to the mountain in the afternoon.

But Sheng Dazhu came over with a smile, clapping his hands and shouting, "Brother Song, what did you buy?"

Song Yan shook the bottle in his hand and said, "I bought some Guben Ginseng Pills."

When these words were spoken, the few “qualified people” among the servants were stunned.

Everyone relies on dual cultivation to practice Xuan, why are you still doing maintenance? Is it worth it?
Sheng Dazhu glanced at the bottle. Of course he knew the "Guben Shendan", so he smiled and said, "Brother Song is really a good person."

Song Yan said: "Yes, sometimes I think I am very good."

Sheng Dazhu ignored him.

He turned around with a mocking smile on his lips.

Originally, he wanted to eliminate this competitor. After all, they were both "qualified people of the same period", and who knew if there would be competition in the future?
To prevent accidents, it is better to remove them in advance.

But now it seems that this kind of person is not worth his effort at all.

Just a piece of trash.

He has his younger brothers at the foot of the mountain. If he kills this opponent, he will have plenty of opportunities in the future.

However, the other two named Qi Yao and Xu Changjun don’t seem to be so easy to deal with.

Sheng Dazhu frowned, a hint of obscure thought flashed across his eyes, but in an instant he smiled again.

into the night.

Qiu Lianyue, who had been guarding the first half of the night, retreated, and Song Yan fed her a pill of "Guben Shendan".

This kind of panacea in the world is really useful for mortals.

Miss Qiu felt warm inside, relaxed, and sleepy. She was really touched. After all, businessmen valued profits over separation, so who cared about feelings? So, even if Song Yan didn't care about her at all, she wouldn't feel strange.

However, Song Yan actually did what he said and spent his contribution points to buy this for her.

"Brother Song, thank you."

Miss Qiu pulled up the quilt, and looked at the young man through the twisted red light that came through the gap. For the first time, she felt a little relaxed in her heart.

"Go to sleep."

Song Yandao.

Miss Qiu nodded.

After an incense stick of time, her breathing became even.

Song Yan walked down the stairs and came to the bedside. He took out a drug called "Eternal Sleep Breeze" from his arms, uncorked it, and shook it in front of Qiu Lianyue's nose.

The colorless and odorless gas escaped, like a gentle breeze blowing over the body, and entered Qiu Lianyue's body along with her even breathing.

She slept even more deeply.

Then, Song Yan took the dagger, took off the clothes that were stained with his scent, placed them behind the door, then suddenly opened the door and rushed into the strange red fog outside the door like a ghost.

There are countless ghosts in the bloody fog. They will pounce on any living thing they see and try to take over its body.

But they didn't care about Song Yan at all, just because Song Yan was a ghost spirit.

Song Yan glanced around. There was no one on the isolated cliff that was bustling during the day. His eyes fell on the suspended house of Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu in the distance.

"After a few days, when the new servants arrive, we will make another move. Once we have accumulated enough contribution points and become official disciples, we will be able to go to a better place."

"What about Song Yan, Qi Yao, and Xu Changjun?"

"When they come down the mountain one day, we will follow them and then let our brothers kill them directly.

I understand that tests are conducted in batches, and the fewer competitors in the same batch, the more room we have to choose from later."

"Oh, it's their bad luck to meet us."

Wen Erniu smiled playfully.

Suddenly, she heard a violent and abrupt "clang" sound coming from high above.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?"

But the only answer she got was a cry of pain.

In the distorted red light, the grand pillar sitting high up seemed to be hit by something terrible, and fell straight down in a dog-eating-shit posture, and the door was actually wide open! !
There was a rustling sound coming from the bloody fog outside the door. Skin, bones, remains and ghosts rushed in greedily, while a deep ghost silhouette stood quietly in front of the door, forming a sharp contrast with the many ghosts rushing in.

"Do not!!!"

(End of this chapter)