Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Wei Hong's life has returned to peace!

After moving into Fangshi, his safety was greatly guaranteed.

In this way, Wei Hong's daily life became very regular.

During the day, I draw talismans in the talisman making workshop, and leave the workshop before evening to return to the rented house.

Or go to the market, or occasionally sit down with a few neighbors to exchange experiences.

He has long been acquainted with several of his neighbors, and he also knows a little bit about the details of those people.

He Yu, who lives on his left, is an alchemy apprentice in the alchemy workshop, and his identity is very similar to Wei Hong.

Several other people are either Lingzhifu or leatherworkers. In short, they all have good jobs, and their identities are roughly similar.

In this way, there is naturally no hierarchy between these people, and Wei Hong is quite familiar with them.

And those neighbors later returned gifts worth about the same as the Water Shield Talisman, which made him feel quite worthy.

Although the ordinary life is boring, Wei Hong enjoys it.

The only shortcoming he felt was that the accumulation of spiritual stones was too slow.

"Even though I have become a talisman painter in the workshop, I still can't save many spiritual stones. How can I live this life?"

Wei Hong shook his head in distress in the house.

It had been two months since he moved into Fangshi.

Two months to come!

Wei Hong accumulated dozens more spiritual stones by constantly drawing talismans.

It seems like a lot, but it is not spent at all.

"I have to buy magic weapons, magic robes, and elixirs. These spiritual stones are really a drop in the bucket! I have to bear with the occasional taste of spiritual rice and monster meat!"

Wei Hong sighed sadly.

Now that he has successfully established himself in Qingyun Shanfang City, and can earn a lot of spiritual stones by drawing talismans every month, he naturally wants to buy something that can enhance his combat power or enhance his ability to save his life.

For example, magic weapons, magic robes, and elixir talismans!

These are all things he really wants to get.

It's a pity that with the dozens of spiritual stones he has accumulated, it would be good to buy one or two.

"Let's go to the market first. We can't afford to go to Zhenbao Pavilion for the time being!"

Taking all the spiritual stones he had accumulated, Wei Hong went straight to the market.

This time he did not change his disguise, but used his true colors openly.

He is now a talisman painter in the talisman making workshop, and spending dozens of spirit stones will no longer arouse suspicion.

Soon, after arriving at the market, Wei Hong found a stall specializing in various magical instruments and robes.

"Fellow Taoist, take a look around and let's talk if you find something you like!"

As soon as Wei Hong stood in front of the stall, the middle-aged stall owner with a goatee greeted him warmly.

Wei Hong nodded and squatted down directly in front of the stall.

This stall sells a lot of things, about a dozen magical artifacts, most of which are first-level low-grade magical artifacts, and only a few of them reach the first-order mid-grade.

Most of them are flying swords, and the rest are flying knives and flying forks.

In addition to these magical instruments, there are two old, one new and three magical robes.

Wei Hong first picked up a flying sword, looked at it, then put it down, and then picked up another flying sword.

Wei Hong flicked the sword behind him with his finger, and asked in a calm tone: "Fellow Taoist, how can I sell this flying sword?"

"Forty spiritual stones." The stall owner replied with a smile.

The corner of Wei Hong's mouth twitched: "You are too outrageous. The first-level low-grade flying sword held up thirty spirit stones, and you said forty as soon as you opened your mouth?"

"Thirty? But there is no such price. If you don't believe me, fellow Taoist, just ask. If there is anyone who sells thirty spiritual stones, I will give you this flying sword directly!"

The stall owner shook his head for a while and vowed that he would never sell it at this price.

Then, without waiting for Wei Hong to speak, he boasted: "Although my flying sword is a first-class low-grade magical weapon, it is extremely sharp. It was forged with great effort on my part. It has the sharp magic and forbidden spiritual energy." The circulation is also very smooth, fellow Taoist, you will definitely not lose money if you buy it."

"Then thirty-one spirit stones, that's enough, right?"

Wei Hong squinted his eyes and slashed.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, if you sincerely want it, you can take the thirty-eight spiritual stones!"

The middle-aged stall owner looked sincere.

"I can produce up to thirty-two spirit stones!"

"No, no, the minimum is thirty-seven!"

"Thirty-three, no more!"

"Fellow Taoist, here you are."

After some haggling, the middle-aged stall owner finally agreed to sell the Feijian to Wei Hong for thirty-four spiritual stones with a pained look on his face.

Wei Hong did not rush to pay, but picked up a brand new robe, weighed it, and asked, "How can I sell this robe?"

"Hey, fellow Taoist you are really discerning. This robe of mine not only has a defensive effect, it can also protect against fire and cold. Fifty spiritual stones are worth the price!"

Seeing that he had a second business, the middle-aged stall owner immediately began to explain it with great emotion.

"Fifty spirit stones?"

Wei Hong's eyes widened instantly.

This was completely outside his budget.

He hurriedly put down this brand-new robe, fearing that it would get damaged.

The price of fifty spiritual stones was not something he could afford, and the flying sword just now had already caused him great pain.

"What about this one?"

Wei Hong turned his eyes and pointed at the half-new robe next to him.

This is obviously a second-hand robe that someone else bought, and its appearance is a little worse than the brand-new robe next to it.

Since I can't afford a brand new robe, I can only make do with a second-hand robe.

The middle-aged stall owner rolled his eyes and replied: "If you want it, take the twenty-eight spiritual stones!"

"How dare you ask for twenty-eight spiritual stones from someone else's second-hand goods?"

Wei Hong curled his lips in disgust.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong!" The middle-aged stall owner immediately became unhappy and said angrily: "Although my robe was bought by someone else, its function has not been affected at all, and If it weren’t for a second-hand robe, you wouldn’t have thought of getting it for the price of twenty-eight spiritual stones.”

"Then what is the function of your robe?" Wei Hong asked.

"It has defensive and cleaning functions. The robe is engraved with a first-level low-grade defensive spell. It can be activated with spiritual energy, and it can also be automatically cleaned once a day!"

The middle-aged stall owner introduced him with unusual familiarity.

"That's it?" Wei Hong sneered.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Twenty spirit stones!"

"Impossible, at least twenty-seven!"

"How can something used by others be worth this price? Twenty-one at most!"

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The two had another verbal spat.

In the end, Wei Hong won the second-hand robe for twenty-three spiritual stones.

A brand new flying sword and a second-hand robe cost a total of fifty-seven spirit stones.

"Damn it, the spiritual stones I've accumulated for two months are gone again, what a waste!"

Wei Hong smiled bitterly in his heart.

Flying swords and robes are things he has always wanted to buy. For no other reason than to make himself look like an immortal cultivator instead of a handyman!

Now that he finally got his wish, even if he spent two months of accumulated spiritual stones for it, he felt it was worth it!