Chapter 202: Chapter 134: The Flas of War Will Burn to the Ends of the Earth_2
Many things couldn’t be bought with money.
“Which tribe?”
Jiang Yuhu cupped his hands, saying, “Suan Ni Tribe!”
“It is said that the spirit beasts of Suan Ni Tribe swallow and spit the world, condensing a trace of Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi!”
Chen Qing pondered for a mont, “Suan Ni Tribe is a major tribe, it might be a bit tricky.”
“First, go and inquire, what are the influential figures of the Suan Ni Tribe lacking?”
Instructing Jiang Yuhu to handle the task, Chen Qing practiced cultivation for another two hours, then went to manage thirty acres of Spiritual Field, and only then returned to the manor to continue eting with those production line cultivators of Ninth Transformation.
At night, before Chen Qing was about to head to the Linglong Divine Palace, he thought again that now there was only Wei Qingchen in the Foundation Establishnt stage, and it seed there were still too few people.
For things like purchasing Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi, it would be more appropriate for soone in the Foundation Establishnt stage to step forward.
If you send a Qi Refining Realm person, people would surely ignore you.
Moreover, a team of Qi Refining Realm bringing a large number of Spirit Stones for trade was quite risky.
It would be better to have more people in the Foundation Establishnt stage.
Fortunately, among the eleven subordinates of the Jiguang Sect, i Zuochen was soon to reach Foundation Establishnt, and a few others were close too.
As for the original eight people from Iron Flow Valley, their cultivation was too low, the highest now was only Qi Refining ninth layer.
However, Yuan Wujue had so potential, but Yuan Wujue acquired a spirit Gu and might want to use the spirit Gu to reach Foundation Establishnt, which was even more challenging and would take a long ti to settle before daring to establish the foundation.
Thinking of this, Chen Qing directly ordered, “Miao Xian, send three hundred low-grade Spirit Stones to each of the five Hu Kui who are soon reaching Foundation Establishnt, saying it is my aid for their Foundation Establishnt.”
Now that Spirit Stones were increasing, and Spiritual dicine couldn’t be consud temporarily, it was enough to support Chen Qing’s lavishness.
The days with Spirit Stones to spend were indeed comfortable.
These days, while Chen Qing was exploring the Linglong Divine Palace, he was also cultivating people, arranging the next season’s Spiritual dicine.
June fifteenth night.
Chen Qing consud five hundred jin of Spiritual dicine, and began cultivation again. After two hours of cultivation, he contentedly opened his eyes.
“It is ti to attend the gathering.”
And three hours earlier.
Xu Yaofeng submitted a report on his closed-door secluded cultivation of ten years, and after getting approval, imdiately set off for the Jiguang Sect branch near Ye City.
After just ten miles out of Ye City, Xu Yaofeng could barely suppress the death energy on him, his complexion extrely pale, as if he had a layer of frost on him.
“The foundation of the Jiguang Sect is truly extraordinary, willing to bring out a thousand-year-old longevity Gu, allowing to sever nine blades!”
“A hundred years of life, severing nine blades is like severing nine lifetis, it’s already the limit.”
“But it’s true, if the Master of the Mortal World hasn’t severed nine blades, how could others believe that I am the true Master of the Mortal World?”
Each hundred-year life Gu was worth a fortune.
A thousand-year-old longevity Gu, even in legends, was rare to find.
Longevity Gu has ten-year, hundred-year, and thousand-year types.
As for ten-thousand-year longevity Gu, Xu Yaofeng had never even heard of them, not even in legends.
Each type of longevity Gu could only be used once, aning at most it could extend life by one thousand one hundred ten years.
Such a supre treasure as a thousand-year-old longevity Gu, even for the entire Jiguang Sect, taking out one would be critically injuring.
When Xu Yaofeng requested a thousand-year-old longevity Gu, the high ranks of the Jiguang Sect were initially entirely unwilling.
But considering what Xu Yaofeng needed it for, the final requested objective was: Defeat the West Desert Buddha son.
Xu Yaofeng did not accept this task, he directly revealed his Light Butterfly.
After seeing Xu Yaofeng’s Light Butterfly, the high ranks of the Jiguang Sect asked him to wait, and within a month, they presented a thousand-year-old longevity Gu to him for extending life, to sever life.
Every severed blade was a severed lifeti, the entire person would transform and reach closer to the great DAO.
Having severed nine blades, Xu Yaofeng felt while walking that he was incomparably harmonized with this world, as if he had lived through nine lifetis of cultivation.
