Chapter 3 Landslide

After making the top-grade Magic Figures, Lu Ping, who was exhilarated, kept trying to make them in the next month. Unfortunately, he only succeeded twice, but his success rate of making high-grade and medium-grade Magic Figures increased greatly.

Early in the morning at the end of the month, Lu Ping walked to the market outside the academy with a package full of Magic Figures.

The Grand Competition was around the corner, so the market was very lively. Some cultivators of Foundation Building were flying through the sky, attracting envious looks.

Lu Ping handed in a spiritual stone, found a place in the market, put on the mask he took from the management cultivator, and opened his package. There were thirty-six low-grade Magic Figures and thirty-six medium-grade Magic Figures. The six high-grade Magic Figures were placed on top of them. They could be used as auxiliaries and in powerful attacks and defenses. In fact, Lu Ping didn't want to sell them.

As soon as Lu Ping took his Magic Figures out, others were attracted. Soon, a green-robed cultivator came to ask the price.

"One spiritual stone for three low-grade Magic Figures, one spiritual stone for one medium-grade Magic Figure, and three spiritual stones for one high-grade Magic Figure," Lu Ping answered in a cold voice.

Since a middle-aged cultivator who made Magic Figures he had met in the market disappeared two years ago, Lu Ping had been cautious in the market.

That cultivator was an expert in making Magic Figures, and had reached the eighth level of Blood Refining. He was famous among cultivators of Blood Refining and sometimes gave advice to Lu Ping. Unfortunately, he had a slip of the tongue after making the top-grade Magic Figures. Then Lu Ping didn't see him again, and his family couldn't find him no matter how hard they tried.

After Lu Ping reached the seventh level of Blood Refining, he believed that his ability to make Magic Figure had surpassed that of the missing cultivator, so he was naturally more concerned about his own safety.

The green-robed cultivator who inquired about the price gave a wry smile and said, "Sir, they are a bit expensive, aren't they?"

Lu Ping still said coldly, "They are more powerful than other Magic Figures of the same level."

After hearing the words, the green-robed cultivator picked up a medium-grade Magic Figure. Feeling the spiritual strength in it, he said, "You are telling the truth." After finishing speaking, he wanted to say something else, but seeing Lu Ping's cold face, he shook his head and said, "Give me one medium-grade Vajra Magic Figure, one Golden Sword Magic Figure and one Blast Wind Magic Figure, and three low-grade each of them."

"It's six low-grade spiritual stones," Lu Ping was delighted. It was a good beginning, but he still said coldly.

The green-robed cultivator reluctantly took out six spiritual stones, and then took the twelve Magic Figures that Lu Ping handed to him. He turned to leave, but suddenly turned around, gritted his teeth, and said, "Give me one high-grade Ice Stabbing Magic Figure! My allowance of this month is all yours," He was like making a very hard decision.

Lu Ping got nine spiritual stones at once. Naturally, he was happy.

After the green-robed cultivator left, other cultivators came to Lu Ping one after another. Lu Ping was very excited as he watched the increasing spiritual stones in his pocket, but he still maintained a cold face.

Among them, there were many disciples from the other academy whom Lu Ping knew. Even the first disciple Yao Yong and the fourth disciple Shi Lingling of his team bought a high-grade Magic Figure, four medium-grade Magic Figures and several low-grade Magic Figures from him. Lu Ping was surprised. He thought that his allowance was already very high. After all, he was already in the late stage of Blood Refining. However, it could not compare with that of his seniors who had reached the eighth and ninth levels of Blood Refining. Moreover, it was said that the two were born well, and their backgrounds were much better than those of ordinary disciples like him.

In just one morning, Lu Ping got sixty-six low-grade spiritual stones, which was a fortune that he had never had before. He bought yellow spell papers and spiritual ink needed for making Magic Figures with ten spiritual stones, and saved the remaining fifty or so spiritual stones for the Grand Competition.

Lu Ping came to a garret in the center of the market, Treasure Attic. He had never been here before, because his cultivation was not high enough! The lowest-grade weapons here were magic weapons that could barely be activated only by cultivators at the late stage of Blood Refining. The customers here were often cultivators at the Blood Dissolving stage.

Lu Ping entered Treasure Attic with apprehension, and an old man greeted him with a smile and said, "Sir, welcome to our pavilion, what can I get for you?"

Lu Ping calmed down and bowed to the old man, and said, "I want to buy an attack magic weapon. This is the first time I came to your pavilion. I don't know what you have here, so please recommend one to me."

It was not that Lu Ping was superficial and timid but that he really didn’t know much about weapons. Treasure Attic had an outstanding reputation, and even cultivators of Blood Refining like him had heard of it. Therefore, he asked the old man for advice frankly. If he pretended to understand weapons, he might offend the old man and make a fool of himself.

Hearing this, the old man smiled. He was obviously quite satisfied with Lu Ping's attitude, and said, "Sir, this way, please!"

Lu Ping followed the old man to the side of the first floor. This was obviously the place where the low-grade magic weapons were placed. From them, the old man picked out three magic weapons, one sword, one seal, and one fan, and he said, "These three weapons are all considered good among them." After that, he looked at Lu Ping, and said, "You have a solid foundation, and when you urge them, you wouldn't have a lack of power like other cultivators who are at the seventh level of Blood Refining."

When the old man looked at him, Lu Ping felt a chill from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, as if he had been seen through by the old man. Was this Divine Mentality Coercion that cultivators at the Blood Dissolving stage could possess? Lu Ping was more cautious. He said respectfully, "Senior, please introduce them to me!"

The old man gave a "hmm" and nodded, "This sword is called 'Speedy Electricity'. It's the weakest among the three magic weapons, but it has the highest attack speed. It is flexible and changeable. Comparing with the other two, it needs the smallest power. This seal is called 'Landslide' which is the most powerful among them and it demands the largest power."

After that, he took a look at Lu Ping and then said, "With your current spiritual strength, you could use them. The third magic weapon is called "Flame Fan" which can spray out a burst of spiritual fire to injure enemies. Its quality lies between the two. Which of them do you like best?"

Lu Ping thought, "I can only barely drive them. I don't care if they are flexible and changeable. All I need is that they could help me injure enemies with a single blow, so this mountain-shaped magic weapon is enough."

The old man looked at Lu Ping with a smile. Seeing that Lu Ping had come out of his trance, he knew that he had decided, so he asked, "Which of them do you want?"

Lu Ping said, "Senior, thank you for your advice. I've already decided. I want this 'Landslide'. How much is it?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You have a good eye for weapons. This 'landslide' is enough for you even when you reach the middle stage of Foundation Building. You came to our pavilion for the first time, so I will give you a 10% discount. Forty-five spiritual stones will do."

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment. Although it was the first time he bought a magic weapon, it didn't mean that he had no idea about the price. An ordinary low-grade magic weapon cost only about thirty spiritual stones. This was the first time Lu Ping saw a magic weapon that cost fifty spiritual stones. Looking at the old man's frank look, and recalling other cultivators' good opinions of Treasure Attic, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll buy it!"