Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

That was the scene when Chen Xing'an, Bai Yi, and Chen Xing'an entered the city earlier, and Chen Xing'an handed over the Black-faced Ghost trait to the green-skinned old man. Judging from the situation, it should have been given to him to refine the trait.

"But Bai Yi said it was a spiritual substance, and according to her, this spiritual substance can dissipate?"

After telling Xing Luochen about the problem, she said, "If a Daoist absorbs this trait himself, it is called a trait. But if it is used for alchemy, drawing talismans, or the like, it is just called spiritual matter."

Fu Qing nodded. The girl explained all his questions about the Daoist Master in one go. He bowed and left, but when he thought of the sun inside his body and the six runes that evolved from it, he turned back.

"Is it possible for one person to practice multiple different kinds of Taoist arts? I mean... is that even possible?"

Xing Luochen looked at Fu Qing with a puzzled expression, as if asking him why he had such thoughts.

"No, after practicing Taoist arts, the way your special qualities manifest has become fixed, and there's no way to change it."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qing felt a pang of disappointment, but he was still curious. Since he could only cultivate one path, why did the sun within his body evolve into six runes?

"I understand, teacher. This disciple will take his leave."

After kneeling to thank Xing Luochen, Fu Qing walked out of the ancient gate, which closed behind him. He went to the front hall, where Gu Shili was engrossed in reading a book on medicine.

Seeing Fu Qing leave, he stood up to see him off: "Judging from your appearance, Junior Brother Fu seems to have benefited greatly?"

"My teacher has taught me the secrets of this Daoist art in detail, and I, Fu Qing, would like to express my gratitude to Senior Brother Gu."

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After bidding farewell to Senior Brother Gu, Fu Qing walked out of the Ten Mile Pharmacy, digesting Xing Luochen's words as he went, occasionally fiddling with a leaf in his hand.

After several attempts, he realized that the leaf didn't necessarily have to be patted onto the body; it could be triggered simply by touching a part of the body. He lowered his left hand and gently patted the leaf onto his leg.

He instantly teleported two meters.

Although he could indeed use this magical technique, there was still one problem that had not been solved: the technique was not very offensive.

Thinking back to the encounter with that dark figure, Fu Qing felt a chill run down her spine. What if she encountered something strange again?

"Looks like I'll have to get some kind of weapon for self-defense." He thought to himself as he walked over to a magical weapon shop.

A clanging sound of blacksmithing came from inside. Fu Qing looked up and saw that it was a small shop, not the Yi family shop he had thought of. He stepped inside.

A wave of heat hit you from inside the shop. Behind the counter, a Taoist priest sat, picking up a piece of ore. A faint blue light emanated from his palm. The ore gradually crumbled into fragments, quickly transforming into a smaller stone that shone with a metallic luster.

He handed the stone to the blacksmith, who then threw the ore into a strangely shaped furnace, about the height of two people. On the left side of the furnace was a peculiar array. The blacksmith placed his hand on the runes, and as the runes emitted light, the fire in the furnace changed from crimson to pale blue.

"Is this the power of a spirit mechanic?" Fu Qing wondered. The Taoist priest before the altar looked up, glanced at Fu Qing, and stood up, asking, "What do you need?"

Fu Qing looked around and saw many small tools that he couldn't name, some of which were cylindrical and others resembled array plates.

Most of the items were ordinary farm tools and implements, but there were no weapons.

"Excuse me, could you forge a sword about this long, and how much would it cost?"

Fu Qing gestured with his hand, and the Taoist priest frowned, seemingly speechless at Fu Qing.

"You don't even know that weapons need to be bought from specialized shops?"

Fu Qing stood there stunned. He really didn't know anything about these things. After hurriedly apologizing, the Taoist priest pointed to a shop across the street and waved his hand angrily.

Embarrassed, Fu Qing walked out of the blacksmith shop and looked at the weapon shop. However, there was no record of anyone applying to open a weapon shop in the archives, which led Fu Qing to believe that the blacksmith shop could forge weapons.

The shop was also very old-fashioned. Fu Qing walked in and saw that the interior was very dark. In the middle was a reclining chair, and a man was sitting on the reclining chair, covering his face with a palm leaf fan. He was fast asleep.

On the surrounding walls hung weapons such as short knives and longbows. Fu Qing understood that most of the people who bought these weapons were hunters. They only needed longbows for hunting, and short knives for finishing off prey and skinning their animals.

After searching carefully for a while, he actually found an ancient-looking short sword.

The reason for choosing a short sword was that it was easy to conceal behind the waist. After making the choice, Fu Qing woke up the man on the recliner. The man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and was about thirty years old.

"Shopkeeper, how much does this short sword cost?"

The man glanced at Fu Qing, then lay back down, closed his eyes, and said slowly, "Twenty jade coins."

"So expensive..." Fu Qing was shocked. He only had three jade coins and some copper coins left, and that was after an advance payment. He still owed money to the Imperial Household Department.

"Sorry to bother you..."

He left the weapons shop dejectedly, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Sigh... I'm short of money..."

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Inside the Shili Pharmacy.

Xing Luochen stared at the lake before him, his eyes tightly closed.

A moment later, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, and it looked just like the tree that Fu Qing had seen before.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her hands forming a hand seal, and the surrounding lake water trembled violently, transforming into countless chains that tightly bound the sapling.

The sapling shook violently, trying to escape its constraints. When it could not escape, it concealed its light, and the entire tree began to become ethereal.

"Where do you think you're going?" Xing Luochen shouted. As her hand seals changed, her surroundings began to change as well. Beads of light appeared around her, and soon they filled the entire space, transforming into a tiny galaxy.

Countless stars flew towards the tree, which quickly became quiet, its leaves swaying gently, and before long, countless phantoms appeared.

The phantoms were of different ages, but all wore the same clothes. Upon closer inspection, each phantom bore a striking resemblance to Xing Luochen.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that each phantom is a star fallen into dust, a star fallen into dust of different ages.

Xing Luochen waved his hand slightly at the phantom, and the phantom merged into Xing Luochen's body. Xing Luochen's body began to slowly change, and he was actually growing.

But this change only lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. As the last phantom merged in, Xing Luochen let out a long sigh of relief.

With the help of the lake's reflection, she could see that her age had changed to twenty years old, and that her height had also increased to about 1.65 meters.

With a wave of her hand, the galaxy around her slowly dissipated, leaving only a small, dark tree, dim and lifeless, floating eerily in the air.

"Finally got it..." She stepped forward and held the sapling in her hand. At this moment, her body began to change continuously, repeating the process from girl to old woman.

She squeezed hard, and the change abruptly stopped; she still looked like a twenty-year-old girl.