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Chapter 93: "Sir Changliang"
Chapter 93: "Sir Changliang"
The process of breaking the seal on the storage ring took much longer than before, lasting for three incense sticks' worth of time.
The middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed the storage ring to the side. His forehead was already covered in cold sweat, and as he set the ring on the ground, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
This was a sign of extreme mental fatigue after performing delicate tasks for an extended period, causing his hands to shake.
It was evident that he had been forcibly suppressing his exhaustion, and now that the storage ring was put down, he released the suppression.
"Young friend," the middle-aged man said, his face turning slightly pale. His entire being seemed to be in a terrible state, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke, "I really can't go on. Not even a little bit. We can only stop here for today. How about we meet here again tomorrow night to continue with the remaining rings?"
This time, his hoarse voice wasn't feigned.
It was as if he had been shouting for several minutes, causing his throat to become hoarse, and his lips were chapped. He truly seemed to be at his limit.
"Alright," Chen Qiu said, standing up and turning towards the middle-aged man. He handed over a storage bag and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Elder. This storage bag contains the agreed-upon price."
The price for breaking the seal on the storage ring was not expensive.
One spirit stone was enough to break the seals on three storage rings.
Although it was prohibited by the laws of Great Xia, there were many such prohibited matters in the legal system. Some were strictly forbidden, while others were punishable by law if violated. Some were ignored by the authorities, and some were openly practiced without consequence.
Different laws were enforced with varying degree of strictness in different regions and periods.
For instance, breaking the seal on storage rings was not heavily regulated in Xuzhou, and the authorities tended to turn a blind eye to it. If it were strictly enforced, the price would naturally rise.
He gave thirty spirit stones, not just the agreed-upon amount.
Firstly, he wanted to foster a good relationship, and he didn't mind spending a little money to do so with someone skilled in their craft.
Secondly, the poison cultivator's storage ring seemed genuinely challenging to break, and the man had mentioned significant risks. Giving a few extra spirit stones eased his conscience.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile as he took the storage bag and examined its contents with his divine sense. He bowed respectfully to Chen Qiu and said with a delighted expression, "Sir Changliang, I thank you in advance, Elder."
Only then did he slowly turn and exit the temple, his footsteps crunching through the fallen leaves, gradually fading into the distance.
"Tsk," Fat Dragon watched the man's departing figure and clicked his tongue, "I thought he was the type to abandon everything for his passion, but it seems he's still happy to receive spirit stones."
"You changed your address for him quickly."
"After receiving the tip, he went from 'young friend' to 'sir.'"
"It just rolled off the tongue."
"That's normal," Chen Qiu said, his face calm as he glanced at the extinguished campfire beside him. "The standards of saints are only suitable for saints themselves. It's not appropriate to hold others to those standards. Everyone loves spirit stones."
"We won't be returning to Mountain Opening City tonight."
Before Fat Dragon could respond, Chen Qiu waved his sleeve, and a powerful suction force pulled them both into the miniature world.
As the sun set, the mountain gate, carved with the characters "Mock Heaven Sect," stood in decay atop the mountain.
This was the sect's original site, or perhaps it was more fitting to call it a ruin.
This was his second visit to the miniature world since acquiring it.
The world lacked stars, and the light remained constant, maintaining a perpetual state of dusk without any nightfall.
Chen Qiu glanced around, recalling his last entry into this miniature world during the Celestial Path Secret Realm. This time, as the Sect Leader, all arrays and restrictions parted for him.
With a mere thought, he could observe any corner of the Mock Heaven Sect.
However, it was indeed quite dilapidated, and repairing these collapsed buildings would require a substantial amount of spirit stones and time. Restoring the arrays would be an even bigger project.
Without further thought, he swept his divine sense through the Sect Leader's chair, examining the interior of the Mock Heaven Sect, and then headed towards a relatively intact disciple dormitory.
He realized that he was becoming increasingly lazy. Ever since Scholar Liu's departure, he felt that walking a few steps took forever.
Shaking his head, he placed a Gale Charm on himself and Fat Dragon, and only then did he stride towards the disciple dormitory.
In those storage bags, there was nothing else, but these minor talismans were aplenty.
Even loose cultivators would usually keep a few talismans in their storage bags. These items were crucial for survival in critical moments. Being stingy with spirit stones and not using them when needed could cost one's life.
Perhaps due to this mindset, those storage bags contained very few spirit stones.
Inside the dormitory, Chen Qiu found a relatively intact bed, waved his sleeve to release a surge of spirit energy, clearing away all the dust. Only then did he sit cross-legged on the bed and begin his cultivation for the night.
This act of clearing the dust indicated his increasing control over spirit energy.
At that moment, he suddenly recalled how the middle-aged man had transformed spirit energy into spirit threads finer than hair. With a thought, his fingertips also burst forth with a strand of spirit thread.
But no matter how hard he concentrated, he could only control the spirit energy to the thickness of a hair strand. If he tried to make it finer, it would shatter and dissipate back into the surroundings.
"Sigh."
He heaved a helpless sigh, realizing that he still had much room for improvement in his fine control over spirit energy.
After entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, he found that his nighttime cultivation could almost replace sleep. The next day, he still felt refreshed, as if he had slept well, with a clear mind and a vibrant spirit.
Before cultivating, he first scanned his consciousness into each of the storage rings that had their seals broken that night.
After two incense sticks' worth of time, he finally finished sorting through the contents of these storage rings.
"There are over nine thousand spirit stones."
"Various minor talismans, potions, spirit artifacts, and spells."
Most of the spirit stones were from the storage rings of those hundreds of Ten Thousand Toxins Sect disciples. The storage rings of the demon race cultivators were almost empty.
Moreover, those demon race cultivators liked to collect all sorts of random items.
For example, there were several red undershirts that had hardened and turned white.
Perhaps in the Heavenly Dao Prison, these items were more valuable than cultivation techniques and spirit stones.
Chen Qiu forced himself to endure his disgust and gathered all the random items, tossing them outside the door, intending to throw them away outside the temple the next morning.
After finishing this task, he took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. He rubbed his hands together eagerly and then probed his consciousness into the storage ring of the Ten Thousand Toxins Sect's Golden Core cultivator.
Let's see what treasures a Golden Core powerhouse's storage ring might hold! Hopefully, there would be tens of thousands of spirit stones, so he wouldn't be embarrassed as a Golden Core cultivator!
(End of Chapter)
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