You call this the way of the sword?

Yang Qingfeng didn't recognize any of the seven materials on the list, except for the Yin-Shou Rejuvenating Grass, which was quite special; just by looking at the name, he knew it was no ordinary thing.

Most importantly, the list does not specify where to obtain these materials.

Enter the stock exchange.

Yang Qingfeng first used the Trading Bead to search around using precise search.

As expected, only the first six types of materials could be found, and they were only for buying, not for selling.

Price wasn't what Yang Qingfeng cared about; what mattered most was that the trading interface would display physical item images.

He used this opportunity to identify the six types of materials, then found the staff member in charge of reception and directly showed them the list to inquire about their origin.

"Let me see... Hmm, the Ghost Spirit Stone and Azure Soul come from the Underworld, the Spirit Heart Fruit and Agate Bead come from Tushan, and the Northern Lights are in Yangdao Palace. These three secret realms haven't been opened yet."

The exchange staff were all women, and the one who greeted Yang Qingfeng was relatively young.

She called herself Qingzhu, and while speaking, she frequently glanced at Zhaoying beside her, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.

In the shadows, the National Religion's welcoming ceremony was in full swing, with thousands of new recruits gathered on the playground, listening to several prefectural leaders speak.

Yang Qingfeng was also wearing the national religious robes, but she appeared at the Pingchuan Exchange looking so fresh and youthful that anyone would think she had skipped class on her first day.

Qingzhu continued, "Phoenix Feather Crystals are also extremely rare materials. They only have a chance to drop in Hell-level Spirit Feather dungeons, and that area is not peaceful, often lurking with demons and ghosts."

"What about the Yin-Yang Rejuvenation Grass?" Qingzhu was stumped as soon as Yang Qingfeng asked.

The exchange claims to be all-encompassing, with information on all kinds of rare treasures, but Yang Qingfeng's arrival has presented them with a world-class problem.

Qingzhu did some research and asked around, but no one in the entire exchange had ever heard of the Yin-Shou Rejuvenation Grass.

If you've never even heard of it, don't bother mentioning its origin.

"Could there be a mistake... Are you sure it's Hirakawa's material? Is the name wrong?"

Qingzhu doesn't really believe that there are materials that can't be found on the exchange.

Yang Qingfeng didn't believe it either, but he believed Liu Changge more.

The item definitely exists, and it's located in Pingchuan, but it's so rare that nobody knows about it.

After asking Qingzhu for help, Yang Qingfeng left the exchange.

Of the seven materials, five are in the secret realm, and there is no specific time when the secret realm will open. Apart from the Yin-Yang Rejuvenation Grass, which has no clues, the only thing that can be done at present is the Phoenix Feather Crystal.

This may be good news, as it eliminates the need for many choices.

"Let's go do a dungeon run first and test the power of the swordsman."

Full of anticipation, Yang Qingfeng took in the sights and scenery of Zhoucheng and unknowingly arrived at the Zhengbei City Gate.

Looking around, the area inside and outside the city gate seemed like two completely different worlds.

The city was bathed in light, a dazzling array of goods, while outside the city, the landscape was a desolate, lifeless gray-brown, cold and bleak.

Having been there before during the assessment, Yang Qingfeng was already familiar with the atmosphere of the battlefield. However, as he passed through the formation and walked out of the city gate, the light suddenly dimmed and the smell changed abruptly.

The wind blowing in my face was heavy and cold, making my clothes and hair flutter. The sense of desolation that arose spontaneously was like an invisible blade, gliding coldly across my skin.

At that moment, a long spear fell horizontally, accompanied by several stern voices.

"Go back, form a team, and then leave the city."

"Junior brother, the battlefield is no joke, don't even think about soloing it."

"Don't think you're something special just because you got into the state religion. The state religion is where the most people die in this area."

The soldiers guarding the pass recognized Yang Qingfeng as a new recruit this year based on his attire. However, they did not expect that Yang Qingfeng, this new recruit, was not quite what they had imagined.

Yang Qingfeng could have simply flown away on his sword, but that would have been impolite, so he revealed his level information and released his teammates.

Before the soldiers could even react to Yang Qingfeng's level, ten sword spirits tore open the crack and floated out, startling them so much that their eyes widened.

"They are my teammates."

"Don't worry, senior brothers, I'll run away the moment I encounter danger."

After saying that, Yang Qingfeng summoned the Yu Jun Sword and took the 10 sword spirits into the sky.

The soldiers looked at each other for a while before starting to scratch their heads.

"Level 20? Is he a newcomer or not?"

"If so, I'll eat two tons."

"I'll eat three tons."

"What was his name again?"

"Yang Qingfeng. It's a deal, you get two tons, you get three tons, I'll remember that."

After leaving Zhoucheng, Yang Qingfeng took out the map he had just bought, quickly found the location of the Lingyu dungeon, and ordered his sword spirit to lead the way and speed up their progress.

Before advancing to the next level, Yang Qingfeng's speed in flying on his sword couldn't keep up with the sword spirit.

Now that the Sword Soul has been upgraded to the sixth rank, its four-dimensional attributes have increased to 8500 points. When it suddenly accelerates, it can even produce a sound of air being torn apart. In the blink of an eye, it turns into streaks of light and disappears from sight.

Yang Qingfeng cast a sword aura on himself, then sat on Yu Jun's sword, landing low in the air as a conspicuous figure, hoping someone would discover his "flaw".

According to Qingzhu, the battle on the Pingchuan battlefield has been exceptionally fierce recently. Yu Xia's Zhoucheng is doing better, but the strongholds of other small countries are attacked every now and then and frequently ask Yu Xia for help.

The cause was last year's Pingchuan Grand Competition, where the National Religion produced war maniacs like Li Qingxuan, who slaughtered the demon and ghost races, even alarming the military and triggering a low-level war.

The demons suffered a crushing defeat in that battle, almost losing their stronghold to Li Qingxuan and her group. They only managed to hold the stronghold by relying on high-level infiltration, but the shame was already etched on their foreheads.

Now that Li Qingxuan and the others have left Pingchuan, the demon and ghost races, in order to get revenge, have sent in a large number of newcomers ahead of time, vowing to kill all the new human recruits this year.

This news made Yang Qingfeng very excited.

However, after flying for half a day, the wind and waves remained calm.

The sword spirit, 3000 meters away, had already maintained its maximum distance but had not encountered any enemies.

"Strange, is the battlefield too large?"

Just as Yang Qingfeng was wondering if he was trapped in a maze, the sword spirit suddenly made another discovery.

He quickly switched his sword soul's vision and saw a cloud-piercing arrow shooting up from several miles away, exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks.

It's a distress signal!

There are two types of signal smoke on the battlefield: for assembly and for distress.

Actually, both serve similar purposes: to call for reinforcements. The only difference lies in the scale.

What we are seeing now is a distress signal, which likely indicates that a single person or a single team has been attacked, making the situation even more critical!

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Qingfeng immediately released the swordsman to replace Yu Junjian.

Although the swordsman is fragile and has a pitiful stamina of only 3000 points, it is fast.

With a dexterity of up to 15000, its movement speed is almost twice that of the Sword Soul.

"Rush!"

At Yang Qingfeng's command, the swordsman immediately transformed into a streak of light and swept him away, leaving Yu Junjian desperately chasing after the scabbard.

A short while later, the sword spirit at the forefront sent back another message.

The battle is imminent!

Yang Qingfeng switched his sword soul vision again and immediately recognized that the other party was a demon.

Two teams of nine-headed bats—no, there's another one in the back row!

It's flying on a sword!