Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 448 "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner"

Enter Sanxuan Immortal City.

What comes into view is a wide road that goes straight to the end. The street is bustling with pedestrians and carriages, and the noisy sound is endless.

Compared to the last time he came.

The number of people on the streets is ten times more, and most of them are monks.

When they reached the most prosperous cross street in the center of Sanxuanxian City, Li Changsheng sensed no less than ten Dao Foundation Realm auras along the way.

There are many cultivators in the Condensed Veins Realm, and most of them are followed by one or several young boys and girls who look immature.

That's why it's so lively.

This is because three months from now is the day when the mountain gate of Dan Valley will be opened once every thirty years.

The sect accepts disciples from nine major sects, including Qingyang Sect, Wandu Forest, Limo Sect, Baigu Temple which is on good terms with the three sects, Qianyuan Mountain, Xuanyin Sect, etc.

In addition, merchants in Xiancheng took the opportunity to hold various auctions, and Dan Valley released a large amount of elixirs. All these reasons combined together created such a grand scene.

However, these have nothing to do with Li Changsheng. His purpose of coming here is to obtain the spiritual weapon "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" refined by Tuotianhuo Tower.

Not long after.

Li Changsheng came to a large, magnificent four-story pavilion. He looked up at the plaque with the words "Tianhuo Tower" on it and walked forward.

Wherever he walked, the monks stepped aside and looked at the hazy figure in awe as he entered the pavilion.

Because he intentionally released a wisp of Dao Foundation Realm aura.

As soon as we entered the pavilion, a middle-aged monk who looked like a manager came to greet us warmly.

After bowing, the middle-aged steward extended his hand and asked, "Senior, please come in and have a chat."

Li Changsheng nodded slightly.

Led by the middle-aged steward, they came to a simple and quaint room on the third floor.

Wait for the servants to put down the cakes and tea and leave.

The middle-aged steward asked respectfully, "I wonder if you would like to buy a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon?"

Li Changsheng shook his head, took out the certificate of the "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" and placed it on the table.

The middle-aged manager was not surprised. He reached out and took the certificate, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then used the Tianhuo Tower identification spell. After confirming that it was correct, he bowed and said, "Senior, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he took the voucher and left the room.

Li Changsheng took a sip of tea, stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the magnificent building opposite with the words "Wanbao Tower" written on it, especially the stone lion at the door, and his eyes moved slightly.

"With a giant earth spirit demon guarding the gate, could it be that Wanbao Tower is also a sect from the foreign land?"

Thoughts arise.

Li Changsheng took out the jade book and sent a trace of his spiritual consciousness into it. All kinds of information about "Wanbao Tower" emerged in his mind.

As he understood, a look of surprise and doubt appeared in his eyes.

According to the jade book records.

Wanbaolou is not a sect, but a huge chamber of commerce that spans the upper, middle and lower reaches of the mountains.

Most of them set up Wanbao branches in areas like Dan Valley that radiate to multiple territories. They not only trade with cultivators, but also with foreign races and monsters.

Besides.

According to the Jade Book, Yuanling Zhenjun is in charge of the Wanbao Tower.

This is also what makes Li Changsheng surprised and suspicious.

It is named the True Lord, but it is not called Yuanying but Yuanling.

"Is it the name that is different? Or is it the path that is different?"

Li Changsheng's mind moved slightly, searching for information about this Yuanling Zhenjun.

But what he couldn't understand was that the records about Yuan Ling Zhenjun in the Jade Book were pitifully scarce. There were only a few sentences mentioning him, and they were specifically talking about Wan Bao Tower.

"Even if the two paths are different, it's just a realm. Why hide it?"

Li Changsheng frowned and thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure out why.

At this time.

There was a sound at the door.

Li Changsheng suppressed the thoughts in his mind and turned to look.

Then a middle-aged monk with a strong build and a smiling face walked into the room holding a foot-long jade box in his hand. He gently placed the jade box on the table and said respectfully, "Cao An greets you, senior."

"I have lived up to the trust of my predecessors. The weapon has become a mid-level product, containing thirty-six prohibitions."

Cao An described the effects of the "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" one by one.

The "Banner of Ten Thousand Corpses" is a mid-grade spiritual weapon that combines the functions of refining corpses, raising corpses, and controlling corpses. Most importantly, similar to the "Banner of Ten Thousand Souls", the more corpses it nurtures and refines, the stronger the power of the corpse evil will be, and its material will gradually transform as it nourishes or feeds Yin spiritual objects.

Once it grows to a certain size, its power will be no less than that of a magic weapon that is born and raised naturally.

Wait until Cao An finishes his story.

Li Changsheng raised his hand and took the jade box into his hand. Magic power surged in his palm, and the seal on the jade box dissipated, and it slowly opened.

A stream of light flew out from it and floated in the air.

It manifested as a banner less than a foot long.

The flagpole was as white as bone, with faint and dense patterns that made people dizzy. The flag was dark black with a hint of red, and billowing black air was surging, giving off a chilling chill.

Li Changsheng waved his hand and took it into his palm.

The "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" trembled slightly, and a sense of resistance was transmitted from within. The black energy surging on the surface of the banner turned into long snakes and swept towards his arms.

"good."

Seeing this, Li Changsheng's eyes lit up slightly. Instead of being angry, he became more satisfied. He ignored the long snake that was gathering the evil spirit of corpses, and his spiritual thoughts violently invaded the "Banner of Ten Thousand Corpses".

