Chapter 100: Abundant Harvest Of Third Calamity Magic Tools
Fang Shu looked at Qian Shan, which seemed like a pill furnace about to explode, feeling both suspicion and relief in his heart.
He thought to himself: “With such a huge disturbance, it’s unlikely anyone could free up their hands to investigate me.”
Whether it was the other mines around or the marketplace side, the most urgent matter for them right now was suppressing the rioting miners and mine slaves on Qian Shan.
Amid his tense mind, Fang Shu considered for a moment, confirmed he had left no traces here, then immediately concealed his figure and slipped into the shadows, leaving without a trace.
However, the riot that nearly engulfed the entire Qian Shan still had some impact on him.
After leaving the Cao family mine, Fang Shu abandoned his long-planned hiding spot—the Metal and Stone poison cavern—and instead took a certain risk, heading toward Gu Ling Town.
Continuing to stay in Qian Shan, no matter how hidden he was, with the many methods of the immortal cultivators, he might still be dug out.
Moreover, once Qian Shan was sealed off, even if he wanted to leave then, he would have no chance.
In comparison, once he returned to the marketplace, even if someone really came looking and the matter was exposed, the marketplace had Du Gu Guan to protect him.
Besides, he, Fang Shu, hadn’t done anything major tonight; he had merely killed a harmful mine owner and some monsters.
The riot in the mine was clearly caused by the miners and mine slaves being repeatedly oppressed on a daily basis.
Traveling through the night, even with Fang Shu’s current methods, he still felt somewhat nervous.
Once he was far enough from the Qian Shan Mine and approaching Gu Ling Town, he turned direction and headed straight to another place.
That place was the monster market operated by the Mushroom Treasure Mountain Lord.
Returning to town at night, if seen by someone with intentions, would be extremely abnormal and might lead to him being directly stopped; such a shallow move, Fang Shu naturally wouldn’t do.
The monster market, on the other hand, was a mix of fish and dragons with a large crowd, the perfect place to settle down for a while.
After successfully arriving at the monster market, Fang Shu let out half a breath of relief.
He strolled casually through the stalls without any unusual behavior and, taking advantage of no one reacting yet, quickly exchanged all his talisman money and miscellaneous items for spirit stones.
Once all the miscellaneous matters were handled, he found a place to stay in the monster market, slipped in, and rested for a while.
When Fang Shu came out again, he had already changed his appearance once more.
After wandering like this a few times, in the end, after hesitating several times, he took out the Mountain Lord’s Hairpin and entered the monster market’s official quiet room, not going out again.
At this point, he could finally breathe a bit easier.
All the various goods on him had already been dealt with; as long as he didn’t say anything himself, no one should know he was connected to the riot in the Qian Shan arena.
With some idle time, Fang Shu began seriously tallying his gains.
Soon, surprise filled his face.
The treasures obtained this time, aside from the Mushroom Treasure Medicine, storage bag, and two black tickets, included a full four jin of loose spirit stones!
Converted to “taels,” that was forty-six taels and three qian, with some fractions.
This amount of spirit stones, even without the Tai Sui treasure medicine, was likely enough for him to buy pills and treasure medicines in the marketplace, pushing his cultivation all the way to second calamity perfection in one go.
Besides these gains, Fang Shu had an extra harvest.
Buzz buzz!
He took out the Long Tongue Sword; its blade was still red as if coated in blood, trembling on its own nonstop.
There was still a heat flowing steadily inside it, ready to surge out from the sword body at any time to nourish Fang Shu’s physical body.
This was precisely because the Long Tongue Sword had devoured a large amount of precious blood from second calamity immortals and the heart blood of a crowd of small monsters; its blade had been nourished, its material was refining itself, and it was already stuffed full.
But Fang Shu did not absorb its qi and blood; instead, he infused his own qi and blood into the sword body, silently nurturing it.
Since this sword was full and satisfied, it was time to boost its power and see if it could condense a few more secret scripts within, advancing to a third calamity magic tool in one go!
With this sacrifice and refinement, Fang Shu continued until dawn.
When he emerged from the quiet room again, his two eyes under the bamboo hat showed calm laced with joy.
Yesterday’s sacrifice and refinement had no mishaps; at most, it had extra cost a few taels of spirit stones as snacks for the Long Tongue Sword.
