All the Evil Cults Come Calling

Jiang Chuan had only been prepared to get a few thousand, maybe ten thousand, yuan.

He never imagined Meng Nanxi would be so generous!

Whether cultivation arts, pills, weapons, or battle armor, all of them were strictly controlled by the Great Xia authorities.

Even money could hardly buy them!

"Meng Nanxi—no, Rich Woman Meng—no, Campus Belle Meng, does your family have any pills that can help speed up visualization?"

Jiang Chuan's foremost goal was still to enter the Elite Class.

"Pills that strengthen the soul are relatively scarce. I already took the one that was recently refined."

Meng Nanxi ignored the way he had addressed her as Rich Woman Meng.

"In ten days, when the new batch of pills is ready, I can give you one."

"Ten days..."

Jiang Chuan felt that even without that pill, he could complete his visualization and enter the Elite Class.

"Does your family have the Thunder Sound Profound Art?"

He had obtained the Bald Man's heavy spear and B-grade Battle Armor, so he lacked neither weapon nor armor.

The Kui Niu Divine Spear could be performed with a heavy spear, but it had to be paired with the Thunder Sound Profound Art to unleash its greatest power.

After saying that, Jiang Chuan realized he might be asking too much.

As the cultivation art of the Divine Beast Kui Niu, the Thunder Sound Profound Art had to be extraordinarily precious.

Its value far surpassed that of a squirrel that did not even qualify as a demonic beast.

"The Thunder Sound Profound Art... I'm not sure whether my family has this lightning-element cultivation art."

Meng Nanxi nodded. "I'll go back and look. If I can't find it, I'll bring you another lightning-element cultivation art."

"With a lightning-element cultivation art to complement it, you can restore one-tenth of the Kui Niu Divine Spear's power. That should be enough to level mountains and shatter peaks."

Thinking it over, Jiang Chuan agreed. "Then it's settled."

Jiang Chuan then picked the squirrel up from the ground and handed it to Meng Nanxi.

Meng Nanxi raised both hands and caught the limp squirrel.

She gently stroked its red fur, smooth as satin, and her large eyes nearly curved into crescents.

"So smooth. As expected of a creature with divine beast bloodline!"

"Let me pet it too."

Xiang Yining promptly joined in, becoming another member of the squirrel-petting army.

Crack!

Wei Dong broke apart the last wild walnut.

"This little bit isn't nearly enough to fill us up."

Although there was quite a lot in the squirrel's tree hollow, it was nowhere near enough to feed four people.

Before long, the four of them had wiped out the pile of wild walnuts, hazelnuts, and red dates.

Jiang Chuan patted his buttocks and got up from the ground.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. The squirrel might have more than one tree hollow too. Let's look around some more."

The four of them immediately began searching for tree hollows again.

A moment later, Jiang Chuan spotted a dead tree with a pitch-black hollow.

The hollow was large. When Jiang Chuan poked his head inside, he saw plenty of wild walnuts, hazelnuts, and red dates.

Jiang Chuan immediately called the other three over. "Come here! I found another one of that squirrel's tree hollows!"

"Great!"

Still not full, the three of them hurried over at once.

Jiang Chuan began scooping things out of the hollow by the handful.

Looking at the squirrel in her pocket, Meng Nanxi smiled. "I couldn't tell before, but you little thing are quite capable."

"Squeak!"

The squirrel answered Meng Nanxi with an angry cry.

"Huh? What is this?"

At that moment, Jiang Chuan suddenly froze, having felt a chill.

Pulling his hand out of the tree hollow, Jiang Chuan finally saw the true form of the object in his palm.

It was a stone about as long as his index finger. The entire stone was pitch-black, like obsidian, but strangely, its surface was covered in blood-red patterns.

"This thing looks kind of familiar." Xiang Yining examined the unusual stone in Jiang Chuan's hand.

Meng Nanxi looked astonished. "This is Blood-Patterned Iron!"

"What?!"

