Destiny is ashes

Chapter 124: Master Fuyang
“This is an incredible skill.”

At this point, the sword spirit exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "If you can master it, it is equivalent to carrying a blessed land and a spiritual land with you. The cultivator's need for spiritual veins is greatly reduced."

"This method of casting tools to nourish life and conserving the earth to nourish Qi is not something that even the great sects of Huaixu's time may have. Even if they did, the cost would be extremely high and would require a special natural spiritual land to accomplish."

"But in the Tianyuan Realm, a cultivator who has not even reached the foundation building stage can do it with a set of spiritual tools. The cost has been reduced to this level, which is enough to show the high level of tool and formation cultivation in the Tianyuan Realm!"

At this point, the sword spirit expressed some regret: "I should also know a little bit about weapon refining, but unfortunately I have forgotten all of this part of my memory. But even so, I can see that it is extraordinary."

"Is that so?" An Jing heard the sword spirit's undisguised praise and nodded thoughtfully: "So, the techniques of cultivating immortals in the Tianyuan Realm are better than those in the Huaixu Realm?"

"He's far superior in terms of weapon refining. His talismans and elixirs may also be comparable." The sword spirit said objectively: "As for the rest, I don't know."

"I understand."

An Jing nodded slightly and smiled: "Trade between the two worlds...it seems that there is great potential."

After healing, he took out a piece of cut jade steel from his bag and began to absorb the evil of the five metals to restore his spiritual energy.

It’s not a question of whether it’s a waste or not. There’s still one day left before he returns to Huaixu Realm, and he must recover to full condition as quickly as possible.

Moreover, he still had one thing he hadn't finished in the Tianyuan Realm and Xuanye City.

Time is running out and he needs to race against time.

at the same time.

Xuanming Black Market, third underground floor.

In the dark and silent place of the death battle, the only sound you can hear is the gurgling sound of water flowing after the water pipe breaks.

Several armored guards wearing full-coverage exoskeleton combat suits quietly came to the place where Fengdu Guards fought against Gui Xiu and Boyan, and where Fengdu Guards died.

Their figures were shrouded in shadow, and if seen from a distance, they were just a blur.

The smoothly shaped exoskeleton power armor can block the perception of spiritual energy. Even in the perception of foundation-building monks, their feedback is no different from that of a common rat in a sewer.

One of them, who looked like the leader, was holding a mirror-shaped magical tool and carefully scanning the remaining traces of the battle scene.

At the scene of Fengdu Wei's death, he scanned carefully for a few minutes before he looked up and nodded to his teammates around him, and his teammates who were checking other places also nodded in response.

——He had been dead for more than an hour, and the battle lasted no more than two quarters of an hour.

——Besieged from multiple sides, the alien spiritual energies ‘Earth Flame’, ‘Ming Bone’ and ‘Gen Gold’ were detected.

——They are all at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Geng Jin is slightly weaker, but judging by the purity of spiritual energy, they should also be at a high level of Qi Refining.

They communicated with each other using their spiritual consciousness, and it was obvious that they were all at the seventh level of Qi Refining. The captain in the lead confirmed the result: "The real talisman has been taken away. The target 'Earth Flame Spear Boyan' and another unknown Qi Refining cultivator who used 'Genjin Qi' are missing."

"The two have most likely escaped through the secret passage in the black market. The surveillance team will report the situation."

A voice came over the communication: "Report to the captain! Twenty-two black market escapees have been captured, and the target has not been found. The target may still be in the sewer, or he has chosen another area leading to the ground to escape!"

"receive."

The leader nodded slightly. He was originally preparing to hold a magic weapon and track the breath.

But before he could continue to operate the mirror magic weapon in his hand, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Forget it, it's useless."

This silent voice undoubtedly startled the team leader, but he quickly reacted, straightened his chest and saluted, saying respectfully: "Subordinates welcome the real person!" And everyone in the team immediately knelt on one knee and saluted: "Welcome the real person Fuyang!"