Now, the Tongue Sword had three restrictions condensed on it, having clearly stepped into the realm of a third calamity magic tool!
Unfortunately, last night, with ample resources in hand, Fang Shu got carried away and tried to spend more spirit stones to nurture the third calamity Long Tongue Sword even further.
But for this one sword, third calamity was its peak; continuing to nurture and sacrifice refine it would be costly with minimal gains, so he could only sigh and stop.
This left Fang Shu thinking to himself: “This magic came from the immortal sect. I wonder if the immortal sect has advancement sacrifice and refinement methods…”
This sword was his first magic, had accompanied him for a long time, and was very useful; he truly had some feelings for it.
Though there was regret in his heart, Fang Shu’s inner joy still brimmed.
Upon returning to Gu Ling Town, with swift and decisive actions, he quickly took out the two black tickets from the Bei Demon.
The items hidden in these two black tickets included talisman money, spirit stones, magic, and several bottles of processed medicinal herbs, seemingly secretly refined using the Tai Sui treasure medicine as material.
Fang Shu unceremoniously processed these things and swept them all clean, changed his appearance a few times, and retreated into Du Gu Guan.
Back at Du Gu Guan, he didn’t alert anyone and directly entered a quiet room, hanging up a sign for long-term seclusion.
For this return to the dojo for seclusion, he planned not only to fully complete his remaining second calamity cultivation, but also to break through and undergo tribulation, refining himself into a third calamity immortal in one go!
This way, when he emerged from seclusion, even if he had left some unimaginable traces on Qian Shan and the immortal cultivators came knocking, with his third calamity cultivation before age eighteen, the big matter would become a small one.
As for if someone came looking during his seclusion, as a dojo disciple and an elite in a critical moment, as long as the Dojo Master wasn’t dead, no one could disturb him.
With all these considerations.
Fang Shu felt he had thought through all the follow-ups to the Qian Shan incident comprehensively, with no oversights.
Thus, he completely let go of distracting thoughts and immersed himself wholeheartedly in cultivation.
………………
At the same time.
In the Qian Shan Mine, after fermenting for a night.
The riot that exploded across the entire large minefield was suppressed by force and appeased by the mine owners, without causing too severe consequences.
But the mine owners’ faces all looked unsightly.
Because overnight, not only had their mines’ goods suffered losses, several mine tunnels in each had been blown down, and in the coming years, the chance of riots in the mines would be more than ten times higher than before.
The reason was simple: these mud-legged folk had tasted the sweetness, and as long as this batch didn’t die out, the riot’s influence would spread like sparks, impossible to fully extinguish.
However, compared to the horrific scene in the Cao family mine, these mine owners all showed chagrin and endless relief.
Because overnight.
Over a hundred large and small monsters in the Cao family mine, regardless of type or gender, had all been slaughtered clean by the miners and mine slaves; even the Bei Demon’s corpse bones in the medicine storehouse had been dragged out by bold miners and exposed in the minefield.
By daytime, when people from the marketplace arrived, the riot in the Cao family mine had already been quelled.
What everyone saw was this group of miners and mine slaves lighting fires, sitting around in the minefield, calmly roasting those monster corpses and devouring them in big bites.
This scene, for fellow human immortal cultivators, was nothing much, just a sense that beneath this calm lurked turbulent waves not to be lightly touched.
But for the other monsters on the mountain, it nearly scared them to death, each one trembling with fear.
These domineering monster foremen finally remembered that here, they weren’t even considered people.
In the calm, the marketplace and mine owners finally thought to investigate the source of the disturbance.
But last night’s chaos was too disorderly, with many deaths and injuries on the mountain, plenty of malicious retaliation, and even more escapees.
Last night they couldn’t spare hands, short on manpower; now that they could, there were no clues, only the cave full of white bones discovered…
On Qian Shan.
Besides people from the marketplace coming.
The thick bloody stench lingering for a whole night atop the mountaintop also attracted an uninvited guest.
The other party was just passing by, but upon sensing the aura on Qian Shan, a pale face showed delight:
“So much death and resentment qi, and not from the mortal world—rare indeed, perfect for refining qi.”
That person rode a paper sedan chair, face ashen as paper with rouged cheeks, carried front and back by two walking skeletons, and immediately wobbled toward Qian Shan.
Upon approaching, the newcomer saw this was a mine under the Five Viscera Temple, and an eerie smile spread across his face.
