Great Immortal With Boundless Mana

Chapter 12: Purple Turo Flower

Gao Xian looked at Old Wang's arrogant face and felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Just now, Old Wang suddenly reached out, and Gao Xian almost activated the Ice Arrow Art. At this distance, Old Wang would probably be pierced through by the Ice Cone.

He adjusted his emotions and exhaled slowly, saying, "First bring the spirit stones."

Old Wang stared at Gao Xian fiercely and shouted, "Didn't we agree that I risked my life to help you obtain the Purple Turo Flower, and you would give me the Deer Horn Powder?"

"What, do you want to go back on your word?"

As he spoke, he already gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it and attack.

"We made it clear earlier. If you bring the Purple Turo Flower, I will only sell the Deer Horn Powder to you."

Gao Xian didn't want Old Wang to turn hostile, but he couldn't back down either.

Having been in society for so many years, he knew that people like Old Wang always wanted more and would take advantage whenever possible. The more he retreated, the more arrogant and fierce Old Wang would become.

Gao Xian emphasized, "If you want the Deer Horn Powder, you can only buy it with spirit stones."

"Kid," Old Wang impatiently said, "Don't force me to take action!"

He glanced at Gao Xian threateningly and said, "With your limited skills, I can easily cut off your head with one sword!"

"My master is a guest elder of the Lianyun Sect, and the shopkeeper at the pharmacy is my martial uncle. Don't mess around."

Gao Xian slowly retreated. He understood that people like Old Wang were always looking for opportunities and would become aggressive at the slightest benefit.

He had to be cautious because the other party might actually attack.

Reminded by Gao Xian, Old Wang also calmed down a bit. He snorted, "Your talk is useless. I absolutely won't give you the Purple Turo Flower for free!"

"Fine, these Purple Turo Flowers are worth ten Deer Horn Powders."

Gao Xian didn't want to argue with him. Once he refined the Charm Powder, he wouldn't have to fear Old Wang anymore.

Let him have his way today.

Old Wang's eyes flickered. "No, twenty Deer Horn Powders!"

"In that case, forget it."

Gao Xian took two steps back and waved his hand, indicating for Old Wang to leave with the Purple Turo Flower.

Seeing Gao Xian's determination, Old Wang could only reluctantly agree.

He spent two more spirit stones to buy twenty Deer Horn Powders.

When leaving, Old Wang specifically warned Gao Xian not to sell the Deer Horn Powders to anyone else.

After this confrontation, Gao Xian further realized the danger of Old Wang.

As soon as Old Wang left, he quickly lit a fire and started refining the Charm Powder.

Using the Wind and Moon Mirror, Gao Xian elevated the Charm Powder to the level of a master. Combined with his previous experience in alchemy, he was able to refine the Charm Powder in less than a day.

A large handful of fine powder, almost transparent and emitting a faint fragrance.

Gao Xian used a small gourd that he had prepared long ago to store all the Charm Powder, tightly sealing the gourd to contain the effects of the Charm Powder.

He had just taken a White Dew Pill earlier to guard against poisoning.

The White Dew Pill couldn't directly detoxify, but it could protect the mind, ward off evil, and condense qi. Although it wasn't a specific antidote, it was more than enough to resist the low-level effects of the Charm Powder.

However, just now, he had caught a faint whiff of the medicinal fragrance, and his vision had spun, almost fainting on the spot.

The master-level Charm Powder had an unexpectedly strong effect.

Gao Xian felt a bit troubled. This substance had no antidote, and he had to be extremely careful when using it. He didn't want to accidentally intoxicate others and end up incapacitating himself. That would be too ridiculous.

Now it seemed that using Charm Powder for self-defense was not a wise choice.

He needed to come up with a more reliable and secure self-defense method.

Gao Xian took out the Wind and Moon Mirror, and the front-facing data had all slightly increased.

The Ice Arrow Art and Flame Blast had both reached the level of mastery.

However, according to Old Wang's words, these spells operated too slowly and were difficult to unleash their full power in battle.

Old Wang's character is not good. He is a frequent hunter in the mountains, an experienced fighter. There is no need to deceive him.

Gao Xian also feels a bit uneasy. The two spells seem to have good power, but can they hit people when used? And if they hit, how much damage can they cause?

He has no foundation at all.

