My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 90: Qi-guiding Dragon-shaking Array

Shopkeepers at the Celestial Treasure Tower were required to work at least fifteen days a month, and the interval between shifts could not exceed three days. The Celestial Treasure Tower paid extra for any additional shifts worked.

Wang Tong, coveting this extra pay, worked nearly a full schedule every month.

After all, the Celestial Treasure Tower offered free Wusong Tea. The maids were all hand-picked, exceptionally beautiful, and youthfully charming—far easier on the eyes than his plain-faced wife at home.

After Yang Jing took his place, it wouldn’t do to abruptly change Wang Tong’s old habits. He could only gradually reduce his number of shifts each month, making the changes subtly over time.

Today, he was not on duty. He started by constantly changing his appearance as he visited the Huangyuan, Shangyang, and Hongde Marketplaces to purchase large quantities of Fossil into Mud Talismans and Mud to Stone Talismans.

These two types of Talismans were not uncommon in the Marketplaces. The Fossil into Mud Talisman could turn hard rock into mud, while the Mud to Stone Talisman did the opposite.

These two types of Talismans were widely used by Cultivators for constructing Cave Mansions, building cities, excavating mines, and digging tunnels. Their applications were extremely broad.

Normally, Yang Jing wouldn’t have needed to be so cautious when buying these Talismans, but the quantity was a bit large—he bought five hundred of each.

Just one hundred of each Talisman would have been enough to build a city wall enclosing an entire county, which showed just how many he had purchased.

Simply purchasing so many Talismans took Yang Jing an entire day. When night fell, he used the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique to assume the appearance of the Tribulation Cultivator, Brother Guo, and headed for the Ghost Ruins Market.

When the guards at the Ghost Ruins Market saw him, they looked shocked and terrified. They didn’t even ask to see his Token before letting him in.

The guard obviously knew about the incident where three Cultivators had chased him out of the market. Over a month later, Brother Guo had returned completely unscathed, so one could only imagine the fate of those three Cultivators.

’There were many rumors about Brother Guo’s formidable Power, and today, he had seen the proof with his own eyes.’

Once inside the Ghost Ruins Market, Yang Jing set up a stall and laid out the extra Storage Bags and miscellaneous Magical Artifacts he had accumulated recently. They were all contributions from the Tribulation Cultivators he had encountered while gathering the Five Elements Elixir Spirit Medicine.

However, he did not display the Magical Artifacts unique to the Wu Family’s Three Yin Green Blood Scripture.

’Right now, anything belonging to the Wu Family was too hot to handle.’

He propped up a sign next to his stall that read: "Buying Qi-guiding Dragon-shaking Array." This Array wasn’t a defensive or Killing Array. The "dragon" in its name referred to a Spirit Vein; it was an Array used to alter the course of Spirit Veins.

On the Western Continent, all Spirit Veins were nominally owned by the Six Great Sects. Even the Royal Families of the various nations had to submit numerous applications and go through an extremely troublesome process to alter the course of a Spirit Vein. If a Cultivator damaged a Spirit Vein during Magical Combat, the Six Great Sects would hunt them to the ends of the earth to apprehend them and carry out a public execution—even if the offender was a venerable Nascent Soul.

As such, the Qi-guiding Dragon-shaking Array, which could alter the course of Spirit Veins, was naturally classified as a Forbidden Array. Its sale was banned in all the Great Trading Houses, and being caught with one was a major crime.

That was why Yang Jing could only try to purchase it in the Ghost Ruins Market. After all, where there are rules, there are ways to get around them. As long as the change to the Spirit Vein’s course wasn’t too drastic, the Six Great Sects would never find out.

As for the Magical Artifacts he was selling, he had only put them out to draw a crowd.

Unlike the obscure Insect Training Skill, the Qi-guiding Dragon-shaking Array was traded quite often in the Ghost Ruins Market. After all, among Tier One Upper Grade Magic Arrays, the profit from this Forbidden Array was much higher than others.

Before long, someone approached his stall and struck a deal with Yang Jing.

