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Chapter 112 This magic weapon is infinitely useful

About 1,200 years ago, a cultivator named Ye Ritian obtained a magic weapon shaped like a teapot in a cave in the far west.

Rubbing this magic weapon will summon a demon spirit. It is said that making a wish to the demon spirit can make any wish come true.

Ye Ritian was able to obtain this magic weapon not by chance, but because he had a wish and came here specifically to find it after hearing the legend.

It's just that it's not easy to tell outsiders about his wish, but in the face of the devil, he still mustered up the courage to say it;

"I want Junior Sister Cuihua to fall in love with me, and love me to the point of death!"

The demon smiled and said, "You have such a wonderful time, why bother to fall in love with a flower unrequitedly? I can conjure up many women and give them to you, how about that?"

However, unexpectedly, Ye Ritian decisively refused; "No! I want my Junior Sister Cuihua."

"Thinking about my childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart Cuihua, why does she like my senior brother but not me..."

As he spoke, Ye Ritian's tone was full of grievances, tears welled up in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

He seems to be a very affectionate person.

But the demon looked at his face, paused and said, "Maybe... you shouldn't come to me. You should find a magic weapon that can make you handsome."

Ye Ritian suddenly stopped crying, as if enlightened, and said quickly;

"Then you can make me handsome. I want to be so handsome as to be handsome!"

"..." The demon squinted at Ye Ritian with a cold expression.

"Why..." Ye Ritian scratched his head; "Isn't it possible? How about... just make me more handsome than my senior brother?"

The demon spirit couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily, "Don't you have an idea of ​​what you look like? If I could do that kind of thing, I would have done it to myself first!"

The two ugly faces looked at each other for a while.

At a certain moment, the corners of Ye Ritian's mouth turned downward, making him look even more ugly, and he said with a cry;

"Isn't it said that if you are summoned, any wish can come true? Liars are all liars..."

The demon wiped the sweat from his forehead; "You can have wishes, but only if I can achieve them, but I'm sorry that you look like this..."

Ye Ritian gradually stopped crying, thought for a while, and said, "Well, since I can't make the woman I love fall in love with me, I can't become handsome either."

"Practice alone is my last perseverance, so I want to... transform into an immortal!"

Demon Spirit; "...If I couldn't do it, if I could do it, I would have become an immortal long ago."

Ye Ritian: "Then let me rise to three great realms in a row."

Demon Spirit; "...I can't do it either. You are currently in the Dan Formation realm, which is a bit more powerful than me. I can't realize my wish that exceeds my own cultivation level."

Ye Ritian was about to cry again; "Then, then...then what can you do?!"

The demon spirit was about to cry; "I don't know who is spreading the rumors...How is it possible to realize any wish? It's unrealistic, okay?"

Ye Ritian covered his face in despair; "It turns out... the magic weapon I worked so hard to find is a waste..."

Just at the moment of despair, Ye Ritian suddenly had a flash of inspiration;

"Otherwise, you can make me older, with a long beard like that of an immortal. I guess that can cover up the shortcomings in my appearance."

The demon spirit nodded quickly; "What a good idea. You can't change the ugliness, but you can hide it. Why didn't I think of that before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long white beard grew on Ye Ritian's face as he wished.

Not to mention, doing this really covered up his extremely ugly face, and gave him a bit of an air of immortality.

However, from then on, Cuihua stopped falling in love with him, and even refused to stand with him.

But as the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes always depend on each other, and every loss must be rewarded.

Ye Ritian, who had completely lost his love, abandoned all distracting thoughts in his heart and decided to seclusion for a hundred years, focusing only on cultivation.

When he came out of seclusion, he actually broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm and became a powerful person!

And a hundred years later, many things have changed, such as Cuihua and senior brother, they, they...

They gave birth to eight children, and the youngest one also has grandchildren.

Cuihua was so fat that there was no trace of her past.

At this point, Ye Ritian has completely given up his last thoughts.

(Final explanation: Cultivators have long lifespans. Cuihua and senior brother both stay in the Dan Formation Realm. There is no problem in living for three or five hundred years. Even if they gave birth to eight children...it can be seen that the two of them are also in true love.

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After recalling the unbearable memories of his youth, the old man in Taoist robes sighed;

"Actually, this magic weapon is said to be able to grant wishes, but it has many limitations... For example, it cannot resurrect a powerful cultivator."

"And the demon inside is very scary. If you don't use it properly, it will be backlashed. You have to be very careful every time you use it."

"Also, every time you use it, there will be a rest period of several years, or even more than ten years, before you can use it again." "So, you should put it away first and don't use it. When you go out, you will encounter problems that cannot be solved.

If you have any questions, use it again.”

But what the old man in Taoist robes really thinks is;

'Don't use it here. Once you use it, you will find how useless this magic weapon is, and you will definitely cause trouble for me.'

"I really don't know what I was thinking at the time, why would I leave such a useless magic weapon to me."

'There are still so many memories, but this unbearable past event remains the clearest, while other things like the scenery after achieving greatness are very few.'

‘Alas, it’s hard for me as a spiritual official...’

Although Wang Liang noticed that what the old man in Taoist robes said was boastful, he didn't care much about it.

After all, considering that it is a magic weapon left by a Nascent Soul cultivator, it can’t be useless, right?

Putting the Alabing magic lamp into the Qiankun bag, Wang Liang pointed to the second piece, a candle-like magic weapon, and asked;

"How to use this magic weapon?"

The old man in Taoist robes held his long beard and said slowly: "I have to talk to you about this magic weapon."

"The name of this magic weapon is moxa wax oil. It was obtained by my body when I subdued a female demon. At that time, I was in the late stage of the alchemy realm, but I was still embarrassed by this magic weapon and almost escaped death."

"So much so that even if I break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in the future, I will still keep this magic weapon with me, just to remind myself not to be careless at any time."

"And speaking of it, this magic weapon has endless uses. It can be used not only to fight against enemies, but also for one's own cultivation."

"When I was in seclusion for hundreds of years and broke through from the Golden Core Realm to the Golden Core Realm, if I hadn't had the help of this magic weapon, I would have spent decades more."

Wang Liang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that it could assist in cultivation. He took the moxa wax oil and couldn't put it down, and he sincerely praised it;

"Then this is really a good magic weapon."

But the old man in Taoist robes paused for a moment and then said: "However... there will be some side effects when using this magic weapon to assist in cultivation. I still have to remind you."

Wang Liang looked at the old man in Taoist robes warily, shrank back the moxa wax oil he was holding tightly in his hand, and said;

"Is it possible that you want to scare me and ask me to give up this magic weapon and then take it back? Then I'll tell you now, it's impossible!"

The old man in Taoist robes waved his hands and said: "I am so virtuous and respected, so there is no reason to take back what I have given away."

"It's just that this magic weapon really has side effects, please listen to me slowly..."


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