A void space without distinction between heaven and earth came into his mind. The space was like an egg, more than a hundred feet long and wide, and dozens of feet high. It was filled with corpse evil energy that was almost condensed into substance, and it was constantly drawing external spiritual energy to convert it into corpse evil energy. It was an excellent place to raise corpses.

Li Changsheng restrained his spiritual thoughts, and the magic power in his palm surged and exhaled, leaving a mark in the "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" and absorbing it into his body.

Cao An asked at the right moment: "Senior, are you satisfied?"

Li Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad."

A spiritual weapon like this that has a certain growth potential not only requires suitable materials, but also cannot be refined by ordinary weapon refiners. Only weapon refiners with innate spiritual flames and superb attainments in formations and prohibitions can refine it.

The cost of refining fifty spirit crystals seems very cheap nowadays.

Cao An smiled and said, "As long as you are satisfied, sir." He took out an exquisitely shaped token and handed it over. "Three months later, Tianhuo Tower will join forces with Dan Pavilion and Wanbao Tower to hold a grand auction. There may be something you need there."

Auction

Li Changsheng had no intention of doing this, but he still put it away. Then he left Tianhuo Tower with Cao An seeing him off.

He glanced at the location of the "Wanbao Tower" and blended into the crowd on the street.

After a while.

Li Changsheng came to the street on the edge of the fairy city and entered an inn called "Wuzong".

One month later.

Chaos and darkness.

The sky and the earth were dark, the wind was howling, and from time to time there were sounds of ghosts and wolves howling from the mountains that looked like tombs.

At this time.

On a plain not far from the ruins of a dilapidated city.

A shuttle-shaped ship, about ten feet long and ten feet wide, and as red as topaz, slowly emerged from the ground.

The boat's shield was retracted.

Amid dozens of awe-filled gazes, a faint ray of light shot up into the sky.

Just as everyone withdrew their gaze and were about to leave, a high-pitched chant suddenly came from the sky.

I looked up subconsciously.

But all he saw was a vague shadow of a huge beast escaping into the depths of darkness.

Three days later.

In a city made of black stone mixed with a large amount of twisted black wood, dim green phosphorous lights were burning, and the city was illuminated like a ghost cave.

Looking closer, the houses in the city were arranged in disorder, the streets were intricate, the stone-paved road was covered with a thick layer of mud and dirt, and the ditches on both sides were mostly filled with rubble and ebony, but most of the ebony was shaped like human bones, and the rubble reflected a little light.

From time to time, people in black robes hurried out of the streets in the city, like a trickle of water, slowly converging in front of an inconspicuous wooden house in the center of the city, and queuing in an orderly manner in front of the closed wooden door.

The crowd was silent, only the sound of "dong dong dong" like chopping bones could be heard from the wooden house.

I don’t know how long it’s been.

The noise in the wooden house suddenly stopped. The crowd became agitated for a moment, and then, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound, the wooden door slowly opened.

The room was dark and one could not see clearly what was going on inside.

Tread
A sound of heavy footsteps came, becoming clearer and clearer.

The black-robed man who was first in line seemed very frightened. He stepped back and bumped into the person behind him. The hood on his head slipped off, revealing a young man with a pale face, red pupils, and bruises all over his face.

He looked panicked for a moment, but when he heard a loud sound behind him like a leaky bellows, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.

Where the bruises appeared on his face, black hair with a metallic luster could be seen growing out, and his body under the black robe seemed to become more sturdy as if it were inflated.

Just as a ferocious claw covered with black scales was about to fall on the young man's inhuman face.

A sharp knife flashed, and the ferocious claws became stiff and motionless. Its owner, a head covered with fine black scales, slid to the ground with a dull thud. No blood gushed out, only flesh as dry as wood under the scales and a white spine.

Tread
Footsteps were heard, and in the eyes of the young man, a pale and thin boy, who looked no more than five feet tall, walked up to the corpse covered with black scales with a bright white butcher knife.

Followed by several muffled thuds.

The body disappeared, replaced by a pile of indescribable flesh and bones.

The young man seemed very satisfied. He put the butcher knife on his belt and waved his hand. A gust of cold wind blew the minced meat onto the huge wooden table in front of the cabin.

On top of it, there was already a pile of colorful minced meat like a small hill, and next to it, there was a huge bone stick with minced meat stuck to it.

The skinny boy walked to the wooden table, picked up a scale, turned around, and smiled shyly at the young man who had returned to his normal appearance.

A hoarse and dry voice rang out.

"Sir, how many pounds and ounces of meat do you want?"

The words fell.

The eerie and silent atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and a noisy sound like that of a vegetable market arose.

"Give me three pounds."

"I want two taels."

"Give me."

Along with it, there were also Yin crystals that fell on the wooden table like hail.

The boy's withered face flushed with red. He turned his head and looked towards the dark wooden house. His dark pupils seemed to be filled with mist. His hoarse murmur was drowned in the noise of the crowd. "Mother, I have made great progress. I will definitely be able to support you."

The young man was so busy that the scale was soon covered with a layer of oil.

The minced meat on the wooden table was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Figures in black robes gathered around the long table, holding colorful minced meat and eating it.

For a moment, besides the sound of swallowing, there were only the boy's repeated "Don't worry" and "There's still a lot".
They didn't find it.

At some point, a dark cloud covered the sky above the city.

(End of this chapter)