Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 282 Breaking the Ban
Ling Yuling and the two Heavenly Star Saints also stood on Nie Zhaonan's side.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, you stay here to clear the formation, and we will go and break the ban." Ling Xiaofeng took the initiative to say.

As the master of the Star Palace, he naturally understood the current situation. If he was not careful, others would take advantage of him.

Nie Zhaonan glanced at the calm crowd indifferently. Although he seemed calm on the surface, he was actually very alert and ready to make some moves.

Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan just smiled faintly and said, "No need. I can break the formation in a breath."

After saying this, without waiting for Ling Xiaofeng to say anything else, Nie Zhaonan threw the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword in his hand.

Looking at the three-foot golden sword whistling towards the forbidden light curtain, Qi Miao Zhenren couldn't help but sneer, and the smile on Xuan Qingzi's face became more and more intense.

As two people who had personally attacked the restriction, they naturally knew very well how difficult this ancient restriction was. Not only was it extremely thick and solid, but it could also continuously absorb the nearby earth-attributed spiritual energy to replenish itself. Even though the golden flying sword was extremely sharp, it would be helpless in the face of such a restriction in a short period of time.

They also heard the words "the formation can be broken in a breath" and were waiting to see the joke.

But in the next moment, the smiles on their faces froze.

Just as the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword was about to pierce the light curtain, a golden arc of electricity suddenly shot out from the tip of the sword. As the arc surged, it turned into a several-foot-long golden dragon.

The golden dragon raised its horns and slammed into the light curtain.

"Crackle!" After a burst of electric arc jumping, a gap half the size of a person appeared on the light curtain.

There was a flash of light at the gap, and yellow light was shining brightly, repairing rapidly, as if it would be restored to its original state in just a few breaths.

"Gengjin Divine Thunder! It is the Gengjin Divine Thunder that can break anything. It has a great restraining effect on formations and prohibitions!" Xuan Lingzi obviously recognized the divine thunder and said in a lost voice, his voice spreading.

Some monks who did not understand what was going on, upon hearing this, showed expressions of shock, envy, jealousy, etc.

“The most golden divine thunder among the five elements divine thunder, supplemented by the Geng essence, no wonder this flying sword is so sharp!” Thinking of the origin of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, Xuan Qingzi's face showed enlightenment, and jealousy rose in his heart.

It's bad enough that his cultivation strength is so high, but the opportunity is also so amazing.

Without paying attention to the reactions of the cultivators, Nie Zhaonan waved his sleeves and recalled the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, while extending his hand at the same time.

A solid white hand appeared out of thin air, passed through the gap, grabbed the small ochre bowl containing the divine sand of creation, and quickly took it back.

At this time, a yellow spiritual wind blew towards the big hand. To ordinary people, it looked like the spiritual wind that raged in the Yellow Wind Desert all year round.

Nie Zhaonan's eyes flashed blue, and he suddenly saw a figure in the spiritual wind.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the Gengjin Divine Thunder Swords moved upon hearing the sound. One Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword after another made crisp sword sounds, and their power had been pushed to the extreme.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder, when the Gengjin Divine Thunder reappeared, it had already appeared around the yellow spiritual wind, wrapping it tightly, and then stabbed down without mercy.

The yellow spiritual wind blew so fast that there was no time to react.

"Senior, please spare my life! I am willing to be your slave!" A terrified voice begging for mercy came from the spiritual wind.

But Nie Zhaonan seemed not to hear it, his expression was indifferent, and the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword still stabbed down.

"Swish, swish, swish." The sound of the body being pierced by flying swords continued.

The sound stopped, and the yellow spiritual wind also disappeared, and a figure covered in blood fell downwards.

"Ah? It's Master Tianfeng!" Yi Xitian's eyes were filled with shock after recognizing the person who made the move.

Even with his level of cultivation, he had never spotted the figure of Master Tianfeng, and had no idea how long he had been hiding here.

"Oh, what a nonsense!" Someone chuckled. Even though they had not discovered the trace of Master Tianfeng in advance, it did not stop them from laughing and gloating.

"Amitabha, he is practicing the top-level wind-attributed technique 'Heavenly Wind Technique' and is extremely proficient in wind escape techniques. He also uses the spiritual wind in the Yellow Wind Desert to hide himself. It is normal that we didn't find him." Zen Master Biyue clasped his hands together with a compassionate look on his face.

Master Tianfeng is a famous independent cultivator in Dajin. His fame is even second only to the four great independent cultivators in Dajin. He has reached the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and his wind escape technique is also strange and unusual. His escape speed is astonishing, and even cultivators in the late stage of the Nascent Soul can rarely kill him.

What no one expected was that he was killed on the spot so easily and efficiently by Nie Zhaonan, and without any of the cultivators noticing his whereabouts.

At this moment, everyone became more wary of Nie Zhaonan, and some of their little thoughts involuntarily disappeared.

They had no choice but to distract themselves from their thoughts. At this moment, Nie Zhaonan had already held the small khaki bowl in his hand.