Wei Dong's eyes went wide. "This is the legendary Blood-Patterned Iron?!!"

"What is Blood-Patterned Iron?" Jiang Chuan asked curiously.

"Normally, whether weapons or magic treasures, they basically cannot be stored in the Upper Dantian—the Sea of Consciousness mentioned in Daoist scriptures."

Meng Nanxi explained, "But Blood-Patterned Iron is different. It can be stored in the Sea of Consciousness. Think about it: when you clash with an enemy, what happens if a tiny sword as long as an index finger suddenly shoots out from between their brows?"

Jiang Chuan shuddered.

If an enemy truly did as Meng Nanxi described, he might already have had his head pierced by a sword!

"Moreover, magic treasures and weapons forged from Blood-Patterned Iron are far more powerful than ordinary materials when driven by Divine Sense."

Meng Nanxi continued, "A cultivator once ran a test. He could normally control a sword with Divine Sense at only one times the speed of sound, but when driving Blood-Patterned Iron, he could reach twice the speed of sound."

"Twice the speed of sound!"

Jiang Chuan's face filled with longing. If he could control a sword at twice the speed of sound, killing Blood Sea Divine Cult Followers would surely be as easy as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.

Looking at the Blood-Patterned Iron in his hand, Jiang Chuan sighed softly.

"Unfortunately, there isn't enough Blood-Patterned Iron here to forge a flying sword."

"If you really had that much Blood-Patterned Iron, your home would be lively indeed."

Hearing Meng Nanxi's words, Jiang Chuan nodded thoughtfully. "If such a rare treasure appeared and I had the money, I'd probably go buy it too."

Meng Nanxi shook her head. "What I mean is, all the evil cults in Nandu City would probably come calling at your home."

Jiang Chuan: "..."

All evil cults deserved to die!

Evil cults trying to steal Jiang Chuan's treasures were even more unforgivably wicked!

"I saw online that even the cheapest Blood-Patterned Iron costs five million per gram, and it's something money can't even buy."

Wei Dong said enviously, "That chunk has to weigh at least ten grams. Jiang Chuan, you've really struck it rich!"

"This Blood-Patterned Iron was discovered by all of us together."

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, Meng Nanxi's voice rang out.

"Without you, we would have lost the squirrel long ago. In theory, all the spoils here should belong to you."

"That's right. Although the Blood-Patterned Iron is worth a great deal of money, it really is your spoil of war." Xiang Yining forced her gaze away from the Blood-Patterned Iron in Jiang Chuan's hand.

Wei Dong nodded. "That whatshername is right."

Xiang Yining gritted her teeth. "I'm not whatshername. My name is Xiang Yining."

"I'm not whatshername either. My name is Wei Dong."

Xiang Yining snorted coldly. "Petty man."

Wei Dong refused to yield. "Petty woman."

Seeing the conflict gradually escalate, Jiang Chuan and Meng Nanxi each grabbed one of them and pulled them apart.

"Campus Belle Meng, how should Blood-Patterned Iron be forged?"

Jiang Chuan slipped the Blood-Patterned Iron into his pocket, then reached into the tree hollow again and grabbed a handful of red dates and wild walnuts.

A thumb-sized piece of Blood-Patterned Iron was indeed useless against demonic beasts that were often several or even dozens of meters long.

But for killing people—killing Blood Sea Divine Cult Follower elders—it was absolutely a sharp weapon!

Rumble!!!

Before Meng Nanxi could answer, Jiang Chuan heard an ear-splitting roar.

Looking toward the sound, Jiang Chuan saw thick smoke and flames soaring into the sky in the distance.

"Human cultivators are fighting demonic beasts! Everyone, get back to the truck at once!"

Wu Jing's roar immediately rang through the Mountain Peaks.

"Go! Hurry!"

Jiang Chuan immediately sprinted down the mountain.

Meng Nanxi, Wei Dong, and the others sprinted down the mountain with Jiang Chuan.