"Elder Ren, please exchange two portions of Heavenly Fiend for me."
Just then, a young man pushed through the crowd and rushed over, expertly tossing his Identity Token over.
Ren Xiaoxiao looked up slightly and smiled, "Sorry, there's only one Heavenly Fiend left. Would you like to exchange it?"
"Um?"
The young man stood beside Jiang Ping, exuding a powerful aura, causing some people nearby to involuntarily take a few steps back.
Upon hearing this, he immediately frowned and said:
"Elder Ren, are you trying to deceive me? The Heavenly Fiend only arrived today; there should be several portions."
Ren Xiaoxiao's eyes darkened slightly. "You dare to question me?"
The young man's expression changed slightly, and he quickly apologized, "I absolutely wouldn't dare."
Ren Xiaoxiao came from the inner sect and had cultivated her skills in the Qingling Palace for many years. Her background was far stronger than his, and she was someone that he, Guest Elder, could not afford to offend.
A moment later, the young man smiled again, exchanged the last item with Ren Xiaoxiao, then turned to Jiang Ping, casually draped his arm over the other's shoulder, and chuckled:
"Brother, can I talk to you about something?"
What is it?
Jiang Ping turned his head and looked at him with a smile.
When the young man saw Jiang Ping's face, his expression changed instantly. He quickly moved his hand away, forcing a smile, and said, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
After saying that, he took the last bit of Heavenly Fiend and fled the place as fast as oil on his feet.
Ren Xiaoxiao looked at the man's back and couldn't help but sneer:
"A bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong."
The young man was none other than the Guest Elder who questioned Liu Ruhai when Jiang Ping and Ren Xiaoxiao first attended the elders' meeting.
The opponent's strength was mediocre among the elders, but he had a senior brother who could rival a True Saint, so he acted quite domineeringly in Nine Clouds City and had some reputation.
Of course, the recent incident of Jiang Pingping, Ji Wushuang, and the other two threatening Liu Ruhai has already shaken the entire circle of retainers.
No matter how arrogant this young man was, he wouldn't dare to be arrogant enough to challenge Jiang Ping.
Jiang Ping's eyes were strange. It seemed that he had gained considerable influence in Nine Clouds City through his relationship with Brother Ji, and no one dared to cause him trouble.
At this moment, Ren Xiaoxiao withdrew her gaze and looked at Jiang Ping, who had not yet left, and smiled, "Elder Jiang, would you like to exchange for some more resources?"
Jiang Ping nodded and said, "Give me one serving of Phoenix Baleful Intent."
"Phoenix Baleful Intent?!"
Ren Xiaoxiao was startled.
The Strange Baleful Intent takes the form of a phoenix, hence the name Phoenix Baleful Intent. Among all kinds of strange evil spirits, this is a legendary resource.
Such evil spirits are extremely dangerous, and some cannot be used for body tempering at all.
Phoenix Baleful Intent, for example, is not a resource belonging to the body-refining system. Few people refine it into their bodies; it is mostly used for weapon crafting.
Do you have any in stock?
Jiang Ping spoke again.
Ren Xiaoxiao glanced at him a few more times, but ultimately didn't ask any more questions. She proudly replied, "Of course! My Qingling Palace is renowned throughout the South Heaven Departmental Prefecture, its fame resounding Four Seas Eight Desolates. All resources that have appeared in this continent, or even in the surrounding areas, can be added to my Qingling Treasure Vault. Tell me, do you want half a portion or a whole portion?"
One serving, please.
15,000 contribution points deducted
Remaining contribution points: 73996
Jiang Ping felt another pang of heartache, but he had no choice in order to continue his cultivation.
In the Foundation Establishment Chapter of the "Human Emperor Scripture," the third and fourth refinements both require drawing evil spirits into the body to refine the five internal organs and strengthen the precious bones.
The third refinement was fine, but the fourth refinement required a high level of evil spirit, and only legendary-grade evil spirits could be refined.
So, despite his current wealth and power, it's uncertain whether his contribution points will be enough to sustain him through the fourth stage of cultivation.
After obtaining the Phoenix Baleful Intent, Jiang Ping left the Spirit Treasure Pavilion.
Upon returning to the Palace, he immediately went into seclusion.
"We can now complete this final trial!"
