Qing Chen had reaped considerable rewards during his travels.
By his rough estimate, the things he had picked up along the way would fetch several thousand spirit stones.
Yet Qing Chen had not stopped to search because of this.
In his eyes, these were merely unexpected windfalls, things he had casually helped himself to along the way.
He held fast to one thought: the Condensing Gold Fruit was his primary objective in venturing deep into the Blood Jiangshi Secret Realm, his utmost priority.
After all, the Golden Core Great Dao concerned his future cultivation and outweighed everything else!
After hurrying along for several hours, Qing Chen finally reached the foot of a towering mountain range a thousand zhang high.
The mountains soared into the clouds, mist wreathed their slopes, and clusters of palaces stood upon their peaks. Their imposing grandeur was evident at a glance.
Qing Chen was heading toward the palaces on a peak when a figure suddenly shot out of them. Looking closely, he saw that it was a cultivator.
Qing Chen had already secretly circulated his magic power, ready to strike at any moment, but after narrowing his eyes and studying the man, he recognized him.
He had seen this cultivator once outside. The man was an elder of the Dian Cang Sect.
"Are you a junior brother of the Condensed Jade Sect? I am Daoist Changxuan of the Dian Cang Sect."
The speaker was a refined-looking middle-aged man.
At the moment, however, his face was full of disgruntlement. It was clear at a glance that he had gained nothing in the palaces.
Seeing that Qing Chen had only just entered the Initial Foundation Establishment Late Stage, Daoist Changxuan paid him little heed.
When Qing Chen did not immediately answer, he assumed the other man was wary