Chao Jin exerted a little force, and his mana stirred the Phoenix Flame before him. Like torn silk, it split into countless threads of fire.
The closer one stood, the faster one could absorb it.
Of course, that was only if one possessed a Fire Spiritual Root.
Those with other Spiritual Roots could only look on with envy.
As expected, after absorbing this Phoenix Flame, Fire Spiritual Roots would undergo changes.
Some of the luckier ones might even mutate.
Even those whose roots did not mutate could use it for alchemy or to enhance their spells.
When one wisp drew near Xu Changqing, it was suddenly sucked into the Portable Space.
He instinctively swept his gaze around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he finally relaxed.
After about a quarter of an hour, Chao Jin looked at Bei Qingtang and the others and said, "Of course, you have worked hard as well. Take these."
With a casual wave of his hand, a heap of High-Grade Spirit Stones appeared out of thin air.
Every disciple present with a Spiritual Root other than Fire received a reward of one thousand.
If they had merely been Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, let alone one thousand, no one would have cared even about ten thousand.
But High-Grade Spirit Stones were different.
One hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones were equivalent to one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone.
One hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones were equivalent to one High-Grade Spirit Stone.
In other words, one thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones equaled one hundred thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, or ten million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
Even core disciples of Immortal Peaks such as Bei Qingtang and Qiu Xiao were utterly stunned. They all cupped their hands in salute. "Thank you, Peak Master Huo!"
Xu Changqing grinned. "No wonder Senior Sister dragged me