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Standing atop the peak of Mount Ling, Ling Xiu could clearly feel that the sect's protective array was more robust and operated faster than ever before.

When he recently met and chatted with Ling Xuan and Yi Xueying, he could sense the unease surging in their expressions.

"The ferocious beasts in the north are becoming increasingly rampant."

Yi Xueying said in a heavy tone.

She picked up the teacup casually and took a sip.

"The demon race launched a massive beast tide this time, and even those ancient demons that had been sleeping for thousands of years were mobilized. The ancestors of the major immortal sects also emerged from seclusion."

As respected elders of the sect, we should probably do our part for the sect and for all living beings.

She knew in her heart that the sect would soon send them to fight off the ferocious beasts, and might even forcibly conscript them.

Ling Xuan also sighed.

"Those damned beasts, the situation on the front lines is getting increasingly tense, and our Xuan Yang Sect can't just sit and wait to die. I'm afraid we'll never have such peaceful days again."

Ling Xiu looked at the two of them, secretly making plans in his mind.

A strong sense of crisis is looming over us; a massive storm is already approaching.

He originally planned to focus on improving his cultivation, collecting spiritual materials from all over the place, and refining several life-saving magic treasures.

However, this crisis swept across the entire Southern Spirit Domain, and the situation in the Central State became increasingly severe. He no longer had extra time to prepare for personal matters.

Once conscripted to the front lines, he would face ferocious demons, even those at the Spirit Sea Realm.

With his current level of cultivation, even protecting himself is fraught with danger.

"It seems I must master the Nirvana Sword Technique as soon as possible, but where can I find the crucial spiritual materials such as the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wood, the power of thunderous tribulation, and the essence of profound gold?"

His anxiety grew, and he desperately wanted to refine this treasure.

This is his natal magic weapon. Once it is mastered, his combat power will experience a tremendous leap. Only in this way can he seize a glimmer of hope in this chaotic world.

After seeing Yi Xueying and Ling Xuan off, he immediately set off for an important location within the Xuan Yang Sect.

Baoling Hall.

The hall contains countless superior cultivation techniques, magical artifacts, and rare spiritual materials from the sect. All items must be exchanged using sect exchange points.

Although the Baoling Hall is not as large as the Sutra Repository, the treasures inside are all precious and surrounded by shimmering light. However, the exchange points for those coveted treasures are shockingly high.

Ling Xiu went straight to the spiritual materials area, spread out his divine sense to flip through the jade slips, and searched for the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wood, thunder tribulation power and Xuanjin soul that he needed.

Before long, information about the three spiritual materials appeared on the jade slip.

"As expected of the Xuan Yang Sect, this spirit stone containing the power of thunder and tribulation actually costs more than 80,000 exchange points."

Ling Xiu looked at the annotation: Thunder Tribulation Power Spirit Stones can be used to refine weapons and temper the body. Even cultivators at the Spirit Sea Realm crave them. The sect only has three left.

The Mysterious Gold Soul requires over 400,000 contribution points.

According to the annotation, this item is formed from the essence of Xuanjin Qi, and its texture is indestructible. It is an excellent material for refining spiritual swords and magical treasures, and now only one piece remains.

The exorbitant number of points required made Ling Xiu's heart sink; he simply couldn't afford to exchange them.

The combined contribution points required for both materials are nearly 600,000.

Ling Xiu secretly calculated that in the year since he joined the sect, he had accumulated less than 60,000 contribution points, which was far from enough.

As for the ten-thousand-year-old spirit wood, its exchange price is even more outrageous.

Although the Treasure Spirit Hall has records of it, such a treasure is something that ordinary cultivators would never have the chance to touch in their entire lives.

Disappointment welled up in Ling Xiu's heart, and he was filled with anxiety, letting out a helpless sigh.

Since he had no luck with the three core spiritual materials, he looked through the other auxiliary materials needed to refine the Nirvana Sword Technique.

After searching, he selected a few relatively inexpensive materials and spent over 20,000 contribution points to exchange for two Blood Crystal Stones and a White Spirit Flame Stone. This expense almost wiped out all the contribution points he had accumulated over the past six months.

As Ling Xiu walked out of the Treasure Spirit Hall with the spiritual materials in his hands, a sense of powerlessness lingered in his heart.

With the current contribution points, the core spiritual materials are still a long way off; it will take at least another ten years to gather them all.

He was unwilling to give up, but he was at a loss.

Ling Xiu did not return to Lingshan Peak, but instead went down the mountain to Xuan Yang Wanbao Pavilion in the market, where he met Manager Feng again.

Ling Xiu pulled Manager Feng to a quiet corner and lowered his voice.

"Manager Feng, I've come today to ask you to inquire about some rare spiritual materials."

"You have a wide network of connections and profound knowledge; help me think of a solution."

Seeing Ling Xiu's anxious expression, Manager Feng quickly said...

"Elder, let's go into the inner hall to discuss this in detail."

Wanbaoge has dozens of branches in the surrounding cities. Just tell me what you need, and even if we don't have it, I'll search around for it for you.

Ling Xiu nodded.

"I need a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual tree, the power of thunder and lightning, and the essence of profound gold. I wonder if Manager Feng can obtain these, or find any relevant clues?"

With each name he heard, Manager Feng trembled slightly, the smile on his face vanished completely, and his expression became solemn.

He hurriedly set up a barrier inside the store to isolate himself from the outside world, his speech became hesitant, and his eyes widened.

"Elder Li, these spiritual materials..."

"Thunder Tribulation Power is a supreme treasure that is born with an extremely low probability when thunder tribulation descends, and it is priceless in the present world."

The Xuanjin Soul is born in the core of a mineral vein thousands of meters deep in the extremely cold earth. The probability of its production is extremely low, making it a treasure that all sword cultivators dream of.

As for the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Spirit Wood, it is taken from the heartwood of an ancient giant tree. In all my years of life, I have only ever seen its image on an ancient jade slip. It is said that this item has long since disappeared from the world.

Manager Feng broke out in a cold sweat, his expression complex, and asked another question.

"Elder, what exactly do you intend to do with these treasures? Are you perhaps planning to refine a natal magic weapon?"

It's utterly absurd that Ling Xiu, with only the cultivation of the Profound Realm, would covet treasures that even powerful beings in the Spirit Sea Realm would fight over.

Ling Xiu, with a calm and solemn expression, began to defend himself.

"It's urgently needed by a senior who once saved my life, and I'm just inquiring on his behalf."

"As long as we can find it, name your price; we will never let Wanbaoge suffer a loss."

Upon hearing this, Manager Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"I see. I will report this to the main pavilion and try my luck. However, these kinds of treasures cannot be traded with spirit stones. Even if we have a clue, it will require an extraordinary stroke of luck and a huge price to pay. It all depends on your fate."

Ling Xiu cupped his hands in thanks: "I'm sorry to trouble Manager Feng to wait for news."

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Ling Xiu left, his sense of loss growing ever stronger, the last glimmer of hope seeming incredibly faint.