Weapons are far less important to martial artists and sects. A good weapon can be passed down for countless years, but medicines are disposable consumables. The supply and demand relationship determines the fate of a profession. The ability of the artifact to gain a foothold in the sacred realm can only represent its importance to martial artists, and does not mean that it has a lofty status on the mainland.
In order to heal his son's injuries and to a healing pill for imperial-grade medicine, the old man took the remaining collections to the ordinary market for sale, and even dared not buy the trading venue of the Qizong. Shi Jue was moved by the old man's experience.
"Old man, take me to see your son? Maybe I have a way to restore him." Shi Jue said.
"You?..." the old man said in disbelief.
"According to what you said, the imperial elixir cannot solve the problem. At most, it can only make him an ordinary person." Shi Jue said.
"But..." The old man shook his head and sighed and couldn't speak anymore. His eyes were filled with tears. He also knew that it was his greatest effort to make his son like an ordinary person.
"I am also a pharmacist," Shi Jue said.
"Pharmacist?!" The old man's eyes lit up. This young man is extraordinary. It seems that he met a noble man today.
"Yes! After you are cured, you will leave here and go to other places to live a life of hidden names." Shi Jue sighed and said.
"Where can we go?" the old man sighed again and said, "Young man, thank you for your kindness."
The super sect is like a mountain. Even if you enter a chaotic place, you cannot escape their pursuit. Here, there is the care of the Artifact Hall and the constraints of the Holy Land Code, Zhenwu Sect dares not kill a Artifact Master. But without the protection of the Artifact Hall, they can only die.
"Let's go and see your son's injuries first." Shi Jue thought for a while and said. If he offered to protect them now, he would probably mistakenly think that he wanted to control them. However, it is not a bad thing to let two Emperor-grade weapon masters defect to him.
"This..." the old man looked at the ore on the stall and said.
"Sixteen hundred million." Shi Jue took out several gold tickets worth 100 million yuan, and then put his ore into his luggage. The old man took it excitedly and looked at Shi Jue with his unbelievable eyes.
"I don't know my benefactor..."
"My name is Shi Jue. Just call me Shi Jue." Shi Jue said with a smile.
"Shi...benefactor, please follow me and my party..." the old man hurriedly said.
The two walked out of the trading market and then came to a remote place. The old man opened the door and asked Shi Jue to go in.
It was too simple, I couldn't believe that this was the residence of an imperial utensil artist. The yard was a utensil workshop, and there were a few simple houses in the back. When I entered the house, it was damp and low. A middle-aged man was lying on the bed motionless.
"Family?" Shi Jue asked. The old man only mentioned his son and did not talk about the situation at home.
"My wife passed away early, and we father and son depended on each other for life. He traveled through the world and never had a marriage. The family was in ruins and the servants and disciples all left..." The old man pointed to the middle-aged man on the bed and sighed.
Shi Jue nodded and walked to the middle-aged man. His face was pale, and it was obvious that he had been bedridden for too long. He gently grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist veins.
What a cruel method. The middle-aged man's meridians were completely destroyed! His dantian was also severely damaged. What a strange dantian, the other party should have destroyed his dantian, but his dantian has been broken, but his dantian still has a faint true energy. It is an internal mental method. Yes, this person has a special internal mental method to practice.
"My benefactor, is there any hope?" the old man asked worriedly.
"Old man, just call me Shi Jue." Shi Jue looked up and said, "I'm sure I can get him back. But it will take some time."
He wanted to stay and comprehend the making of tools. Although he was paid attention to this place, it would not affect his learning of the making of tools until the middle-aged man recovered.
"Really?!" the old man said excitedly.
"I need a holy Ganoderma lucidum pill." Shi Jue said.
"Holy Pills?!" The old man shook his head in disappointment and sighed and sat down. Even when his family was not defeated, he could not get a holy Pills!
"I just happened to have one here." Shi Jue said.
"But I..." The old man couldn't say anything when he looked at Shi Jue. Now he only had one life left, what should he use to exchange for this pill? Even if he had to spend his whole life to make Shi Jue's weapon, he would not be able to pay off the debt.
"Pills are priceless to you, but they are nothing to me." Shi Jue said with a smile.
"This..." The old man didn't believe that such a good thing was happening.