Phoenix Soul Blood Incense

Ning Zhuo was filled with a sense of urgency.

He didn't know when the subsequent competitors would have their souls hooked and enter the Magma Immortal Palace to undergo trials.

It was very possible that in the next moment, Meng Chong would enter the palace, clear all the stages, enter the preparation room, and discover Ning Zhuo's name.

That person has Superior Grade immortal aptitude!

Is there any way to rapidly increase my soul's foundation by at least double in a short period?

Ning Zhuo frowned tightly and opened several drawers.

These drawers were filled with Jade Slips.

Each Jade Slip had a simple label.

Ning Zhuo rummaged through them, pulled out a Jade Slip, and placed it against his brow.

He drew Divine Sense from his Upper Dantian Divine Sea, probed into the Jade Slip, and browsed the information.

From the moment he started earning Spirit Stones, he began collecting intelligence from the outside world. This good habit had continued for over a decade.

It was precisely by relying on this intelligence that he gained a deeper understanding of Fire Persimmon Immortal City. Otherwise, with his Qi Refining Stage cultivation, how could he understand cultivators like those in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages?

Although much of the information was superficial, Ning Zhuo persisted for over a decade, continuously collecting, comparing the development of events, and pondering.

Ning Zhuo looked through multiple Jade Slips, primarily searching for information related to souls.

Eleven years ago.

A Demonic Cultivator named Hua Qianhun arrived outside Fire Persimmon Immortal City. She planted flowers in a valley near the city, causing a sea of flowers to spread across the mountains and fields, creating rumors of a rare flower appearing. Many people were attracted and entered the sea of flowers, their souls extracted and used as fertilizer. Ultimately, a rare flower did appear, named Soul Essence Flower. Hua Qianhun immediately plucked it and quickly fled.

Eight years ago.

News about the appearance of the Seven Stars Lamp spread widely in the cultivation world. Fire Persimmon Immortal City also learned of this matter.

The Seven Stars Lamp was created by Kong Riyue, a famous prime minister of the Green Mountain Kingdom. He wanted to defy fate and change his destiny, so he created this lamp, intending to use the power of the stars to replace a part of his soul with a Heavenly Soul. Ultimately, he failed due to the sabotage by Dai Yan, an insider from the Hegemon Weapon Kingdom.

The appearance of the Seven Stars Lamp caused ripples in several countries at the time, attracting countless cultivators to fight over it, and almost triggered a war between the Green Mountain Kingdom and the Hegemon Weapon Kingdom.

Five years ago.

A Golden Core cultivator from the Sacred Ape Sect traveled the world and came to Fire Persimmon Immortal City. During his stay, something went wrong with his cultivation technique, causing him to suffer from Qi deviation. His soul actually merged with his spirit beast, the Raging Fire Heart Ape. This caused considerable damage to Fire Persimmon Immortal City at the time, and it took several Golden Core cultivators working together to kill him.

Four years ago.

A large number of ghost fires appeared in the cemetery at the foot of Fire Persimmon Immortal City's mountain, leading to a temporary trend of collecting ghost fires.

Three years ago.

Seven hundred li outside Fire Persimmon Immortal City, there was a withered mountain. Within a dead valley in the mountain, a pool of Yellow Springs appeared, attracting many cultivators to compete for it.

Two years ago.

A Nine Nether Black Death Cat appeared near Fire Persimmon Immortal City. The City Lord personally went into battle and fought for three days and three nights before driving it away.

The aftermath of the battle deeply affected hundreds of li of mountain forests.

Many mountain ranges were shrouded in death energy, and a hundred ghosts roamed at night.

Fire Persimmon Immortal City was also affected. The City Lord ordered a large number of cultivators to continuously leave the city, clear the surrounding areas, and restore the mountains and rivers. The Southern Bean Dynasty allocated disaster relief funds and distributed a large amount of supplies, which finally revived the natural vitality of the surrounding world.

A year ago.

