Casting immortality in the furnace

Chapter 36 Harvest

"Hand over all your valuables, and I might spare your life."

Fan Zhou stared directly at the tall, thin middle-aged man, taking the initiative from the other man.

Old Ding gripped the nine-section whip tightly. He glanced at the corpses of the burly man and Old Yuan, his throat bobbing with difficulty:

"Will you let me go if I hand over my valuables?"

Fan Zhou nodded emphatically and laughed, "Of course, after all, I'm not some kind of murderous monster. As long as you hand over all your valuables, I'll spare your life."

Old Ding, his expression troubled, still asked with some disbelief:

"really?"

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond," Fan Zhou said.

Old Ding remained silent for a moment, then slowly squatted down, placed the nine-section whip in his hand on the ground, and reached into his chest to take out a brocade pouch.

Fan Zhou said with satisfaction, "Very good, that's it..."

A cold glint flashed in Old Ding's eyes. He suddenly threw the brocade pouch at Fan Zhou, and a large amount of lime powder instantly exploded, obscuring his vision. At the same time, he quickly picked up his weapon, poured all his inner energy into it, and the nine-section whip immediately straightened like a spear, thrusting it towards Fan Zhou with all his might.

Fan Zhou chuckled, deflecting the attack with his wooden sword. The nine-section whip immediately veered off course, allowing him to easily dodge the blow.

Old Ding's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his eyes went vacant.

He figured that Fan Zhou had killed two people and was exhausted, which was why he used words to coerce him into giving up his valuables.

He deliberately used this tactic to lower Fan Zhou's guard, so that he could use the lime to turn the tables at the crucial moment.

But the result was completely different from what he had expected.

This kid clearly left himself some leeway.

"Then why didn't he just take action?"

He died with unanswered questions.

Fan Zhou's gaze was cold, and with a flick of his dagger, he severed his head.

Blood gushed out, and the headless corpse suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Fan Zhou's clothes were all red, and thick blood stained half of his face, dripping down his chin, making him look like a demon.

He then took out a handkerchief and slowly explained to the corpse:

"Of course, I'm afraid you'll be scared away."

After wiping his face clean, Fan Zhou carefully tidied up the bodies of the three robbers.

In particular, their belongings were all wrapped in clothes and carried back to the market.

Back home, Fan Zhou put everything on the table and began to check it off one by one.

The first thing to count was spirit sand, a total of forty-two grains!

Fan Zhou grinned so wide his mouth almost reached his ears as he collected all the spirit sand into his money pouch.

"With these spiritual sands, I will soon be able to break through to the third level of the embryonic breathing stage."

Besides the spirit sand, there were also nineteen blood centipedes, four of which were over nine inches long, and the rest were seven or eight inches long.

"Good things come in pairs. Now we have the spirit sand and the blood centipede."

Fan Zhou sighed. No wonder some people become robbers; it's much faster than working hard to earn money.

Of course, they also die quickly.

Besides the spirit sand and blood centipede, he also found several bottles of pills, mostly essence-nourishing pills, with twenty-five of them.

There were several other types of pills he didn't recognize, and he planned to go back and ask Tian Youliang about them.

Then there were the three men's weapons: two axes, a nine-section whip, nine throwing knives, and an inner armor with a ripped chest.

These items are all made from low-grade spiritual materials, and can also be sold for some spiritual sand.

The last item was a piece of silk he found on the old man surnamed Yuan, covered with densely written small characters.

Fan Zhou squinted and discovered that it was actually a spell called "Crimson Flame Flying Knife".

This technique aims to cultivate internal sword energy, absorb external fire energy, and supplement it with various energies such as dryness, heat, hardness, and purity, ultimately forging a flaming sword energy capable of melting gold and cutting through iron, with astonishing power.

Moreover, at the end of this technique, the original author wrote that if one finds a spiritual fire to refine into it after breaking through to the Qi Refining stage, its power will be even greater.

However, the original author did not explain exactly how to refine it into a spiritual fire.