The white-haired man with red eyes and golden pupils, wearing a silver robe, thin figure and young appearance who suddenly appeared in the team was none other than Chen Jingguang, the Fuyang Zhenren, one of the four Purple Mansion Zhenren under the Zhengyi Division of Luofu Xuanye City.

He was born in the main part of Luofu Mountain, a native of Dongtianyun City. Although his ancestors were not Jindan Daotai Zhenren Zhenjun, he was also a real descendant of Luofu Miao. In the hundred years since he was born, he has made great achievements and has a reputation in Xuanye City, where many heroes gather. He is usually courteous to the wise and humble, and is quite loved.

He was the real person who had confronted and fought with Zifu of Xuanming Palace before, and his appearance here meant that he had the upper hand in the previous battle.

"No courtesy, please get up."

However, even though he had obtained the right to search the black market, Master Fuyang was not happy at all. Although he looked young, the purple man with white hair and beard sighed, "Unfortunately, I was delayed for too long, and the thief also used a talisman to clear himself, and his aura dissipated, so I couldn't catch up with him."

"Fang Xizhen from Xuanming Palace is as strong as me. If we fight head-on, I won't be able to gain any advantage."

"But he kept hesitating, just trying to buy me some time, and only stopped after all their people were evacuated..."

Master Fuyang was complaining to himself, but no one else dared to raise their heads.

Fang Xizhen was the Purple Mansion of Xuanming Palace who had confronted the Immortal Fuyang before. He was also known as the Immortal Jingshui. He became famous at a young age, and at the age of fifty, he had attained the profound seed, his life was restored, and he attained the fundamental magical power "Xuanxiao Yinni", becoming the Purple Mansion.

His base should be Qingyu City. He came to Xuanye City this time just to help his fellow clansmen escape. He would not have a real fight with Master Fuyang.

After complaining for a while, Master Fuyang glanced at the corpse of Fengdu Wei and shook his head, saying, "We were too careless. We wanted to capture him alive, but he was killed in desperation."

"However, the Gengjin cultivator who followed Boyan was too greedy for money. He actually dared to take the Lingshi furnace of the Jiantian Bureau. Doesn't he know that the Lingshi furnace has its own spiritual information, and once it is activated, the coordinates will be displayed?"

With a wave of his hand, Master Fuyang turned around, his body turned into light and left, his tone firm: "First, you should deal with the remnants of the black market here, and then set up a detection array to investigate the movement of spiritual energy in the southwest of Xuanye City."

"Within three days, the ritual will be finalized and the secret method of summoning spirits will be performed. Even if those two shameless insects hide at the ends of the earth, we will definitely be able to catch them."

Everyone claimed it was.

Even though there were a few smart people who wondered why the Jindan Zhenjun stationed in Xuanye City from the Luofu headquarters did not take action, they did not dare to ask or think about it... because once they thought about it carefully, the problem would become too big. For example, how the true talisman was lost was something that could not be told to outsiders.

In this case, it is better not to think about anything and just be a tool to complete the orders from above - this is the case for most staff members of large groups.

Soon, the once prosperous Xuanming black market fell into complete silence with the sounds of clearing and re-shooting.

Three days is not long. Three days is not short.

Night falls.

Peace and tranquility came in the second half of the third day of Tianyuan.

An Jing's last period in Tianyuan Realm.

Xuanye City, Weihai District.

No one dared to go out on the streets late at night. They were desolate and dark, just like the underworld.

The towering buildings, like mountains, cast shadows all over the ground, and a figure was moving quickly among them.

There was no valuable information in Nianqin's watch-type personal terminal, and the silk symbol in the watch strap had naturally disappeared. In order to avoid being exposed and tracked, An Jing, who had fully recovered all his spiritual energy, naturally crushed it into ashes.

But before crushing it, he confirmed some information.

One of them is where Nianqin's "home" is located.

(End of this chapter)