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Moreover, this long sword Spiritual Treasure doesn't offer any enhancements to Magic Practitioners.

Spiritual Treasures suitable for Magic Practitioners are those that can provide them with enhancements.

For instance, increasing Spell power, reducing the consumption of Spiritual Energy during Spellcasting, extending the range of Spells, or even... ignoring the silent incantation of Spell hearts.

For a relatively basic Foundation Establishment Spell like the "Thunder Summoning Technique," there's no need for silent incantation; it's an instant cast, but some more complex Spells with greater power do require silent incantation of the Spell's heart.

Some even more powerful Spells need the caster to form hand seals to cast them.

In such complicated situations, having a Spiritual Treasure that can ignore silent incantations is naturally a significant enhancement for Magic Practitioners.

However...

He still felt that in most cases, the "Thunder Summoning Technique" was more useful. Although it was just a Mid-grade Foundation Establishment Spell, the instantaneous nature of the Spell allowed him to unleash it repeatedly with a power that was not weaker than high-level Spells.

Of course, it's still necessary to find some high-level Spells.

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Currently, his attack methods were a bit too one-dimensional. Leave alone anything else, if he were to meet an idiot with an entry immune to all Thunder Spells, he would be left staring blankly.

...

"I need to find more attack methods."

"And some life-saving methods."

"That Scion of Ten Thousand Demons' escape technique was incredibly powerful; I've got to pick up one of those."

"And some more Spiritual Treasures suitable for Magic Practitioners."

"Also need to..."

Standing still, Chen Qiu was playing with his index finger, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the thought of how busy he was about to be, when Fat Long and the others came running back with a large pile of Storage Bags and Storage Rings.

"Brother Qiu, all the spoils of war are here."

"But Brother Qiu, you were a bit heavy-handed; many of the Storage Bags and Storage Rings were smashed, only these Storage Bags that the Demon Clan cultivators subconsciously pressed under themselves before dying were preserved."

"I must say, they were quite nice people."

"Not too many intact Spiritual Treasures; there are some that haven't been severely damaged and the scholar said we could sell these for some Spirit Stones."

"Hmm."

Chen Qiu looked at Fat Long's smiling face with a complex expression. Ever since he encountered the "Reversing Yin and Yang" entry, he had been unable to look at Fat Long the same way.

Who would join the Flower Offering Sect?

It was a Dual Cultivation sect; if one willingly joined this sect, then surely they had a suitable entry for this cultivation style, right?

And among them, who's to say there weren't any with the "Reversing Yin and Yang" entry?

After all, it was just a green entry, not too rare.

...

"Brother Qiu, what's wrong with you?"

"Why do your eyes look so strange?"

"It's nothing."

Chen Qiu silently shook his head, deciding to keep this to himself and not tell Fat Long, lest he shatter Fat Long's cultivation focus. It was better to act as if nothing had happened; ignorance is bliss.

He thought they wouldn't have much in the way of spoils, but to his surprise, there was still quite a lot.

Wait a minute!

A sudden thought struck him: when the Demon Race invaded, the workshop owners of Wentiang Market had fled in advance, so wasn't the market now left unguarded? The merchants would most likely have fled too; if not now, then when?

"Let's set off, scholar!"

Chen Qiu didn't even bother to check the haul from the Storage Bags and immediately grabbed the scholar, ready to head to Wentiang Market.

The parting words left by Chao Tian Sect couldn't have been truer.

Sword Cultivators are truly powerful.

At least when it comes to traveling, no matter how hard Magic Practitioners try, they can't catch up to Sword Cultivators. In terms of speed, Sword Cultivators definitely earn the title of the fastest in the world!

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Before setting off, the scholar might have noticed that Chen Qiu had some misconceptions about sword cultivators and couldn't help but open his mouth to explain, "Brother Qiu, actually, sword cultivators don't just wield their swords and fight the enemy up close."

"Once they enter the Golden Core Stage."

"Sword cultivators often are such that you see the sword but not the person, able to take an enemy's head from a thousand miles away."

"Especially the Golden Core Sword Technique, that's tens of thousands of green sword shadows spreading like a rain of swords for nearly a hundred miles, leaving not a blade of grass alive within that range."

"What's more, there are many branches of sword cultivators, like those who specialize in sword arrays. Combining sword cultivation with array repair, carrying a sword box, and forming a sword array with dozens of flying swords often allows them to defeat enemies above their own level!"

"They are not weaker than magic practitioners."

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Chen Qiu turned his head toward the scholar with some confusion, "Did I ever say that sword cultivators are weaker than magic practitioners?"

"No."

The scholar said somewhat resentfully, "Well, indeed I didn't, I just said that off the cuff."

"If sword cultivators are so strong, and you were once ranked as the number one sword cultivator of Da Xia, why couldn't you kill the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons, who was just at the Foundation Establishment Stage, multiple times?"

Fat Long interjected at the right moment, his tone laced with a hint of teasing.

"This, this, this..."

The scholar was somewhat provoked by this and indignantly explained, "You haven't faced the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons directly, once you do, you'll know. It's impossible to kill him. I killed him three times, and the last time, I was very sure that I had killed him!"

"Moreover, I even dissected that corpse, ensuring that it was the body of a living person, yet not long after, he began moving around in Da Xia Country again."

"I really had no other options, I exhausted all means, but just couldn't kill him."

"Understood."

Chen Qiu helped the scholar out with a light laugh, "That Scion of Ten Thousand Demons indeed has some techniques. Without some methods, he wouldn't have caused such a commotion in Fufeng City in front of so many Golden Core cultivators."

"It's said that you got chased down back then because you were upholding justice."

"It's clear that you do have a heart of gold. After Fufeng City was breached by a demon beast, you immediately went to rescue the city's civilians. This act of caring for the well-being of the people, even as you fell from grace, is indeed worthy of the title of Da Xia's number one sword cultivator."

Just then—

The scholar's brother, the bearded, burly man who rarely spoke up, couldn't resist chiming in, "There was a storyteller in the city who spoke recently of my brother's past glory. My brother was actually there to save that storyteller; the rescue of others was just incidental."

"Right, this is the first storyteller in these years to mention my brother in Fufeng City."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

The scholar looked at his younger brother expressionlessly, "Learning to be quiet is the first rule in understanding the ways of the world."

Then, perhaps as a form of release, the Qingfeng in his sleeve vanished in a flash, turning into a Liu Guang that disappeared between heaven and earth, and entering Wentiang market.

...

In just a few breaths of time,

Chen Qiu and the others had already arrived at the gate of Wentiang market.

But... at that moment, the skies above Wentiang market were filled with an extremely thick scent of blood, the sight meeting their eyes was one of bodies torn asunder; the whole market was completely deserted, and one could see that almost every building had been cut off at the waist.

All the pills, talismans, and spiritual treasures in the shops had been plundered.

And he even saw an old acquaintance.

A guard captain lay in a pool of blood. He had once given some silver taels to this man, asking him to help clean up the battlefield, and in return, the man had once warned him not to be deceived by that old taoist.

But now...

This man was lying in a pool of blood, his body torn to pieces, and only through his bloodstained face could one barely recognize the familiar face.

Just then—

A familiar, age-worn voice slowly sounded from behind him.

"A long time ago, when my master sent me down the mountain, he told me something."

"In the business of fortune-telling, you can't save a ghost that's meant to die."

"See, I told him a few days ago that there was going to be a bloody disaster in Wentiang market soon and advised him to leave this place quickly."

"He didn't believe it."

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