Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 51 Puppet Armor (Part ) (Please read!)
"Fellow Daoist Xu is a first-level mid-grade alchemist. He has some secret potions that can replenish Qi and heal injuries."

Xu Qingshe thought about it for a moment.

"It's not difficult. I now know how to refine the Wood Life Liquid, which is better than the Qi-boosting powder and Qi-recovering pills on the market."

For Fang Yi, the alchemist brought by Yang Caier was indeed an unexpected surprise, and brought many benefits to his plan of earning spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you are now a low-grade first-rank talisman master. It shouldn't be difficult for you to refine some fine-quality water-moistening talismans and wind-force talismans."

Yang Caier nodded slightly, still with doubt in her eyes.

Different from the doubts of Yang Caier, Xu Qingshe and others.

Li Qingsong's vision became brighter and brighter. Born into a merchant family and having run Duobao Pavilion for nearly ten years, he now gradually understood Fang Yi's intentions.

But he was still a little confused, so he asked.

"Brother Fang, do you want to make a name for yourself with this?"

"This combination of puppet armor, premium elixirs, and premium talismans is something that casual cultivators and even some outer disciples normally wouldn't have access to. Once they learn about it, they'll definitely flock to it. But by the time they become famous, it'll be too late."

"Tide of Beasts!"

Yang Caier suddenly understood what Fang Yi meant, but she was still a little worried.

"Will the sect investigate the matter of leaking the beast tide?"

Li Qingsong had already reacted and could not suppress the excitement in his heart. Duobao Pavilion spoke with the ability to earn spirit stones.

He also has the Zhou family's support. If he can accomplish this, it will be of great benefit. He may even be able to get a glimpse of the position of the manager of Yunzefang Duobao Pavilion.

"I won't pursue this matter any further. The beast tide has already begun to show its signs, and eighty to ninety percent of the demon beast spiritual materials in our sect's reserves have already been sold. It's pointless to try to cover it up."

Fang Yi listened to Li Qingsong's words and nodded slightly.

But this is indeed a bit slow, and we need to add more fuel.

"In that case, I'd like to trouble Dacheng to show you a few things."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, how much spirit stones are you willing to pay for a complete set of puppet battle armor?"

"Fifty spirit stones is the price of a fine low-grade magical weapon. I'll need to trouble Fellow Daoist Xu to refine the Wood Life Spirit Liquid."

"I have no problem with that. I wonder how the profits will be distributed?"

"The price is indeed reasonable. Duobao Pavilion can set up a special counter to sell this armor."

The moon was high in the sky, and under the silver moonlight, the monks in the small courtyard were having an intense conversation.

Even if everyone has friendship, they will not give in when such huge interests are involved.

Everyone knew that the profits from selling a set of spirit puppets were too huge, and only by reaching an agreement in advance could all accidents be avoided.

On the second day, everyone signed the deed together with smiles on their faces, obviously very satisfied with the negotiations.

One month later.

The Qingyun Mountains are covered with ancient trees.

A female monk with a muscular body and tight clothes is running for her life.

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One of them rolled over like a lazy donkey to avoid a wind blade behind him.

“Hoo-hoo-hoo.”

Yan Jiu's chest was heaving, he was breathing heavily, his steps were stumbling, and he looked desperate as he felt the distance between him and the demon wolf behind him was getting shorter and shorter.

"click"

Yan Jiu was exhausted and didn't pay attention, and was tripped by an ancient vine and fell to the ground.

He was only at the third level of Qi training, and the magic power in his Dantian was already exhausted. Even if he made hand gestures, he could not gather a single trace of spiritual energy.

"Pooh!"

Yan Jiu spat.

"I never thought I would be in trouble today?"

The Wind Wolf was breathing heavily, its dark blue eyes showing a hint of mockery as it looked at the prey that was gradually losing the strength to resist.

