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"Ah!"
Stretching lazily, Ye Mingshang looked at the thick stack of talismans and revealed a proud smile. "So many high-level talismans! If I threw them all out, even the old man wouldn't be able to handle it."
After putting the talismans away, he picked up a somewhat worn Bagua Mirror. "The talismans are ready; next comes the magical tool."
He placed the Bagua Mirror on a stand and began cleaning it with the ritual water he had prepared earlier, using a small brush to carefully remove the dirt and rust from the mirror's surface.
He had acquired this mirror from an antique stall for twenty thousand yuan, despite others saying he didn't know what he was doing and that he had bought a fake. Ye Mingshang merely smiled and said nothing. The mirror was made of bronze and dated back to the Republic of China at most. In terms of antique value, it wasn't worth much, but it was a magical tool that had simply lost its original function due to disuse over time.
As he brushed away the rust and grime, the cleaned areas gradually revealed a smooth surface beneath.
"Hehe! Truly unappreciative! Such a fine item could easily be worth a hundred times more in the hands of a knowledgeable buyer."
Looking at the bronze mirror that emitted a faint glow, Ye Mingshang smiled with satisfaction. This was a complete magical tool; once the surface dirt and rust were removed, it could be used again. It was just that the Boss didn't recognize its value and let it go for cheap. Otherwise, someone who knew better would have snatched it up at a high price. This is what they call being too clever for one's own good.
He placed the mirror on the windowsill to absorb moonlight for energy. Under the moonlight, the mirror radiated a soft and pure glow, clearly not an ordinary item.
After setting down the mirror, he took out a small cauldron, measuring twenty centimeters in length and height, square in shape. It looked quite old and had cost him quite a bit of money. After all, this was an antique over a thousand years old; it was only because the shopkeeper didn't recognize its value that they sold it to him for several hundred thousand yuan. Anyone who knew its worth wouldn't have put it on display at a small stall.
Due to its age, the cauldron had some damage, but that didn't pose a problem for him. He took out Gold Powder and gently sprinkled it on the damaged areas. After dinner, he lit a special candle and dripped wax onto the cracks while reciting incantations. Following this method, he quickly repaired the gaps. Although it didn't look very good initially, once he smoothed out the surface and infused it with magical energy, it would be usable again. Even if its power wouldn't match that of an intact cauldron, after repairs it could still exert at least eighty percent of its original strength.
The sun peeked over the horizon, replacing the busy night with daylight. After one night of work, Ye Mingshang was still busy; numerous magical tools and potions surrounded him, and his mountain of materials had been nearly depleted. He looked somewhat exhausted, with drooping eyelids and pale skin.
"Finally finished! With so many magical tools and talismans, plus my latest concoction of elixirs, if I go all out even the old man would struggle to hold on for a moment. I won't have to fear any demons or monsters," Ye Mingshang said with a satisfied smile on his face. Despite having gone without sleep all night and severely depleting his magical energy, seeing all his hard work laid out before him brought him joy.
He mustered some strength to stand up but stumbled slightly and nearly fell over. He couldn't help but self-deprecate, "Hehe! I was too eager; I've overexerted myself."
The current situation made it impossible to take action, so he hurriedly sat down in a meditative posture, embracing the unity of mind and body. A wave of mist surrounded him as the yang energy drifting between heaven and earth transformed into his own strength through the expansion of his pores. This process was very slow; without the support of elixirs, the recovery of his magical power was quite gradual. Moreover, his magical power was profound, surpassing that of an ordinary Celestial Master, but the absorption speed did not increase significantly. Therefore, a complete recovery would still require time.
It wasn't until that afternoon when the chubby guy and his companion returned that he finally woke up. Looking around at the various magical artifacts displayed in the room, both of them were stunned.
"What the hell! Did you rob an antique shop or something?!" The chubby guy exclaimed with wide eyes and an open mouth.
"What antique shop? Don't talk nonsense." Joan shot him a glare and then asked, "Master, you didn't go tomb raiding, did you?"
Ye Mingshang, who had been meditating, nearly spat out a mouthful of blood in anger. After stabilizing his magical power with great difficulty, he opened his eyes and glared at Joan fiercely. "When you die, I'll bury all of this with you!"
"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Joan asked.
Ye Mingshang glanced at him. "These are all magical artifacts I painstakingly crafted. They will be very useful in a few days, so you don't need to look at me like that."
Joan chuckled. "Well then, since you're my master and I've been with you for so long without receiving any decent gifts, why not let me pick a few? I'm not asking for much—just thirty or fifty pieces will do."
Ye Mingshang looked up at him and smiled warmly.
"Does that mean you agree? Thank you, Master!" Joan replied eagerly and prepared to go over and take some, only to be slapped to the ground by Ye Mingshang.
"Get lost!"
...
After finally sending away the two fools, Ye Mingshang had no mood to meditate again. After spending most of the day recovering, his magical power had returned to seventy percent; the rest would recover gradually over half a day.
Having not eaten for almost two days, even though he could maintain his vitality without food for several days, he still felt hungry. He headed straight to a nearby famous Steamed Bun Shop.
"Boss, ten baskets of buns."
"Alright, are you eating here or taking it to go?" The Boss realized he had misspoken as soon as he asked; who could eat ten baskets? He chuckled to himself and began packing the buns.
"Here, please."
"To go, right? Got it. What?!" The Boss was in the middle of packing the buns when he suddenly froze at the response, looking at Ye Mingshang in confusion, doubting if he had heard correctly.
"I'm eating here. Please hurry, I'm very hungry." Ye Mingshang smiled and sat down at a nearby table.
Before long, the Boss brought ten baskets of buns to the table, placing them on either side and stacking them high.
"Mm~ not bad," Ye Mingshang said after taking a bite, generously praising the food.
The Boss still looked at him in disbelief. "Are you expecting a friend to join you?"
"No, why?" Ye Mingshang replied, puzzled.
The Boss was taken aback. "Wait, can you really eat that much? Our buns are quite substantial; I've been running this shop for years and the most anyone has eaten is three baskets. Are you sure you want ten?!"
Hearing the Boss's doubtful tone, Ye Mingshang smiled slightly, swallowed half a bun, and said, "That's right; I will finish these ten baskets. If it's not enough later, I'll order more. By the way, could you also bring me a bowl of porridge to warm my stomach?"
(To be continued.)
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