The Spiritual Energy in his body also beca more refined, adding a sense of ti-imbued DAO rhy, far exceeding ordinary Ghost Face Realm.
After severing nine blades, his physical body also beca more refined, as if possessing a Ghost God Body, crafted of bronze and iron.
With a single lift of an arm, he wielded the power of a dragon.
Arriving at the Jiguang Sect branch here, eighteen people had long been waiting.
A massive black locust tree, with clusters of pure white locust flowers hanging above.
Under the locust flower rain falling from the whole sky, a high-ranking Jiguang Sect mber wearing a golden ghost mask slowly approached him, “Yao Feng, on this journey to the Death Realm, do you know what you’re supposed to do?”
Xu Yaofeng stood facing the wind, “Annihilate the dragon clan!”
“This journey to the Death Realm is solely for dragon slaying!”
“For avenging our Jiguang Sect’s sha from that war three hundred years ago!”
The elder with the golden ghost mask roared with laughter, “Good, this is the treasure knife our Jiguang Sect bestows upon you, it may not be a King Gu, but it possesses the Break King power, and is called Dragon Slayer.”
“It isn’t a King Gu, yet it can withstand King’s Power, especially capable of breaking Dragon Power, now it is entrusted to you.”
Xu Yaofeng stepped forward, opening the box held by the elder, to reveal inside a golden treasure knife, its blade elongated and glowing icily.
He reached out to grasp it, quickly contracting it as a spiritual item Knife Gu.
Fastening this treasure knife to his waist, the Ghost Gate ahead opened under the ritual of over a hundred Jiguang Sect mbers, oozing dense death energy like black fog.
As Xu Yaofeng walked, a Ghost King Mask already appeared on his face.
This was not the Jiguang Sect’s Ghost Mask but one obtained after self-severing, symbolizing his cultivation, the Ghost King Mask.
Only those in the Foundation Establishnt Realm who self-severed at least seven blades would have such a Ghost King Mask.
Below seven blades were all Ghost General Masks.
The eighteen people behind him, likewise had Ghost General Masks appearing on their faces.
The Ghost Gate opened wide, and Xu Yaofeng imdiately stepped through, feeling a void beneath his feet, arriving in a completely unfamiliar place.
Here was utterly ravaged, with everything filled with post-death scenes, devoid of any living breath, only endless death.
Dense death energy scattered around like fog, clouds in the sky all full of holes.
The short hills severed at every inch, with crumbling walls and blue fla-burning sepulchers scattered about.
The Ghost Face Realm cultivators of the Jiguang Sect who had long awaited here weren’t initially bothered, even muttering complaints, “Damn it, just need a few Ghost Face Realm people, why should I personally greet?”
“Don’t they know Ghost Face Realm’s ti is precious?”
“I only have thirty years of life left, and you want to do this?”
But after seeing Xu Yaofeng appear, he dared not utter a single unnecessary word, because before his eyes appeared a Ghost King.
Xu Yaofeng stepped forward, and the eighteen people behind followed, taking out fragnts of a chariot and swiftly assembling them into a throne-sized carriage.
Xu Yaofeng looked at the Ghost Face Realm waiting for him, asking, “How many mbers does the dragon clan have now?”
“Eight hundred in the main division.”
Xu Yaofeng continued to ask, “And how many do we have?”
“Twelve hundred in the main division.”
Xu Yaofeng nodded with satisfaction, stepping onto the carriage lifted by the eighteen people. He took out the Mortal World Order representing his identity as the Master of the Mortal World and tossed it to the Ghost Face Realm, “Tell everyone, the Master of the Mortal World has returned, let everyone co to pay respects to .”
“Tell them, the Death Realm belongs to us, the Jiguang Sect.”
“And I, now intend to reclaim the Death Realm that has always been ours!”
Holding the Mortal World Order, the Ghost Face Realm’s body trembled slightly, suddenly feeling a great power surging toward him.
War was beginning.
And once this war began, it wouldn’t end for decades.
The flas of war would continuously burn, spreading to every corner of this already dead-silent world, reaching to the ends of the world.
Until this world welcod its true master.
Seated in the vast carriage, Xu Yaofeng waved to rge the Ghost King Mask back into his body.
He rubbed his face, ready to attend the gathering.
He restrained his recently exhibited vendetta, ensuring he turned back into the cautious Yao Feng instead of the fierce Xu Yaofeng, then wore the bronze ghost mask.
Looking around, Ji Ru had long arrived.
After a while, Murong Lang and Hu Yao also arrived.
The four of them didn’t utter a single word, quietly awaiting the true master to arrive here.
They were here to hear the will of Taichu.
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