Chapter 120: Healing the Dragon's Body
The head of Huangfeng Valley, Zhong Lingdao, offered a price that most Jindan cultivators could not accept.
"150,000 Spiritual Stones!"
"So expensive?" Ye Changsheng exclaimed.
Zhong Lingdao smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "What else? Junior Brother Ye, what do you think this Magic God Sand you asked for is? This is the main material for refining a legendary magic treasure: the Magic God Mirror!"
"But there is only one..."
"Even one is very precious. There may only be this one in our entire Tiannan region!"
Although he had anticipated the high cost of the Phantom Sand, Ye Changsheng was still a little surprised when the price came out.
“Even if a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage obtains this kind of material, he will still regard it as a precious collection!”
"Junior Brother Ye, I really don't understand what you want this material for?" Sect Leader Zhong shook his head, a puzzled look on his face.
In his opinion, Ye Changsheng should put more energy and spirit stones into things that can help with pill formation.
Rather than this kind of material.
"Forget it, 150,000 is 150,000. I just happened to have collected 150,000 spirit stones recently!" Ye Changsheng took out a storage bag with a bitter expression on his face.
"This time, all my fortune has been drained out!" He shook his head helplessly and handed the storage bag to Sect Master Zhong with a look of regret on his face.
"I heard that Junior Brother Ye got a lot of spirit stones after killing those two demonic teams, but I didn't expect that there would be so many?!" A look of shock appeared on Sect Leader Zhong's face.
"Haha, those two magic teams had 100,000 spirit stones on them, and I basically got them all!"
"After that, I also got nearly 50,000 spirit stones from the storage bag of Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect!"
Ye Changsheng gave a reasonable explanation for the source of these spirit stones.
Otherwise, it would be a bit too much for a foundation-building disciple to take out 150,000 spirit stones .
This explanation is barely reasonable.
After all, a hundred thousand spirit stones were looted from the storage bags of the two magic teams, and everyone present knew about it.
I think the Seven Factions Alliance has a rough idea of the number of spirit stones.
As for the other 50,000 spirit stones, they were pushed onto Wang Chan, and no one else could say anything.
After all, he is the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and it seems reasonable for him to carry tens of thousands of spirit stones on him.
After hearing Ye Changsheng's explanation, Sect Leader Zhong nodded in understanding. He said meaningfully, "Junior Brother Ye, you've been a bit conspicuous recently. You'd better stay out of the spotlight!"
"Thank you, Master Brother, for the reminder. I know this!" Ye Changsheng said with a bow.
After spending 150,000 spirit stones to buy the Fantasy Sand and killing the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Ye Changsheng's situation had become very dangerous.
However, he had thought of all this long before he agreed to kill Wang Chan .
He had to get the Phantom Sand, so he had no choice.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. If you are not brave enough to take this risk, how can you pursue immortality?
If there is any danger, the worst that can happen is we can just pack up and leave Tiannan!
After leaving the meeting hall of Huangfeng Valley, Ye Changsheng sent a sound transmission note to Senior Sister Chen, informing her of his recent situation.
Then, without going to see Senior Sister Chen, he went straight back to his cave, packed up, and slipped away.
Ye Changsheng is missing!
After leaving Yellow Maple Valley, he disappeared without a trace.
Originally, there were some people outside the Yellow Maple Valley secretly monitoring him.
However, the cultivation levels of those people are generally not very high.
They failed to keep up with Ye Changsheng and were completely left behind by him, and then they lost him completely.
Standing on the Flying Spirit Shuttle, Ye Changsheng flew at full speed, his speed was as fast as that of a Jindan cultivator.
"It should be difficult to encounter the Jindan from the Demonic Sect within the territory of Yue State, so even if the Ghost Spirit Sect wants to monitor me, they can only send some Foundation Establishment disciples at most!"
"But, it's impossible for these people to catch me!"
"When I enter the late stage of foundation building, I won't be afraid of ordinary Jindan!"
"Even if we can't defeat someone in the middle or late Jindan stage, it won't be a big problem to escape. As long as he's not a Yuanying cultivator, everything will be fine!"
"A sect like the Ghost Spirit Sect would not dare to offend the old demon He Huan. It is not worth offending the number one demon for a Wang Chan! Therefore, the probability of their Nascent Soul cultivators taking action is very low!"
“Even if Wang Chan’s father has lost his mind and wants to take action forcefully, there are many Yuanying from the Nine Kingdoms gathered in Yue Kingdom now. It won’t be that easy for him to sneak in!”
"In short, I am relatively safe before the war is over. Only when the war is over and the ban on Nascent Soul cultivators is lifted, I will be in danger!"
"Not only do the Nascent Souls on the Demonic Path want to attack me, but even among my own allies, there may be no shortage of people who want to kill me!"
"After all, I have the Magic Divine Sand worth 150,000 Spiritual Stones. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be tempted by it!"
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Flying in the air, Ye Changsheng thought of a lot of things.
At this moment, he was extremely grateful to the old demon Hehuan for imposing the ban on Nascent Soul cultivators from taking action.
This is undoubtedly a kind of protection for a low-level cultivator like him.
After speeding all the way, Ye Changsheng entered the territory of Yuanwu Kingdom.
He quietly came to a small hill outside the Tianxing Sect's market town.
The note flew in.
After a while, Xin Ruyin opened the formation restriction with a gentle smile and let him fly in.
"Ruyin, how is your comprehension of the skills I taught you last time going?" Ye Changsheng asked with an ambiguous smile on his face.
"Brother Ye, I..." Xin Ruyin blushed, her eyes flickered, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"whee!"
Xiaomei laughed at the side. She rolled her eyes and said with a cunning look:
"Mr. Ye, you don't know that since you left last time, Miss has been reading that martial arts book every day, and she is looking forward to your return every day!"
"Xiaomei, what nonsense are you talking about, you crazy girl?!" Xin Ruyin stomped her feet, and a charming blush appeared on her white jade face.
Walking up to her, Ye Changsheng grabbed her hand, lowered his head, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Ruyin, are you willing?"
She raised her head, her eyes were full of water, and she glanced at him shyly. Xin Ruyin turned her eyes away, as if she didn't dare to look directly at him:
"Please... please, Brother Ye... have mercy!"
Xin Ruyin's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and even her snow-white, slender neck was flushed.
Even someone as smart and generous as her couldn't remain calm at a moment like this.
With one hand around her waist, pulling her closer, and with the other hand behind her head, Ye Changsheng lifted Xin Ruyin's delicate head and slowly lowered it in her shy eyes.
