Spirit Vessel

The Buddhist pills sold for 180 Golden String Spirit Pill - a total of 18,000,000 spirit stones.

Feiyun also earned a two-star badge after the purchase. This seemed to be useful so he threw it into his spatial stone.

Once he left the inner chamber, he hurriedly told the two to leave. He wasn’t that trusting of this place and many saw him buying the typha roots prior.

Their value was high enough for some elders to take action. All in all, lingering in this place would be idiotic.

“There’s something strange here for a half-demon to have so many spirit stones. He must have other treasures.” Three prodigies were waiting outside. Each had an imposing aura.

The passersby didn’t dare to look straight at them.

It was none other than Yu Shao, Ninth Master Gu, and Thirteenth Master Gu.

“Ninth Brother, let me capture them and see who they are?” Thirteenth Master Gu had a dragon-engraved spirit sword floating by his waist and a small ape standing on his shoulder. He gazed towards Feiyun’s direction.

“Why? We’re a medial clan who hold other ancient clans in disdain, let alone three half-demons. Just a few spirit stones, don’t be greedy over this. If we don’t do it cleanly enough, it’ll harm our reputation.” Ninth Master Gu rebuked.

“My mistake, Ninth Brother. A member of a medial clan should have more pride than this.” Thirteen Master Gu responded.

“Haha, you’re indeed one of the top talents in your clan, not even caring about several hundred thousand spirit stones, how admirable.” Yu Shao laughed.

“Aren’t you quite proud too?” Ninth Master Gu said.

“I would be tempted for ten million stones and might have made my move already since dealing with half-demons will be as easy as picking stones off the ground. However, this sum isn’t enough. As you said, it might harm the clan’s reputation, not worth it.” Yu Shao responded.

“Others are interested though, they’re pursuing.”

“Keke, let’s go take a look. When necessary, we can even help them to bolster our prestige for helping the weak. We’ll definitely win the half-demon slaves over in our clan. The old geezers might look at us differently too.”

“Having a good reputation is indeed necessary in order to become the clan’s successor.”

***

Crimson Leaf’s gravity was extremely strong. Feiyun himself couldn’t fly right now.

The three were dozens of miles away from the ice palace. Feiyun stopped; his eyes turned cold: “We’re being followed.”

Ye Xiaomu and Li Lang immediately took out their weapons and protected Feiyun’s left and right. They were ready to fight.

“Haha, decent awareness.” Four old men in gray manifested out of thin air. All were in the Nirvana realm. They have taken off their stealth talismans.

“We want those typha roots, don’t even think about it, Life Sect.” Three more emerged from space, also elderly. They had a black tiger spirit beast exuding a chilling aura behind them.

The first group’s expression soured. One of them stepped forward, extremely tall with bell-like eyes. He coldly uttered: “The Ning from Stone Domain, you dare to compete against us?”

“Keke, we have been around for 60,000 years, you think we’re afraid of your sect?” Ning Jing snorted.

The two sides thought that Feiyun’s group was already in the bag and only competed with each other.

Feiyun became impatient, not wanting to hear this crap since more people could come. He said: “Are you finished? Actually introducing yourselves while acting like bandits. You think you can actually do it?”

The two sides were surprised. The tall old man from the ancient sect uttered coldly: “Worm, I can kill you with one slap.”

He towered at seven meters; his arm was thicker than a big bucket. He belonged to the barbarian clan and was at the second level of Nirvana.

His hands seemed to be made from bronze. One palm strike issued loud gales.

Feiyun looked like a baby compared to him but he wasn’t deterred at all. He activated all twelve phoenix bones and retaliated with a palm strike.

“Boom!” The old man staggered backward, nearly toppling over. His hand was numb; his bones felt broken.

“A bigger body doesn’t mean more strength.” Feiyun stepped forward and summoned his weapon essence.

It turned into a nine-meter saber. He raised it with both hands while taking one step back for more momentum. He then leaped forward for a vertical slash.

“Boom!” The old man used a fourth-ranked iron rod covered in formations and spirit stones.

However, the weapon essence easily cut it into two pieces.

“How?!” His eyes widened in disbelief.

“Pluff!” The glint of Feiyun’s saber swept by and decapitated the old man. Blood gushed from the neck hole and began to burn in the air. The old man’s body turned to ashes in no time at all.

Feiyun landed on the ground, posing coolly with his saber while glaring at the two sides.

A first-level half-demon actually killed a second-level human. This should be impossible but it actually happened.

Half-demons were weak and wretched. How could this one be so strong?

“You’re courting death!” The remaining three from the ancient sect summoned their weapon and attacked at the same time.

They were at the first and second level, serving as elders in the clan. They had plenty of battle experience and were confident in beating this young half-demon.

“You’re asking for it.” Feiyun stomped on the ground and turned into a tornado with his saber pressed forward.

This tornado form then moved forward like a ray through the three old men.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Their weapons were instantly severed by the saber.

“Big Dipper Thunder!” One of them released a palm-sized jade talisman at Feiyun.

This was an offensive talisman capable of injuring a third-level cultivator. It released a lightning bolt from above.

“You’re dead! What a waste of my talisman.” The old man bellowed.

“Pluff!” A white ray split him into two flying halves.

Feiyun was covered in lightning bolts but a golden radiance and the twelve phoenix bones began to absorb the lightning power.

His body was cracked in several places but his battle spirit surged to the next level. After all, his physical constitution was greater than a third-level cultivator.

The saber then turned into two flying swords, piercing the remaining old men. They fell onto a puddle of their own blood.

He then healed at a visible rate while issuing a holy aura. A Buddhist halo appeared behind him as he coldly uttered: “Members of the Ning, do you still want my typha?”

They were frightened by his decisive and murderous nature. Four elders from Life Sect died in no time at all.

This battle prowess was truly frightening. They were about as strong as the dead group and had no chance of suppressing Feiyun. Potentially throwing their lives for some typha roots wasn’t worth it.

“We’re leaving!” They jumped on top of the black tiger and fled right away.

“Wow, Brother Feng! You’re so strong, even scaring away those Ning elders.” Li Lang had nothing but admiration for Feiyun. He wondered when he could become as strong as his idol.

Ye Xiaomu, on the other hand, worried about Feiyun’s wounds. That lightning talisman was devastating.

“My wounds are fine.” Feiyun stared at the sky and said: “There are other hidden cultivators that might attack whenever, we need to return to the main branch now.”