Old Wang also said that swords are more useful!

Gao Xian glanced at the pine-patterned long sword inserted by the bed. With his mediocre swordsmanship, he would die even faster if he fought with it.

The super high speed of the Electric Dragon Hand is helpful for swordsmanship, but it does not provide substantial improvement.

"Oh, right..."

Gao Xian suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a certain sect leader who castrated himself while wielding a sword. He practiced an unparalleled sword technique and, in order to take advantage of his speed, he simply switched to using embroidery needles.

His Electric Dragon Hand doesn't have much advantage when using a sword, but it should be simple to shoot needles with it.

Gao Xian had seen some videos of needle shooting, where they were shot by flicking the fingers, relying solely on the strength of the wrist. At that time, he thought it was quite magical.

With his Electric Dragon Hand, it would be very easy to do this.

Thinking of this, Gao Xian became excited.

He packed his things, took a few talismans with him, and left the pine-patterned long sword on the bed.

The bed is a versatile wide belt that can be used to hang various items. The sword is hung on the bed using a sword hook.

The sword hook is a hook embedded in the scabbard. This way of wearing a sword is more stable and easier to draw.

Although Gao Xian is not good at using a sword, wearing a sword represents a strong posture, which can deter others and avoid trouble.

In his left hand inside his sleeve, Gao Xian held a golden body talisman. Feeling well-prepared, he finally set out.

He had been here for a while, and the farthest place Gao Xian had been to was Old Wang's house next door.

Leaving home, Gao Xian walked slowly along the dirt road.

The houses on both sides were not uniformly planned, and the houses made of bricks, stones, or yellow soil all looked very casual. The courtyard walls were also of various styles, appearing exceptionally messy.

The roadside was filled with firewood, bricks, and other miscellaneous items, as well as countless kinds of garbage scattered everywhere, attracting a large number of mosquitoes and flies.

Gao Xian was not unfamiliar with this scene. It was like this in his hometown in the countryside, but it was even messier and dirtier here.

Along the way, he encountered several cultivators, and everyone kept a certain distance cautiously. However, there were two female cultivators who were very curious and carefully examined Gao Xian. The flickering gaze showed a strong interest in him.

This was treatment that Gao Xian had never experienced in his previous life. He was used to being ignored as a passerby, so it was his wildest dream to attract the interest of beautiful women just by walking on the road.

This made Gao Xian feel very good, so he gained some confidence and relaxed a bit.

Following the route in his memory, Gao Xian arrived at the bustling central street of Feima Market.

This long street divided Feima Market into two parts, and almost all the shops were located on this street.

There were grain shops, clothing shops, medicine shops, liquor shops, weapon shops, grocery stores, and so on. The shops on this street covered all the needs of the cultivators in Feima Market.

In addition, there were also many cultivators setting up stalls along the street, selling items such as animal skins, meat, and low-grade magical tools.

People were coming and going on the long street, and various shouts and conversations mixed together, making it lively.

This kind of scene made Gao Xian truly relax.

In broad daylight, with so many people around, it seemed that no one would dare to cause trouble.

No one approached Gao Xian to chat either. The unfamiliar cultivators instinctively kept a distance of five or six feet.

What really made Gao Xian uncomfortable were those cultivators who set up stalls. They all had greasy faces and bowed and fawned. They looked like small vendors and completely lacked the demeanor of cultivators.

As long as he stayed for a moment, the stall-owning cultivators would immediately come over and enthusiastically introduce their goods.

The attentive attitude of the waiters at Hai Di Lao, comparable to that of the stall-owning cultivators, made Gao Xian even more uneasy. He could only quicken his pace and leave.

Gao Xian saw the most magnificent medicine shop located in the center from a distance. There was a shiny signboard hanging at the entrance, and a neatly dressed shop assistant was loudly attracting customers.

He didn't want to run into Zhu, the shopkeeper, or see Qi Niang.

Quietly sneaking into a nearby grocery store, Gao Xian spent a few pieces of silver to buy dozens of thick steel needles.

These ordinary household sewing needles were not valuable. It was only in a semi-closed area like Feima Market that they could be sold at such a high price.

Successfully returning home, Gao Xian held a two-inch-long sewing needle between his middle finger and thumb. He said excitedly to himself, "Whether it works or not depends on this..."

(End of this chapter)