Spirit Beast Blood

Zhang Tie slowly opened his storage bag and scanned its contents. There were now only about fifty low-grade spirit stones left inside.

He frowned slightly, pondering that this amount of spirit stones would likely not be enough to purchase demonic blood.

Zhang Tie then looked at the low-grade magic artifacts lying quietly in his storage bag: a ruler and a small sword.

After a difficult decision, he finally steeled himself and decided to sell the ruler-shaped low-grade magic artifact to get spirit stones.

With his mind made up, Zhang Tie didn't hesitate. He got up, went out, and hurried straight towards the Artifact Refining Hall.

"Thirty spirit stones? Senior Brother, are you kidding me?" Zhang Tie's face was full of disbelief, his voice laced with urgency.

"The unified recycling price for low-grade magic artifacts is fixed. No bargaining," the young man behind the counter said expressionlessly, his tone cold.

Zhang Tie left the Artifact Refining Hall with a sense of helplessness. The price was truly exorbitant. As far as he knew, a Grade 1 low-grade magic artifact was definitely worth more than fifty low-grade spirit stones.

Afterward, Zhang Tie headed directly to the spirit beast garden to inquire about the price of spirit beast blood.

As soon as Zhang Tie stepped into the management office of the spirit beast garden, he looked up and saw a young girl around sixteen years old.

She had a beautiful face, her fair skin flushed with a faint blush, like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom in spring, delicate and charming.

Beneath her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of clear, bright eyes sparkled with intelligence and spirit. As her gaze shifted, it seemed capable of seeing into people's hearts.

She wore her hair in neat twin buns, adorned with a few simple yet exquisite silver hairpins. They swayed slightly with her movements, flashing with tiny glints of light, like scattered stars.

The young girl was dressed in a pale green narrow-sleeved shirt and skirt. Her robes fluttered, and her skirt was embroidered with clusters of simple, elegant small flowers, making her appear fresh and refined, as if she were a fairy descended to the mortal realm.

A white silk ribbon was tied around her waist, further accentuating her slender figure. She stood tall and graceful.

Her lips curved upwards, always carrying a kind and sweet smile. That smile seemed capable of dispelling the gloom in customers' hearts, bringing a sense of warmth. Zhang Tie was momentarily mesmerized, wanting to get closer.

"Junior Brother, who are you looking for?" The long-robed young girl suddenly looked up. Seeing Zhang Tie's dazed expression, she smiled and asked.

Zhang Tie snapped back to reality, quickly cupped his fists in a salute, and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister. I wanted to ask if you sell spirit beast blood here."

"Of course, we have spirit beast blood. It just depends on which kind you want," the young girl replied with a slight smile.

"Then please, Senior Sister, introduce them to me."

"Spirit beast blood is also classified according to the demonic beast's grade. We have Grade 1 low-grade, Grade 1 mid-grade, and Grade 1 high-grade spirit beast blood, and the prices vary. Grade 1 low-grade spirit beast blood sells for fifteen low-grade spirit stones per bottle, mid-grade for forty low-grade spirit stones, and high-grade for one hundred low-grade spirit stones," the young girl explained patiently to Zhang Tie.

"Um, can I exchange magic artifacts here?" Zhang Tie asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Yes, you can."

The young girl was slightly taken aback. She thought to herself that the spirit beast garden's price for purchasing magic artifacts was twenty percent lower than that of the sect's market. Therefore, people rarely exchanged magic artifacts directly. It seemed this young man didn't know about the sect's market.

"Then see how much this can be exchanged for?" Zhang Tie took out the ruler-shaped magic artifact and carefully handed it to the young girl.

The young girl examined the magic artifact in her hand carefully and tested it. "This can be exchanged for one bottle of Grade 1 mid-grade spirit beast blood."

"And give me two more bottles of Grade 1 low-grade spirit beast blood." Zhang Tie thought for a moment, then took out thirty low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and placed them on the counter.

The young girl collected the spirit stones and then took out three porcelain bottles from a storage bag, placing them on the counter.

Zhang Tie picked up a bottle of Grade 1 low-grade spirit beast blood, gently opened it, and a surge of astonishing, violent spiritual energy burst out. He quickly closed the porcelain bottle, put away the remaining two bottles, and prepared to leave.

"If you want to sell magic artifacts in the future, you can go to the sect's market. The prices there will be higher," Zhang Tie heard the young girl's voice from behind him before he had walked far.

Zhang Tie paused, then turned around and cupped his fists in a salute: "Thank you, Senior Sister." With that, he hurriedly left the spirit beast garden.

Returning to his residence, Zhang Tie calmed his mind and focused, recalling the content of the first rotation of the Nine Revolutions Undying Body cultivation technique. He then opened the porcelain bottle of Grade 1 low-grade spirit beast blood.

Feeling the violent spiritual energy, Zhang Tie gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and poured in a drop. Immediately, he began to circulate the first rotation of the Nine Revolutions Undying Body cultivation technique.

As soon as the spirit beast blood entered his abdomen, a violent force exploded within him. But at this moment, the circulating cultivation technique guided the drop of spirit beast blood to slowly disperse and break down into smaller and smaller particles, then slowly entered Zhang Tie's entire body according to the technique's guidance.

As the cultivation technique circulated, Zhang Tie's forehead veins bulged, and he was covered in sweat. His entire body felt as if it were in a furnace, undergoing constant smelting and scorching.

After about an hour, Zhang Tie let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. He was soaked through, and a foul, fishy smell permeated his body. His skin was covered in fine dirt.

"This should be the impurities expelled from my body," he thought. Zhang Tie then got up, walked to a secluded spot outside, looked around to make sure no one was there, took off his clothes, and used the Water Gathering Technique and Dust Removal Technique to thoroughly wash himself clean.

He put on clean clothes and returned to the house.

Zhang Tie sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully sensing the changes in his body. He felt that his physique had become more solid, and his strength seemed to have increased slightly, though not very noticeably.

Zhang Tie took out the porcelain bottle containing spirit beast blood, opened it again, poured another drop into his mouth, and then closed his eyes to begin circulating the cultivation technique.

Time flew by as he cultivated. More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Zhang Tie had been cultivating in his room. To save time, he had also placed a wooden bucket in the room. After each cultivation session, he would wash himself clean in it, pour out the dirty water, refill it with clean water, and use it again for the next cultivation.

However, after he had consumed an entire bottle of spirit beast blood, his body produced little to no impurities, or at most, very few. In half a month, Zhang Tie had completely refined and absorbed the spirit beast blood from two bottles of Grade 1 low-grade spirit beast blood. He felt completely renewed from head to toe, and every movement was filled with power.

He was very confident that he could defeat Geng Daxin in just a few breaths.

His current physical condition was definitely at the intermediate level of Qi Cultivation, or even higher.

The immense power gave Zhang Tie great confidence. He felt he had finally found his own path to cultivation.

For a moment, he was filled with aspirations for his immortal journey, as if his great life's work was within reach.

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