Jiang Ping took a deep breath. He had been stuck in this training for several months, but now he had finally exchanged for the last of the resources he needed to break through his body training progress.
Without hesitation, he opened the jade bottle, and instantly a grayish-white Sha Qi emanated from it.
The power of this strange object was terrifying. Jiang Ping saw that as this evil aura filled the Quiet room, the temperature of the space plummeted, and the steaming hot tea placed next to him was instantly frozen into ice cubes.
When this Sha Qi swept over him, Jiang Ping couldn't help but shiver, feeling his blood flow slow down.
Thump!
As the thunderous sound resounded, all the acupoints in his body were passively activated, like countless Thunder Dragons roaring, the surging power was like the Heaven Opening and Earth Creation and earth.
His veins trembled, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and the image of a dragon and a tiger appeared behind him, making him appear sacred and solemn.
At that moment, Jiang Ping realized he was normal again.
He looked at the room filled with grayish-white mist and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Let alone the legendary Phoenix Baleful Intent, even the first-class Heavenly Fiend this time is extremely terrifying. It has very high requirements for the Martial Artists who want to refine it. If their strength is insufficient, they may be injured and frozen to death by the backlash of the Sha Qi.
"Let's begin."
Jiang Ping stopped dawdling and immediately began to circulate the teachings of the Human Emperor Scripture. His acupoints and meridians resonated, and the mysterious cultivation path formed a large cycle. He absorbed the grayish-white Sha Qi, which then entered his body through the pores of his entire body.
"Snort!"
Jiang Ping snorted coldly, instantly feeling his Blood Qi surge and the world spin.
A mouthful of sweetness got stuck in his throat, but he forced it back down.
Jiang Ping flushed red, and all the cells in his body were undergoing rapid changes. His internal organs felt as if he were going through the Nine Netherworlds Yellow Springs, and the frost there stung his bones and froze his entire body.
Fortunately, he persevered and remained lucid throughout.
This was not the first time Jiang Ping had refined Sha Qi; he had experienced different kinds of pain several times before, so experiencing it again now was nothing out of the ordinary.
For him, cultivating in Nine Clouds City was a wonderful thing. He was not afraid of being targeted by powerful external enemies. How wonderful it was! What did this little bit of suffering matter?
Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, the Sha Qi that filled the Quiet room gradually thinned out...
Two months later.
In a mansion, a slightly plump old man in a Daoist robe is playing Go with someone.
Just then, the young Daoist priest approached respectfully with a small booklet and said:
"Sir, this is a detailed breakdown of resource inflows and outflows for this period, delivered by the steward of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion. Please take a look."
The elderly man in the Daoist robe didn't even look up, and casually said, "Put it aside."
He focused intently on the game until he won by half a point, then a smile played on his lips as he happily picked up the booklet.
He casually flipped through the pages of his Daoist robe.
For him, this was just routine. He didn't care if someone under him embezzled money, as long as they didn't cross his bottom line, he wouldn't investigate further.
After a short while, having examined most of the Daoist robe, he nodded and said:
"Recently, Spirit Treasure Pavilion's resources have been depleted quite quickly, so we'll have to go on another long trip to restock."
Across from him, the sword-wielding man who had lost the game laughed:
"The news of the Falling Moon Ruins has spread. Those kids all know the risks of this trip, and they definitely want to improve their strength as quickly as possible to ensure their safety."
The Daoist priest said nonchalantly, "Risk and reward are mutually reinforcing. That's the Falling Moon Ruins. Ordinary forces aren't even qualified to access it; it requires the protection of several True Saints. You could say it's quite a stroke of luck."
"Uh-huh."
The Daoist priest turned to a certain page, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Two old lads actually traded their possessions for a chance to cultivate in the Heavenly Heart Cave. They both simulated the True Saint Tribulation there. Not bad, one failed and one succeeded. If the old lad who succeeded can successfully overcome the True Saint Tribulation, it will be a great honor for Qingling."
Opposite him, the white-haired man with a sword on his back shook his head and said, "It's easier said than done. It requires strength, and also a certain amount of luck."
"Um?"
The Daoist priest noticed another resource exchange detail and frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, dismissing it and turning the page again.
"What's wrong?"
The White-haired Man noticed the change in his friend's expression and couldn't help but become curious.