Unrivaled in Immortality

Occupations such as refining equipment, making talismans, and refining pills are very rare in this world of cultivation. These occupations require a long period of accumulation to achieve results, and they consume a lot of resources during this period.

Ordinary people simply cannot afford the high material losses, so these people are also highly respected in the world of cultivation.

After all, who can guarantee that they will be safe after provoking an alchemist? Who knows what kind of connections this talisman maker has? Who knows for whom the equipment refiner has refined magic tools and magic treasures, and what kind of favors others owe him?

So generally speaking, people are unwilling to provoke them, on the contrary, they are extremely respectful.

Equipment refining, alchemy, and talisman making are divided into apprentices, masters, grandmasters, and great grandmasters, which are further divided into entry, small success, and great success.

If a certain stage reaches the peak, people often call it the top level, such as the top grandmaster.

In this Shiqiu City, there is a top equipment refining grandmaster.

The closer he walked to the weapon refining pavilion, the higher the temperature around him became, but there were quite a few people inside.

Wang Yong heard the noisy noise from afar.

"Hey, this magic weapon is good, it consumes less spiritual power and is quite powerful, but its shortcomings are too obvious, and it needs to rely on the earth's energy."

"Yes, take this one!"

"Okay, please go upstairs, and I'll prepare it for you."

"..."

From a distance, Wang Yong was surprised by the lively atmosphere, because it was more lively here than on the street.

When he came to the front, there were two mid-stage foundation-building cultivators guarding the door. Wang Yong was numb to this, because he had seen too many foundation-building cultivators here, but in terms of spiritual power, Wang Yong was not even as good as these two guards.

Wang Yong stepped into it, and the two ignored him, because no one dared to act wildly here, and they also played a little deterrent role, and the real role was still played by the top weapon refining master.

After entering, Wang Yong suddenly felt a cool breeze, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

He looked inside, then outside, smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting."

"You don't know, this is just the trick of Master Liu's disciples."

A voice sounded in front of Wang Yong's left. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties, who said with admiration.

"Oh, please help me solve my doubts."

"Hey."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and then continued, "I don't dare to solve my doubts. You can find out if you just ask around here, but since you said so, I can tell you."

"There is a set of cool formations arranged inside, which is specially used to block the hot air outside."

"So that's it. In order to block the hot air outside, a set of formations is specially arranged. It's really... rich." Wang Yong sighed.

"Yes! Let's stop talking, little brother. My wife is coming down." After the strong man said this, a beautiful middle-aged woman slowly walked down the stairs with the help of a maid.

Her belly was slightly bulging, obviously she was pregnant.

The strong man hurried over to meet her, and the maid stepped aside tactfully, and then the three of them left, talking and laughing.

"The city lord is really a rare good man!"

"Yes, such a good man is rare, unlike the one in my family who is always out of tune and can't be found."

"My one..."

"The city lord has been here for a long time, and now he wants a child, but he has been worried about our Shiqiu City!"

"..."

The woman on the side found a topic again and started chatting excitedly.

Wang Yong also looked at the direction where the three people left when he heard the words. He saw that under the setting sun, the shadows of the three people were stretched long. The city lord and his wife looked at the scene on the street, talking and laughing, and the little maid followed behind them with a smile on her face.

Wang Yong slowly withdrew his sight until the three figures disappeared. He did not expect that the mayor of this city would be so approachable and without any airs. From the comments of the crowd, it can be heard that the mayor has paid a lot for this city. No wonder his cultivation is only at the initial stage of foundation building.

He focused his sight on the first floor lobby again. He saw that it was extremely large, with counters selling magic tools.

From the first to the fourth grade magic tools, Mr. Lu can find the right magic tools here.

Wang Yong stopped in front of a sign that marked the manager. He saw that the manager was writing furiously, writing down all the things, and then called the servant next to him to fetch these things.

Then he looked at Wang Yong and said, "I've kept you waiting for a long time. I wonder what you need, but you didn't find a satisfactory magic tool?"

Wang Yong smiled slightly and said, "I have some spiritual materials here that I want to trade with you. I wonder if I can find a place to take a look."

"Oh? Selling things? OK."

Then the old man led Wang Yong to the second floor and entered a private room.

Although the private room was small, it was well-equipped. It was a small living place with tea, water and incense burners.

"Please wait for a moment, I will ask the treasure appraiser to come over." After saying that, the steward left the private room.

Wang Yong sat down on a stone chair and suddenly felt as if he had relieved a lot of fatigue. He stood up and carefully observed the chair, only to see that there was a faint light on it.

"This is also a magic weapon!?" Wang Yong didn't know how many times he was surprised since entering here.

Then he sat down slowly, enjoying this rare comfort.

He touched the teapot next to him with his hand, and the tea was warm.

"It's really good. It's worthy of being a refining pavilion opened by a top refining master. It shows its wealth everywhere. Of course, maybe in their eyes, these are just ordinary things." Wang Yong thought secretly.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, there was a knock on the door "bang bang... bang".

"Come in." Wang Yong said.

Then, a young man about 24 or 25 years old pushed the door open.

Wang Yong did not stand up, but nodded to him to look at the storage bag on the table.

The young man smiled slightly, and there was nothing unusual on his face. He slowly walked to the table and sat down, then picked up the storage bag on the table and checked it.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face, but it was quickly hidden.

After a quarter of an hour, the young monk put down the storage bag, then he rubbed his brows and said, "Fellow Daoist, most of these are fire-type spiritual materials. If you sell them together, the price is negotiable."

Wang Yong nodded, and then, without waiting for him to finish, he said, "I want to use these spiritual materials to ask the refiners here to repair a robe. I wonder if it is feasible."

"Oh? What robe? Take it out and let me see." The young monk did not express surprise, because he had encountered many such things in normal times.

Some asked them to refine magic tools, some asked them to repair magic tools. In short, the requests were all kinds of strange, and Wang Yong's request was naturally not worth mentioning.