The Tier One Upper Grade Magic Array was quoted at one thousand two hundred Spirit Stones, nearly double the market price. Yang Jing had no choice but to pay the Spirit Stones and take it.

Once the transaction was complete, he packed up his stall and left the Ghost Ruins Market, not caring that he had only sold less than half of the Magical Artifacts on display. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

After using a Wind-controlling Talisman to travel for more than ten miles, Yang Jing came to a sudden stop in a valley and spoke to the empty space behind him:

"You’ve been following me for long enough. You can show yourselves now."

Several breaths after he spoke, the dense forest behind him remained silent.

Yang Jing formed a Spell with his hands, conjuring a roaring Red Fire that he blasted toward a spot in the dense woods.

A brilliant flash of fire erupted, and two shadowy figures scrambled out of the Red Fire, looking rather disheveled. The scorching Magical Fire had caught them at a disadvantage, charring their hair and clothes.

"Innate Martial Artists?"

Yang Jing observed the two men.

The two men had no fluctuations of Magical Power, but instead pulsed with surging Innate True Qi. They were dressed in Strong Clothing with Long Sabers at their waists—the typical attire of a Martial Artist.

"You are truly worthy of your reputation, Brother Guo. A mere Red Fire Spell was enough to leave us brothers in such a sorry state. The Black Death Seven Tribulations Scripture truly lives up to its name."

The one with the stronger aura, the elder of the two brothers, said to Yang Jing.

"The fact that my Magic Spell didn’t burn you to a crisp means you two aren’t ordinary people either. So, spit it out. Why are you following me?"

In his heart, Yang Jing had already guessed their identities.

"Over a month ago, the Wu Family’s Direct Descendant, Wu Yanlu, followed you out of the Ghost Ruins Market and was never seen again. Everything he had on him is in your hands, isn’t it? Hand it over obediently, and we two brothers will spare your life."

Yang Jing simply raised a finger and beckoned. A Flying Sword shot out from his Storage Bag like a darting fish, pulsing with an incomparably sharp Gang Qi.

"Two brothers? You mean seven, don’t you!"

"Dammit! He’s a Sword Cultivator too!"

The two men before him let out a pained roar as their already tall frames swelled once more, coarse beastly fur sprouting from beneath their skin.

In just two breaths, the two of them had transformed into monstrous hybrids: one half-man, half-tiger, and the other half-man, half-bull.

A flash of red light flared, and the Flying Sword circled the half-man, half-tiger monster once. After his Demon Transformation, his body was as hard as refined steel, yet the Flying Sword still sliced him in two at the waist.

"Brother!"

The half-man, half-bull monster let out a furious roar, its eyes turning bloodshot as it charged howling at Yang Jing.

SWOOSH!

The Flying Sword transformed into a streak of cyan lightning, piercing straight through from behind.

The bull-man spun around, clapping his two massive hands together, attempting to catch the Flying Sword.

"Attack! Tear him to shreds!"

The ground around Yang Jing instantly exploded as five bizarrely-shaped monsters leaped out, brandishing an assortment of blades, spears, and halberds as they stabbed at him from all sides.

If they were ordinary Innate Martial Artists, their Innate True Qi would never be able to break the Defense of his Golden Light Spell. But with the Demon Power coating the edges of their weapons, it was a completely different story.

Yang Jing raised a finger, and a stunning burst of Red Fire ignited from thin air, enveloping all the monsters. Amidst their wretched screams, the cyan Flying Sword darted back and forth like a swallow.

A breath later, five heads rolled from their necks like ripened fruit.

As for the initial bull-man, his expression was blank, a finger-wide sword-hole now starkly visible on his forehead. The hands he had been so confident could catch the Flying Sword had been directly shredded by its Sword Gang.

He hadn’t even managed to slow the Flying Sword for a single instant.

Whistling, Yang Jing collected the Storage Bags and weapons from the ground, placing them in his own Storage Bag. Then, he piled the corpses together and activated a Red Fire Talisman, burning them to ash.