A few days ago, Qin Sang changed his face and became a guest of a shop as a weapon refiner, making an honest appearance in Qingyangfang City.
He often interacts with the disciples of the Qingyang Demon Sect and is very kind. He helps them repair or refine magic weapons at low prices. He chats for a while when he has nothing to do and quietly inquires about news about the Qingyang Demon Sect.
Sometimes he would give them some advice, intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be kind-hearted and caring for the younger generation.
Among them were many acquaintances they had met in Tiange Tower. They did not recognize the person in front of them as Taoist Master Qingfeng, whom they had always remembered, but they felt very friendly.
Because of this, Qin Sang is very popular.
In fact, at this time, Qin Sang, as a corpse-refining demon cultivator, had secretly contacted some people who wanted to buy corpse-refining cultivators, most of whom were Qi-refining monks.
The foundation-building monks were waiting and watching. A few zombies were not worthy of their big fanfare.
Qin Sang didn't care either. He was sincere in his dealings. He secretly contacted many people and successively sold four zombies, three of which were sold to Qingyang Demon Sect disciples.
This is normal. Most of the disciples of the Qingyang Demon Sect are richer than the casual cultivators, and their bids are very generous. The zombies made by Qin Sang are also worth this price.
At this point, eight refined corpses were taken action, and Qin Sang still had one zombie and five evil corpses in his hand.
Among these five evil corpses, there was only one evil corpse left in the middle stage of foundation building after the battle with Jiupao Taoist.
Of the fourteen remnants of the Kuiyin Sect, four were turned into evil corpses, nine were turned into zombies, and one was kept for other purposes.
A few days later, the Refined Corpse appeared again in Qingyangfang City, but this time in addition to a zombie, there was also an evil corpse. Although the strength was not very strong, it was not as good as an ordinary early-stage foundation-building monk.
But this time, the movement caused was obviously different.
After the auction, there were obviously more foundation-building monks contacting Qin Sang through the Treasure Building.
Qin Sang has always been cautious. Although his purpose is to go to the Qingyang Demon Sect, he will not be stupid enough to expose his true intention and arouse suspicion. He will win the prize to the highest bidder.
He also secretly sold an evil corpse, but unfortunately the other party was not a disciple of the Qingyang Demon Sect.
Now, Qin Sang still has three evil corpses in his hands, two of which are late-stage foundation-building evil corpses that he plans to keep for his own use, but for the important matter of forming pills, he must sell them as well.
However, the evil corpses in the later stages of foundation building were too eye-catching, and Qin Sang did not dare to take action easily.
Day by day passes.
It was less than a month before the auction started, and news suddenly came from Zhenbao Tower that a famous master from the Qingyang Demon Sect wanted to meet Qin Sang.
After receiving this news, Qin Sang's heart moved. The person he was waiting for finally arrived!
Qin Sang resisted the urge and agreed to meet this person in two days.
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In the evening of the third day.
Treasure House Quiet Room.
Qin Sang put on a black robe, walked into the Treasure Building, and was led into the quiet room by the steward. At this time, there was an elegant middle-aged man sitting inside, his face uncovered, and he was drinking tea leisurely.
Having stayed in Qingyangfang City for twenty-eight years, Qin Sang knew a thing or two about the masters of the Qingyang Demon Sect.
This person's name is Wen Yanjie, he is a master in the late stage of foundation building. It is said that he has a good reputation in the Qingyang Demon Sect and is very good at spreading wealth and caring for the younger generation. He is very skilled in the Qingyang Demon Fire.
"It turns out that it was Fellow Taoist Wen who was in front of you!"
After the steward of Zhenbao Tower left, Qin Sang pretended to have a hoarse and weathered voice and sat down in front of Wen Yanjie.
Wen Yanjie narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the tea cup, and looked at Qin Sang, "Do you recognize Wen, fellow Taoist?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me," Qin Sang laughed strangely, "Fellow Taoist Literary Master is so famous that everyone in Qingyangfang City knows it. Not only do I hear it like thunder, but my ears are about to get calloused. I didn't expect it.
