Bloodfiend Island.
Inside the cave abode.
Now that he had sole possession of a fourth-rank high-grade spirit island, Fang Qing felt his Devouring Sea Method circulating every moment, his mana growing stronger day by day.
Sitting cross-legged, he slowly sorted through the gains he had made during this period.
Spirit stones and herbs beyond count—piled up like mountains and seas—along with seven half-damaged fourth-rank mid-grade puppets he had picked up as though collecting trash, vast quantities of materials for refining high-rank puppets, jade slips—
It had to be said that the ten-thousand-year accumulations of Bloodfiend Island and the Heavenly Mechanism Gate were indeed immensely satisfying.
Beyond that, there were the Heavenly Mechanism Gate's secret puppets and Spiritual Sense techniques, as well as all manner of Bloodfiend Island demonic arts—
Even within the spirit herb gardens most secretly hidden by those two great powers, ten-thousand-year spirit herbs were far from rare. They had allowed Fang Qing to gather nearly half the ingredients for the Five Sacred Origin Pill and Primordial Spirit Pill—
"Sure enough—I've made a killing!"
"With so many benefits in hand, I can probably enter seclusion and cultivate straight to Nascent Soul Perfection! Then all that remains is Spirit Transformation!"
Fang Qing smiled faintly, then took out the greatest harvest of this expedition—the Mystic Thunder Drum!
The main body of the drum was forged from bronze, its surface flickering alternately with ochre and azurite hues. Thunder-patterned streamers hung from either side.
Beside it lay a double-headed thunder hammer, divided into Yin and Yang ends, their auras faintly connected—
"A Numinous Treasure—and more importantly, a lightning-attributed Numinous Treasure. Clearly, it cannot be used over in the Breath-Nourishing Dao..."
After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth. A stream of Nascent Soul fire emerged and wrapped around the Mystic Thunder