"These Crimson Flame Flying Knives are quite good, but it's a pity that old man surnamed Yuan hasn't even mastered the sword energy; he's only learned a few sword control techniques. Otherwise, I would have had a real hard time dealing with him."

Fan Zhou carefully put away the silk, then picked up the bottles of unknown pills and went out to find Tian Youliang.

Tian Youliang was walking with his hands behind his back on the terraced fields, observing the growth of the rice and checking for any diseases.

"Teacher Tian, ​​I need to talk to you!"

Fan Zhou waved to him.

Tian Youliang flew down from the mountain and landed in front of him, asking with his hands behind his back:

"Why aren't you cultivating properly? What are you doing here?"

He suddenly remembered something and said seriously, "Let me make this clear from the start: if you ask me for money again, I won't lend it to you."

"Teacher Tian, ​​you've misunderstood."

Fan Zhou explained, "I just obtained several kinds of pills and would like to ask you to help me determine if they are safe to take."

He handed the bottles of medicine in his hand to Tian Youliang.

"It's fine as long as it's not a loan." Tian Youliang breathed a sigh of relief and took the porcelain bottles to examine them one by one.

"This is the Nourishing Vitality Pill, which is also a pill to replenish essence and qi, and its effect is better than the Nourishing Essence Pill."

He opened another medicine bottle, looking somewhat surprised: "This is a Marrow Cleansing Pill? Why did you buy this? Aren't you only at the Tendon Transformation Realm?"

Tian Youliang glanced at Fan Zhou, wondering what was going on, when he suddenly noticed bloodstains on Fan Zhou's hair, which looked quite fresh. His brows immediately furrowed.

"You got into a fight?"

"No," Fan Zhou shook his head, "I encountered three robbers on my way back..."

He recounted everything that happened on his way back, without hiding anything.

Tian Youliang was startled when he heard that he had been ambushed and killed, and he was even more dumbfounded when he heard that he had killed all three robbers afterward.

He stared blankly at Fan Zhou, realizing that he hardly recognized the boy he had personally brought out of the mountains.

"When did you become so amazing?"

Fan Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Probably after Master Huang taught me swordsmanship."

Tian Youliang felt a pang of sadness. Was the difference between people really that great?

When he was teaching Fan Zhou swordsmanship, he had no idea that Fan Zhou was cut out for swordsmanship.

But after Huang Yi taught him for two months, he actually became a swordsmanship genius.

Tian Youliang could only attribute the problem to himself.

He rubbed his eyes and sighed softly:

"I'll talk to Boss Qin about this later. We'll investigate all the independent cultivators around the market in the next couple of days."

"Thank you for your trouble, Master Tian," Fan Zhou said, bowing.

"You should also be careful and try to stay in the market area as much as possible. There seems to be some trouble lately," Tian Youliang advised.

Fan Zhou nodded in agreement.

Tian Youliang then examined the remaining pills for him; they were mostly poisons and healing medicines, useless for cultivation.

Of all these pills, the most useful to him were the seven Nourishing Pills that the old man surnamed Yuan possessed.

This pill is a superior-grade essence-nourishing pill, suitable for cultivators in the early stages of embryonic breathing.

The most valuable items were the two Marrow Cleansing Pills he found on the axe-wielding man. These pills were used to assist cultivators at the fourth level of the Fetal Breathing stage in their cultivation.

When Fan Zhou returned home, he put away the things he didn't need.

He then took out a grain of spiritual sand and swallowed a Nourishing Pill before going outside to begin his cultivation.

He gained a great deal this time, and his cultivation resources suddenly became abundant. He strives to convert them all into his own cultivation in a short period of time.

"I'm aiming to break through the third level of fetal breathing by the end of the month, so that my monthly period can be higher next month."

Fan Zhou was full of energy. He glanced at the Heavenly Craft Furnace inside his body. There were still fifty-five days left to forge the Yin-Yang Four Phases Sword.

"The Yin-Yang Four Symbols Sword will be forged on the fifteenth of May!"