Asmodeaus finished disposing of several preparatory disciples he had eaten conveniently. The quality of the food here is not much worse than Blackiron town, but the LargeQuincy sect compound is filled with cultivators. Even the preparatory disciples have one or two layers of Qi refining. It makes it much more filling to eat their blood with the Blood Nerve technique.
The eve declined. Time was of late. Missing four or five days of chapters already. He did not want to write but was compelled to continue. The word count slowly increasing with every aching moment. Nothing could be more important than this moment, this chapter, this word. WORD. It is a complex language definition. How do you define acceptance? Yes or no? Why or why not? 'To be' or 'To have'? The possession of nothing more than intelligence, the most important attribute in a DnD's mage character.
Asmodeaus felt like checking out the market. Nothing to do, just browse around. It could be interesting looking at local specialties. He came upon the LargeQuincy's white market, as the black market was in the other direction. The White Market had nothing but packaged goods. Disappointed, Asmodeaus went to look for the real stuff in the black market. There was a vendor selling eyeballs, refined eyeballs, secondary eyeballs, glass eyeballs, newt eyeballs, figurines of eyeballs. Pretty much everything eyeball related was in this stall. Asmodeaus was intrigued.
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"To what purpose do you stock so many eyeballs, and how are your sales?"
Asmodeaus went straight for the direct question. No beating around the bush today.
The eyeball salesman squinted. "If you're not buying don't disturb the customers."
Asmodeaus grunted and took two pretty Lapis eyes. "I'll take these. They would look good on my dashboard."
The salesman wanted to ask what a dashboard was, but concerning client privacy he refrained.
Further on, there were all kinds of assortments. Clothing, Qi Refining pills, even Foundation Establishment pills could be found. This was truly a cultivator's world. Breaking through the limits is what we depend on. We all progress further towards our own goals, and we must ensure safety and security. I love you all. Over and out.
But wait, this chapter only has just over 300 characters so far. How can we continue with such a low word count? Let's add another side story adventure!
Qong Ichi was ecstatic. His master and him had both been accepted as outer disciples in the LargeQuincy sect. Although his master had dumped all the official duties onto him and his brother, he knew that his master and him would strive to make the world as chaotic as possible. With only pure chaos could come interest. But chaos had to be managed. And the perfect managers were Qong Ichi and Qong Ni. Qong San hadn't been born yet, so he would have to wait for the future legacy the Qong brothers would leave the Qong family. This was their true purpose. Qong Ichi wanted nothing more than to serve his master wholeheartedly, so he would get immense benefits. The first dogleg of a demon god is a dream unachievable for many but sought after by a select few.