SWDnovel Chapter 36 Blood God's Blood Seal, Brothel Shattered Porcelain
Chapter 36 Blood God's Blood Seal, Brothel Shattered Porcelain
God-refining method?
The old man's deep eyes, hidden beneath his monkey-faced mask, narrowed slightly.
"Hehe, since you're asking about the Refining Spirit Method, little guy... it seems you're not a porcelain refiner. Want to become one?"
His hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery.
"What's so strange about not being a porcelain refiner? In this vast Tianmu City, how many people want to become porcelain refiners? One more of me won't make a difference."
Bu Che said calmly.
"That makes sense."
The monkey-faced old man felt that Bu Che's temperament was very different. It was a kind of clear foolishness, but with a confident and dignified air... very interesting.
"Yes, I have everything here... The Refining Spirit Method, you can get it as long as you can afford it."
Upon hearing this, Bu Che's eyes lit up slightly: "How much will it cost?"
"Thirty thousand silver coins for peace, and a ninth-grade spirit refining technique, which can help you open your inner vision, condense 'martial spirit', and forge the foundation of a porcelain refiner's mind."
The old man with the monkey face didn't keep them in suspense and spoke directly.
Bu Che took a deep breath. Thirty thousand silver coins... indeed an astronomical figure.
Even if he kills Tiger, he'll only get a few dozen silver coins, which is far too little.
"Excuse me, senior."
"I will come again if needed."
Bu Che clasped his hands in a fist salute.
Without any hesitation, he turned and left, carrying the cloth bundle containing ten ninth-grade ghost and god porcelain statues, heading towards the exit of the Ghost Porcelain Black Market.
The monkey-faced old man squinted as he watched Bu Che's departing figure.
"Is this a test? You're almost ready to unleash your martial intent... and you still ask me for the Divine Refining Technique."
"Strange, this child's martial arts acumen is almost taking shape, but his martial arts cultivation is only at the entry level... Whose child is this, with such a serious imbalance in his studies?"
"And... what is this kid going to do with those discarded porcelain statues of ghosts and gods? These things are considered unlucky... most of them are broken and recycled. What is this kid going to do with them?"
"With such a strong aura of evil from the Blood God's Blood Seal of the Blood Porcelain Cult tainted on him, yet he dares to wander around like this... Is he just naive and foolish, or is he simply incredibly skilled and audacious?"
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it."
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On the other side, Bu Che bid farewell to the monkey-faced old man, thus completing his purpose of entering the Ghost Porcelain Black Market.
He immediately strode toward the exit, but his posture was too conspicuous, carrying a huge package on his back, like a rich dog.
Many figures wearing straw hats and black robes looked over, their eyes filled with a restless desire.
Bu Che didn't care. When you come to the Ghost Porcelain Black Market, you have to be prepared to be watched, especially since... he was carrying such a big package.
Being targeted was inevitable, but violence was prohibited within a ten-mile radius of the Ghost Porcelain Black Market.
The monkey-faced old man was very mysterious; he even mastered spatial techniques and was definitely not an ordinary person.
He said that the ban on weapons within a ten-mile radius was definitely not unfounded.
Just as Bu Che was pondering, he passed by a burly figure who suddenly stopped and turned around to look.
Sharp eyes, like two arrows shooting out, stared at Bu Che's retreating figure as he darted into the doorway and left the black market.
"Blood God's Blood Seal..."
The burly figure narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved it lightly, as if a figure had disappeared from behind him.
He then paused, turned around, and continued walking towards the Ghost Porcelain Black Market. Soon he arrived in front of the monkey-faced old man and respectfully clasped his hands in greeting.
"Monkey King".
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In the empty passage, however, another set of footsteps echoed.
Bu Che stopped and looked back. A figure wearing a bamboo hat and black clothes was following behind him.
A classic scene from the novel has appeared!
Wealth tempts the heart, and he desires to kill and steal!
They're treating Bu Che like some rich dog!
However, Bu Che had already prepared for this situation. Regardless of whether the other party was targeting him, he had a way to deal with it.
In any case, within a ten-mile radius of the Ghost Porcelain Black Market, the other party could not make a move against him. If Bu Che had not witnessed the spatial techniques displayed by the monkey-faced old man, he might not have believed it.
But after witnessing the old man with the monkey face's methods, Bu Che dared to proceed according to the plan.
He left the passage and quickly returned to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, where the rich scent of perfumes and cosmetics wafted towards him.
The figure behind him also came out and stood right next to Bu Che, the purpose of which was self-evident.
It's downright blatant!
The other party probably intends to follow me and then rob me once we're out of the ten-mile radius.
Bu Che didn't take it seriously and didn't even look at the other person.
He turned his head and looked at a woman wearing thin clothes, with a pink bodice barely visible.
"Miss, is it possible to stay overnight here?"
Bu Che said.
"Huh?" The girl's red lips parted slightly.
this problem……
Somewhat wise.
"Of course, sir. Not only can you stay overnight, but you can also have a very comfortable overnight stay."
The girl immediately smiled seductively; she noticed the large package Bu Che was carrying.
It was immediately applied, and the rich scent of rouge and face powder filled Bu Che's nostrils.
"Take me to a hotel room," Bu Che said immediately, taking out a silver coin and giving it to the girl.
The girl's eyes held an even stronger allure.
"Don't worry, young master, I will make sure you have a comfortable night! No one will disturb you."
The woman took Qi Che's empty hand, her fingers gently caressing his palm like soft branches, like ripples spreading across a lake.
The figure standing close to Bu Che was not surprising.
This method has been tried before; in the black market, there are always big spenders who get targeted…
He didn't care and just kept watching.
Surely a person can't live in a brothel forever, right?
Bu Che was pulled along by the girl, down the wooden stairs covered with soft carpets. The girl had already taken off her embroidered shoes, revealing her fair and crystal-clear toes.
The two made their way to the third floor and checked into a room.
Once inside, the girl closed the door and reached out to remove Bu Che's straw hat.
However, Bu Che's five fingers, like hooks, instantly grasped the girl's soft wrist.
The girl didn't mind: "Young master likes this style."
She rolled her eyes at Bu Che, then lifted her skirt and slowly squatted down.
Bu Che's brow bulged slightly, and his spirit, which had broken through limits, burst forth, causing the girl who had been squatting down to faint instantly.
As he grasped the woman's wrist, Bu Che used his spiritual sense to detect that she was not a martial artist.
Since you're not a martial arts master, then I'm afraid I'll have to offend you.
After laying the girl down, he carried her to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then removed the cloth, arranging ten porcelain statues of ghosts and gods in a row.
Looking at the ten cracked porcelain statues of ghosts and gods, Bu Che's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch them.
He ran his five fingers across his waist.
The hammer instantly appeared in his hand, and with a gentle shake, he smashed it towards the first porcelain statue of a ghost god.
Snapped--
After smashing a porcelain statue of a ghost and god, the sword in his mind trembled listlessly as it absorbed the ghostly and divine thoughts within the porcelain.
The spirit within the mud pill between the eyebrows trembled slightly and received a little boost, but it was still much weaker than before.
After all, his spirit had broken through its limits, so a mere ninth-grade ghost and god porcelain statue was no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.
Bu Che exhaled, gripped the claw hammer, and prepared to smash it all in one go.
However, when he smashed the fifth statue, the powerful mental impact made him feel dizzy, and his bulging brows felt like they had a hot iron bead embedded in them.
After catching his breath and calming down, Bu Che continued smashing.
Ten porcelain statues of ghosts and gods—you really can't smash them all in one go…
He managed to catch his breath.