Fellow Literary Taoist is also interested in refining corpses, and it seems that I can sell my evil corpses at a good price."
Wen Yanjie Shi Ran said: "Refining the corpse is just a tool, no different from a magic weapon. Wen has always been interested in things that can improve strength. As for the price it can be sold for, it depends on the quality of the Taoist friend's corpse refining.
...There is no need to take out the ones that were auctioned a few days ago."
Qin Sang knew that with Wen Yanjie's strength, it was impossible for ordinary evil corpses to be noticed by him, so he opened the corpse bag and summoned the evil corpse in the middle stage of foundation building.
"What do fellow Taoists think of this body?"
Wen Yanjie's eyes lit up, he used his consciousness, glanced at the corpse, and glanced sideways at Qin Sang, "Fellow Taoist is indeed not an ordinary person, no wonder Wen can't see through the strength of fellow Taoist! In the hands of fellow Taoist, I'm afraid there is still
Are there stronger evil corpses?"
Qin Sang asked back, "This evil corpse cannot be recognized by fellow Taoists in literature?"
"It's still too weak," Wen Yanjie shook his head, leaned forward slightly, looked at Qin Sang, and said in a low voice, "Fellow Taoist must have evil corpses from the late stage of foundation building in his hands. There is no need to hide them. Let's take them out together. Wen
All of them."
Qin Sang was definitely willing to sell, but Wen Yanjie's posture and tone contained a threatening meaning, which made Qin Sang frown secretly.
I don’t know if this person is making excuses or if he is doing it on purpose.
This person's nature may not be consistent with the rumors.
Of course he is not afraid of Wen Yanjie. His understanding of Qingyang City is as good as anyone in the Qingyang Demon Sect. The forces in Fang City are complicated and complex, and even after the decline of the Qingyang Demon Sect, it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand.
Even if you want to sell, you can't be too weak, otherwise it will make Wen Yanjie even worse and cause many twists and turns.
Qin Sang's thoughts changed, he stood up suddenly, and shouted: "What do you mean, fellow Daoist Wen, do you still want to buy and sell by force?"
Seeing Qin Sang's posture, Wen Yanjie's eyes lit up, "Wen's guess is correct. Why are fellow Taoists hesitating? There is no shortage of top-quality magic weapons in Wen's hands. Fellow Taoist, just ask the price."
Qin Sang snorted coldly, "That evil corpse is my trump card. I have to rely on it to enter the battlefield of ancient immortals. What kind of top-quality magical weapon can be as powerful as such a powerful evil corpse? Don't talk nonsense, fellow Taoist writers.
, I will pretend that I have never seen Friend Wen Dao today!"
Qin Sang put away the evil corpse and turned to leave, but Wen Yanjie dodged and stopped him.
"What do you mean, fellow Taoist scholar Literary Dao!"
Qin Sang pretended to be shocked and angry.
Wen Yanjie said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, please don't misunderstand me. Wen is doing the transaction sincerely. Let's see what this is?"
As he spoke, Wen Yanjie took out a jade box from the mustard bag, opened it, and found a small grass inside. However, this small grass was red in color. As the jade box was opened, billowing hot air was emitted, making the quiet room
The temperature inside suddenly rose.
"Pyracantha?"
Qin Sang was a little surprised when he saw this spiritual grass. He didn't expect such a harvest.
Pyracantha is one of the antidote to corpse transformation.
"Yes, it's Pyracantha."
Wen Yanjie nodded, "Fellow Taoist has made several transactions, asking for this kind of elixir. Wen guessed that fellow Taoist must have accidentally refining the corpse, causing the corpse gas and poison to enter the body... In such a hurry, I'm afraid the injury is not serious, right? Since
Fellow Taoist recognizes Pyracantha, and there is no need for Wen to elaborate on its medicinal effects. How about using this Pyracantha to kill corpses, fellow Taoist?"
This chapter has been completed!