A trace of despair appeared on Yan Jiu's face, as if he smelled the fishy saliva in the mouth of the Wind Wolf.

He clenched a magical dagger in his hand. Although he knew that he was in great danger, he still wanted to make the demon wolf pay the price.

A black shadow flashed past and knocked the Wind Wolf away.

Yan Jiu's heart was pounding, and he looked at the burly man's armor with a flushed face.

He is also a monster hunter who has been hanging out in the Qingyun Mountains for many years, so he naturally knows what he is talking about.

Although the big man in front of him had a higher level of cultivation than himself, it was still his armor that could easily knock the monster away.

If he had such armor half a day ago, the outcome would be even more obvious.

Fan Dacheng's moves were skillful. Even without showing his physical skills, the armor blocked several attacks from the Gale Wolf. With a few movements of his hands, he killed this low-grade demon wolf.

Then he skillfully put away the demon corpse and spoke.

"Is this fellow Daoist okay?"

Yan Jiu swallowed a Qi-replenishing pill, and wisps of spiritual power began to grow in his dry Dantian. He then stood up with some difficulty.

His eyes were sparkling, and after thanking Fan Dacheng for saving his life, he spoke impatiently.

"Which master forged this armor, Daoist friend?"

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Fan Dacheng was stunned for a moment. According to the discussion with Fang Yi and others, they had been active in the Qingyun Mountains for nearly a month.

Some of them either saved monks, or in the eyes of other monks, he had hunted monsters with the spirit puppet armor several times.

But this is the first time I have seen a cultivator asking such direct questions about the Spirit Puppet Armor.

Seeing that the burly monk in front of him remained silent, Yan Jiu thought that this puppet armor involved his privacy.

He looked at the Spirit Puppet Armor with some reluctance.

These lines, these curves, and this hardness and power are exactly what she likes. Although it is a pity, he is not an ungrateful monk.

"I apologize for being rude, fellow Taoist, please don't be embarrassed."

Seeing this, Fan Dacheng came to his senses. These were all spiritual stones and he couldn't let them slip away from his hands, so he spoke quickly.

"This puppet armor comes from the Duobao Pavilion in Yunze Market. I heard it's a secret creation of the Xuanyang Sect."

"If you are interested, you can go and buy it yourself. After I bought this Puppet Spirit Armor, hunting monsters has become much safer and more convenient. I will take my leave now."

"Yunzefang Duobao Pavilion?"

"I'll take note of this. Brother Fan Dao, for saving my life, I will definitely repay you handsomely."

Yunzefang, Duobao Pavilion.

Li Qingsong tidied himself up and knocked on the door of a training room on the top floor.

"Is Senior Brother Zhou Yuanyi here? I have something important to discuss with you."

"Enter!"

A deep voice came from behind the door.

After Li Qingsong entered the quiet room, he carefully closed the door and bowed respectfully to the monk in brocade robes sitting on a emerald jade bed.

No wonder Li Qingsong was so cautious. The cultivator in brocade robe was named Zhou Yuanyi. Not only had he reached the eighth level of Qi training, he was also the legitimate son of a foundation-building master in Xuanyang Mountain.

His Zhou family has been rooted in the Xuanyang Sect for hundreds of years and has great influence in the Duobao Pavilion.

Li Qingsong was able to enter Duobao Pavilion because he was noticed by chance. Otherwise, how could a mere outer disciple with low cultivation level become one of the two deacons of Duobao Pavilion?

Li Qingsong bowed slightly and spoke according to what Fang Yi said.

"Brother Zhou, Senior Sister Yang Cai'er from Bingpo Peak and Senior Brother Xu Qingshe from Dan Pavilion want to consign spiritual objects here, but I can't make up my mind."

"Oh?"

Golden light flickered in Zhou Yuan's eyes, revealing a hint of sharpness. It was obviously a pupil technique of high grade.

"Junior Sister Yang?"

"And Junior Brother Xu?"

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