16: The demon body transformed

This world is too vast; the life and death of one or two small Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators are utterly insignificant.

Even as mere gossip after a meal, it would only last a few days.

Zhou Kaiding had already stayed in Qianye City for over half a month.

On this day, Mo Xuan slowly awoke from his slumber, his consciousness somewhat hazy. It was just a simple rest to heal, yet it had taken so long, and there were even some unexpected changes.

Zhou Kaiding was in the midst of Cultivating. His consciousness detected Mo Xuan's awakening and he quickly stopped Cultivating.

He tentatively asked, "Brother Mo?"

His tone held some joy. After so many days, he had almost thought something had happened to Mo Xuan.

Flying out from his sleeve, he nodded towards Zhou Kaiding. Mo Xuan lazily swam about. His Physical Body was fine, and his cultivation had even improved slightly. Mo Xuan secretly nodded, feeling satisfied with himself.

"Brother Mo, has something happened?"

"Nothing, I even gained some benefits," Mo Xuan shook his head and transmitted.

Hearing this, Zhou Kaiding congratulated Mo Xuan, feeling very happy in his heart. The stronger Mo Xuan was, the safer the Zhou Family would be.

Opening the System panel, he looked at the Divine Ability column.

"Divine Ability: Demonic Body Transformation (Activates the beastly intent deep within the Bloodline, temporarily increasing Physical Body, speed, and magical power by 20%. Note: The stronger the beastly intent, the greater the increase, but there is a risk of losing control of one's consciousness.)"

"Isn't this just changing the previous berserk state from passive to active?" Mo Xuan pondered. He hadn't expected to gain a blessing in disguise from his previous injury.

Sometimes life was like this too; a loss might turn out to be a gain.

However, the surge in power came with a price. Therefore, this Divine Ability could only last for half an hour and could not be used continuously, otherwise there would be a risk of damage to the Bloodline Origin.

Damage to the Bloodline Origin would greatly reduce potential, and the cost was too great. He would have to be careful in the future.

Mo Xuan thought, feeling eager to try it out. He glanced at Zhou Kaiding, who was secretly delighted, and shook his head, thinking, 'Forget it, his strength is too weak; it's easy to lose control of the force.'

If he accidentally killed him, Mo Xuan would be utterly distraught, and all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Zhou Kaiding felt a chill run down his spine from Mo Xuan's glance, a cold sensation shooting straight to his head, making him somewhat restless. He carefully sensed around but found no abnormality.

Mo Xuan was somewhat surprised and uncertain. It was just a glance; when did this kid's spiritual sense become so sharp?

So he quickly changed the subject: "Has anything important happened these past few days?"

Hearing this, Zhou Kaiding finally put down his unease and recounted everything he had seen and heard during these days.

Mo Xuan felt some regret for missing such a wonderful drama, and also a sense of helplessness.

After discussing with Mo Xuan, Zhou Kaiding decided to leave Qianye City in another day. He had been out for quite a long time, and being away from home for so long always made him uneasy.

However, Zhou Kaiding still had one thing to do.

Mo Xuan naturally had no objections. Since there was something to do, he would just go along with it.

So he flew into his sleeve and, together with Zhou Kaiding, left the inn and headed towards the place where Magical Artifacts were sold.

After asking several shops, none had what Zhou Kaiding was looking for, which made him a little disappointed.

Mo Xuan was also helpless. 'How can you find it here? It's clearly the wrong medicine for the illness, the wrong goods for the demand.'

Zhou Kaiding, however, didn't give up and came to a shop named Treasure Artifact Pavilion. The shop wasn't very big, and its decor was a bit simple.

Stepping into the shop, all four walls were hung with Magical Artifacts: sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, yue, hooks, and forks. The shop was small, but the variety was complete. There was only one shopkeeper inside, and no attendants.

Seeing Zhou Kaiding enter, he asked, "Fellow Daoist, what do you need?"

His voice was gentle, making people immediately feel favorable towards him. His exact age was indiscernible, and he was dressed as a Scholar.

"Are there any mortal weapons for sale here?"

Zhou Kaiding scanned the area before speaking.

"Oh?"

"That's rare. I've been here for several years, and Fellow Daoist is the first to inquire about mortal weapons."

The Scholar was somewhat surprised. He saw that Zhou Kaiding had an extraordinary Aura and presumed he was a successful Cultivator, yet he inquired about mortal weapons.

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist, I am looking for something for my junior."

Zhou Kaiding smiled faintly, a bit wryly.

Hearing this, the Scholar pondered slightly, making a guess in his heart. This person was indeed well-intentioned.

"Wait a moment, I actually have a few excellent weapons here."

After saying that, he went to the back as Zhou Kaiding nodded in agreement.

Mo Xuan was slightly stunned. He actually found it.

Earlier, when Mo Xuan learned that Zhou Kaiding was looking for a mortal weapon, he almost laughed. Buying a mortal item in a city full of Cultivators was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He didn't expect to be proven wrong so quickly.

Although he called them excellent weapons, they were actually just useless items piled up in a corner. If Zhou Kaiding hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have remembered them at all.

Speaking of which, it was all tears. When he first started his business, he was fooled by others and actually spent several Spirit Stones to buy a pile of mortal items, but not a single one sold.

Several unsightly ones had long been dealt with by him, and the remaining few weapons were piled up in this corner.

He took out the several weapons from the corner, cast a ball of magical power to clean off the dust, and then brought them back into the shop.

"They're all here. Only at my place, Fellow Daoist, if you were to look elsewhere, it would be truly difficult to find."

Zhou Kaiding nodded, acknowledging it was true. He then picked up the weapons and carefully chose one.

Ultimately, Zhou Kaiding chose a long sword, forged from fine steel. The sword was three feet long, weighed over forty catties, and had an extraordinary appearance. If not for the inability to infuse Qi, it would be truly difficult to distinguish it.

Near the hilt, the characters "Canghai" were engraved.

"Canghai Sword."

Zhou Kaiding murmured, twirled the sword, and after thinking for a moment, said to the Scholar, "This is it. What is the price?"

Seeing Zhou Kaiding's obvious fondness, the Scholar's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with certainty:

"Fellow Daoist, look at this sword. Its cold light is striking, its Materials are exceptional, and its craftsmanship is superb. If the person who forged this sword didn't lack magical power, this would be a High Grade Magical Artifact!"

"I also went through countless hardships and trials to find such a treasure..."

"Hey? Fellow Daoist, don't leave! Fellow Daoist, don't rush! Fellow Daoist, please let me finish."

"Although this treasure is so rare, Fellow Daoist's sincere heart of protecting your junior is truly touching. Today, to celebrate Fellow Daoist's noble spirit, this treasure is only two, no, one Spirit Stone."

Pulling back Zhou Kaiding, who was about to leave again, the Scholar quickly changed his words, thinking, 'Is it easy for me to do business?'

Zhou Kaiding then looked at the Scholar, feeling that the sword was indeed very good. If he gave it to Ye'er, he would surely like it.

After all, what boy doesn't love swords?

So he took out a Spirit Stone from his Storage Pouch and handed it over, taking the Canghai Sword into his hand. He then asked the Scholar for a scabbard, put the sword into his Storage Pouch, and left the shop.

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat. Making money isn't shameful, the Scholar thought, finding joy in his hardship.

He made another sale today. Who should he seek out next, which Fairy? The Scholar's thoughts soared, and he began to indulge himself, his eyes gleaming, his gaze gradually turning sinister.