"A nice earth-attributed treasure!" Nie Zhaonan observed the small bowl in his hand and sighed in his heart.

This small ochre-colored bowl slowly absorbed the earth-attributed spiritual energy from the surrounding area. It was obviously used by ancient monks to nourish the divine sand of creation.

In the small bowl, fifteen grains of magical sand of creation lay quietly at the bottom of the bowl, emitting a soft halo, mysterious and wonderful.

Retracting his gaze, Nie Zhaonan looked at the other cultivators, and paused for a moment on Xuan Qingzi and Qi Miao Zhenren, then said calmly, "We can start the transaction now."

The previously deceased Master Tianfeng did not arouse any interest in him.

"I have a pill recipe, I believe fellow Daoist will be interested in it." Xuan Qingzi flipped his hand, and a white jade slip appeared in his hand.

"Is it also something that will be of great help in breaking through the bottleneck of the Spirit Transformation Stage?" Looking at the jade slip, Nie Zhaonan asked curiously.

"Brother Daoist Nie guessed correctly." Xuan Qingzi smiled and threw the jade slip out.

The jade slip suddenly turned into a stream of white light and fell into Nie Zhaonan's hands.

After making sure that there was no hidden trick on the jade slip, Nie Zhaonan separated a wisp of his spiritual consciousness, invaded the jade slip, and began to read its contents.

The ancient elixir 'Nine Cold Mysterious Pill' is made of nine kinds of strange cold elixir as main ingredients, each of which is extremely rare and at least four thousand years old.
When breaking through to the God Transformation stage, taking this pill can increase the success rate by 20%, and its effectiveness is far superior to that of the Godly Sand of Creation.
In a moment, Nie Zhaonan read the contents of the jade slip and knew it by heart. He said with an unchanged expression: "The pill formula is indeed true, but most of these nine spiritual medicines have long been extinct in the human world, such as Cold Marrow Branch, Cold Dew Grass, and Ice Flower. How can we find them? Not to mention that they need to be four thousand years old." "Haha, fellow Daoist is a person with great luck. Maybe by chance you can collect all nine spiritual medicines. As for the age of the spiritual medicines, it’s okay to have a lower age, but the efficacy will be a little worse. By the way, I know the whereabouts of Cold Dew Grass and can tell you for free." Xuan Qingzi said with a laugh.

Even though he had obtained the recipe for the pill over three hundred years ago and with the help of Taiyi Sect, he had only collected three of the nine kinds of spiritual medicines. In his opinion, no matter how lucky Nie Zhaonan was, he could not refine the 'Nine Cold Mysterious Pill', otherwise he would not have taken out the recipe for trading.

In fact, the three main materials for refining the 'Nine Cold Mysterious Pills' are exactly the same as the spiritual medicines for refining the 'Xue Po Pills'. Another three main materials have been obtained from the Xutian Palace, and Nie Zhaonan has obtained another two from participating in several trade fairs. The only spiritual medicine missing is the Hanlu grass mentioned by Xuan Qingzi.

Nie Zhaonan is now very fortunate. He is fortunate that he has the good habit of collecting spiritual medicines. He will get all the spiritual medicines that he does not have. Otherwise, the hope of refining the "Nine Cold Mysterious Pill" will be very slim.

Nie Zhaonan suppressed his joy and said calmly, "How about this, Fellow Daoist Xuan Qingzi, tell me the whereabouts of the Cold Dew Grass, and I will give you another 300,000 Spiritual Stones, and you can exchange it for a grain of Fortune Divine Sand."

"Okay!" Xuan Qingzi laughed heartily.

He knew that no one could bear the temptation of the 'Nine Cold Mysterious Pill', even if they knew the hope was slim.

As for the 300,000 spirit stones, to him, they were not worth mentioning. His own cultivation level was the most important.

"Fellow Daoist, please take it." Xuan Qingzi threw out another black jade slip and a bulging storage bag.

After using his spiritual sense to confirm that there was correct number of spirit stones in the storage bag, Nie Zhaonan put them away.

He also invaded the black jade slip with his spiritual consciousness.

These four words are recorded in the jade slip "Center of the Ice Sea".

The Ice Sea is the territory of the tenth-level monster Ice Phoenix. The center is naturally where the Ice Phoenix lives.

Seeing Nie Zhaonan frowning slightly, Xuan Qingzi said with a hint of flattery: "With Fellow Daoist Nie's amazing magical powers, the place recorded in the jade slip is not a dangerous place at all, and it is easy to obtain the cold dew grass."

"Don't worry, since I agreed to the deal, I won't go back on my word." Nie Zhaonan put away the jade slip and said calmly.

At the same time, he took out a grain of magical sand of creation and shot it at Xuan Qingzi.

"Haha, Brother Daoist Nie is really courageous!" Xuan Qingzi complimented him again.

Then he carefully put away the magical sand of creation.

Although there were many twists and turns and some costs, he finally achieved his goal.

