Chapter 429: 312: Post-War Harvest_3
“Mu Hanxiong’s storage bag turned to ashes together with his corpse by the Rank-3 magic artifact. Ji Dao Yuan’s storage bag only contains these spirit stones and this ‘Nine Slaying Technique’ manual, along with this Rank-1 superior armor. It’s quite surprising for him being a famed disciple of Mountain Shaker Peak to be less wealthy than Zheng Wulyu.”
Chen Mobai said with a look of disgust as he shook the right storage bag.
A small mountain of over two thousand lower-grade spiritual stones poured out. This pile included fifty translucent intermediate-grade spiritual stones, a Rank-2 flying sword radiating spiritual light, a damaged Heart Protecting Mirror, and, of course, an array of different pills.
Zheng Wulyu, as the patriarch of a family, was far wealthier than Ji Dao Yuan, having over seven thousand spiritual stones alone.
This Rank-2 superior flying sword is worth nearly two thousand spiritual stones; it’s just a pity that the Rank-2 lower-grade protective magic artifact, the Heart Protecting Mirror, has been damaged while blocking Chen Mobai’s sword light.
“Junior Brother Chen, haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Among the hundred arts of cultivation, alchemists are the richest, while body cultivators are the poorest’?”
Yue Zutao laughed and remarked.
Among cultivators, alchemists are the richest, while body cultivators are the poorest. The latter needs to constantly purchase blood and flesh of spirit beasts, spirit rice and spirit vegetables, combined with all kinds of pills that strengthen their Qi-blood and refine their bones. Essentially, no matter how many spiritual stones they have, they are bound to spend them all.
Even if Mu Hanxiong’s storage bag had not been burnt to ashes by the Six Suns Divine Fire Mirror, the items inside would probably not exceed those of Ji Dao Yuan’s.
It is well known that amongst the seven major sects of Eastern Wilderness, the cultivators of Shake Mountain Peak are the poorest.
Ji Zhenshi had to sell himself to the Xuan Xiao Corporation as a bodyguard to acquire a set of Rank-3 armor after his Core Formation. He is still working there, having to escort goods from time to time.
Upon hearing this, Chen Mobai felt slightly better knowing that Mu Hanxiong was also poor, therefore, his own loss was minimal.
“Junior brother, you can let Lian Chenghai deal with these pills. The cultivators from Lei Nation are gathered here already, so it should be easy to sell them. As for this flying sword, the value of magic artifacts has risen a lot due to the war between our two sects. If auctioned, it could probably fetch over two thousand spiritual stones.”
Yue Zutao’s suggestion resonated with Chen Mobai. However, this flying sword is of the earth-attribute, which is not compatible with his own. If kept for his disciples, it might have to be kept for a long time. It would be better to exchange it directly for resources that could enhance his combat abilities.
“Elder Brother Yue, do you have a Qingyang Fire Seed?”
Yue Zutao, one of the most outstanding Spirit Plant Masters in the Divine Wood Sect, was among the few Foundation Establishment cultivators who could take care of the sect’s Rank-3 Golden Sun Spirit Trees. These spirit trees might burst out Qingyang Fire Seeds under certain conditions during their promotion.
A Qingyang Spirit Tree that failed to level up successfully and a Golden Sun Spirit Tree that did level up successfully both have a chance to produce Qingyang Fire Seeds.
Being natural Spiritual Fire, the Divine Wood Sect would assign specific Spirit Plant Masters to collect them during the spirit tree’s promotion process. If lucky, they could collect a Qingyang Fire Seed from every ten Qingyang Spirit Trees that got promoted.
“I understand what Junior Brother Chen means. I see that your fire seed is about to advance to become a complete ‘Qingyang Fire.’ You want to merge two fire seeds to shorten this process, right?”
While saying this, Yue Zutao took out a clay pot from his own storage bag.
Upon opening and looking inside, Chen Mobai saw a Qingyang Fire Seed burning.