Grandmaster Alchemist Sun Lie came to Fire Persimmon Immortal City to visit a friend. He was entrusted by the Zhou Family to refine the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill using the soul and essence blood of a phoenix-attributed bird. On the day the pill was completed, phoenix cries echoed through the beams for three days, becoming a wonder of the city.

Eighteen pills were completed. Twelve were delivered to the Zhou Family, and the remaining six caused intense competition among the cultivators, resulting in one death and three injuries. The murderer, Han Ming, is still at large...

"Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill." A sharp glint flashed in Ning Zhuo's eyes.

He knew about this pill. It was blood-red like cinnabar, with a refreshing fragrance, and possessed extremely strong soul-nourishing and recovery effects.

Ning Zhuo took out his token and threw it outwards.

The token disintegrated in the air, quickly transforming into a suit of armor.

Azure Iron Han Armor.

After the Immortal Palace bombing operation, the Han Armor was severely damaged, especially in the back. The greater loss came from its interior. The Foundation Establishment Pill, which served as a crucial mechanical component, was now only one-tenth of its original amount.

"There's no other way, I have to act!"

Ning Zhuo drilled into the Azure Iron Han Armor. He bent down and propped himself up with a cane. After a flash of light and shadow, the Han Armor's face mask transformed into an old man with a weathered face, dark purple eye bags, and deep wrinkles. He wore a tattered leather cloak. The Bangs Haired Dead Whip disassembled and disguised itself as hair, hanging from his head to his feet.

The Tassel-Haired Wanderer made his appearance again.

Ning Zhuo stood in the corner and activated the teleportation array.

The next moment, he entered the depths of the underground.

He walked out of the teleportation room, passed the massive pill furnace used for cremating corpses, and his hunched figure gradually disappeared into the underground secret passage.

Fire Persimmon Immortal City, Black Market.

In the courtyard, a cultivator knelt on the ground.

His body trembled, his face was bruised and swollen, and he was filled with fear and anxiety. He cupped his hands and begged for mercy, "Boss Sun, I will definitely repay the money I owe. I can definitely repay it! You have to believe me, I..."

Pfft.

The next moment, a flash of blade light appeared, and one of the kneeling cultivator's arms was directly severed.

"Ah—!"

The kneeling cultivator was stunned for a moment, then began to howl, his voice tragic.

He clutched his severed arm, falling to the ground, the intense pain making him writhe.

Blood spurted from the large wound, quickly forming a pool of blood.

Boss Sun chuckled, enjoying the tragic sight before him.

He had short, black hair, chubby cheeks with two patches of red blush, looking very cute.

His eyes were large, with clear black and white. His skin was tender and smooth, and his figure was small, overall resembling a three or four-year-old child.

This was all because he had accidentally consumed a Face-Fixing Pill when he was an infant and then cultivated a special technique.

Boss Sun was a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, his full name was Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong sneered disdainfully, "You still want to lie to me? I've been in charge of the black market for so long, and it's all thanks to these eyes of mine. I'm the best at reading people. Do you think you can fool my spiritual eyes?"

As he spoke, he fiddled with the dagger.

The dagger was extremely sharp, fluttering between Sun Lingtong's incredibly flexible wrists and fingers, like a butterfly spreading its wings and dancing in the moonlight.

Just then, a cultivator respectfully stepped forward, stood beside Sun Lingtong, and whispered something in his ear.

Sun Lingtong immediately put away his smile, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Clean up. We have a distinguished guest arriving," Sun Lingtong waved his hand, and immediately two burly body cultivators with scarred faces jogged over.

One of them directly twisted the neck of the cultivator with the severed arm and carried the corpse away.

The other used a spell to clean up the small courtyard.

A moment later, the Tassel-Haired Wanderer was led into the small courtyard.

Sun Lingtong opened his arms and walked towards the Tassel-Haired Wanderer with a smile, "My brother, what brings you here?"

The Tassel-Haired Wanderer's voice was hoarse, and his expression was indifferent, "Boss Sun, this time, I do have something to ask of you."

"I want to make a move on Sun Lie."

Sun Lingtong's pupils contracted sharply.