"Where are the others?" Nie Zhaonan turned his gaze to Qi Miao Zhenren.

The person present who has the greatest hope of producing the treasure that will make his heart beat is the Qi Miao Zhenren from the Tianmo Sect.

"Please look at this." Qi Miao Zhenren said lightly.

He slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a blood-red wooden box appeared in his hand. Then Qi Miao Zhenren snapped his fingers without hesitation, and a black light hit the lid of the box. The lid opened automatically, revealing the contents inside.

When Qi Miao Zhenren took out the bloody wooden box, his junior fellow apprentice, the old man in black robe, had a bad premonition and quickly looked over.

I saw a bright red fruit as big as a fist lying in the box, with silver silk screen all over the surface and silver light flowing unsteadily.

"Brother Qi Miao, isn't this thing supposed to be kept for me?" The old man in black robe quickly transmitted the message, his voice full of anxiety.

"Junior brother, I originally planned to leave it to you, but I don't have any other spiritual objects on me that I can trade. Moreover, this thing is precious. When will you be able to collect all the corresponding spiritual objects? Besides, your spiritual beast is only at the peak of level seven. Isn't it a waste to use this fruit now?" Qi Miao Zhenren also replied in a voice transmission, with regret in his tone.

In fact, he had other treasures that could be traded for the Divine Sand of Creation, but those were things that were of great use to him, and he was reluctant to trade them away. Only the things in the box were useless to him.

Hearing this, the old man in black robe could not say anything more, he could only pray silently that Nie Zhaonan would not look down on this fruit.

"Blood apricot?" Nie Zhaonan said uncertainly as he looked at the box of strange spiritual fruits.

"Fellow Daoist, you have good eyesight. It is indeed a blood apricot!" Qi Miao Zhenren looked at the bright red fruit in the box as if he was looking at a rare treasure. "This blood apricot is a rare treasure rarely seen in the human world in ten thousand years. I was lucky to get one. This thing has the miraculous effect of changing blood and refining the body. It is a rare auxiliary spiritual medicine when the demon beast is advanced. Fellow Daoist has so many spiritual beasts, I believe it is very necessary."

Speaking of the latter, Qi Miao Zhenren turned his gaze to the group of spirit beasts beside Nie Zhaonan. No matter whether it was the Blood Jade Spider, the Earth Armored Dragon, or the Weeping Soul, they all looked at the Blood Apricot with greedy eyes without blinking.

As spiritual beasts, they have a natural intuition. The bright red fruit is of great use to them. However, without Nie Zhaonan's order, they dare not act on their own and just watch with longing.

"This blood apricot is indeed very useful to me." Nie Zhaonan nodded without hiding it.

For him, as long as he has a blood apricot, he can use the seeds inside the fruit to cultivate it continuously, as many as he wants.

Even when the gold-eating bugs advanced to mature forms, it was not a difficult task for Nie Zhaonan to have each one swallow a blood apricot.

After all, the spiritual fields in Zixiao Cave can now automatically absorb spiritual energy to ripen spiritual medicines. The only difference is that it is slower than directly using spiritual stones.

"It's good as long as you agree to the deal." Taoist Master Qi Miao closed the lid of the box and sent it out without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Nie Zhaonan also took out a grain of magical sand of creation and sent it to Qi Miao Zhenren.

Seeing the blood apricot being taken by Nie Zhaonan, the old man in black robe looked grim, but there was nothing he could do as he neither had enough strength nor could he produce a treasure of equal value.

"Is the physical training method that Fellow Daoist Nie practices the Ming Wang Jue?" Thinking of the scene where Nie Zhaonan freely controlled and released the evil spirit just now, Zen Master Bi Yue suddenly asked.

"That's right. I got this Ming Wang Jue by accident. Master, do you want to investigate?" Nie Zhaonan did not hide it.

“Since Fellow Daoist Nie has learned it, he is destined to be with the Ming Wang Jue, and our Buddhist sect will not pursue the matter. It’s just that it seems that Fellow Daoist Nie has practiced the Ming Wang Jue to the extreme, and has the body refining cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage. This is really not easy and is rare in ten thousand years. Fellow Daoist Nie is indeed destined to be with Buddhism. As long as Fellow Daoist agrees to join our Jinghuo Sect, our sect will definitely do its best to help Fellow Daoist advance to the Divine Transformation stage. Fellow Daoist can also check out all the rare books and techniques in the sect at will.” Zen Master Biyue invited, his words full of eagerness.

As one of the two people with the greatest hope of advancing to the divine stage in the past thousand years of the Great Jin Dynasty, his status in the sect is also extremely high, and he has the power to promise these things.

"Joining Buddhism?" Nie Zhaonan looked thoughtful, "Is it possible not to become a monk?"

“Of course you can. My Buddhist sect also has lay disciples, and they don’t need to be ordained.” Zen Master Bi Yue said lightly, with a hint of joy in his tone.

(End of this chapter)