Chapter Thirty-Three: Heading to Nanwan

  "How many spirit crystals?"

  Tian Qi's expression changed slightly as he hesitated, revealing a hint of embarrassment: "This... originally cost twenty spirit crystals, but I'll give you a discount, so let's just say nine crystals will do!"

  "This is unnecessary, since it's ten spiritual crystals, then just ten!" Wang Fei said the opposite, making Tian Qi feel embarrassed.

  Then, Wang Fei flipped his hand over, and thirty pieces of Ling Crystal flew out, falling into Tian Qi's hands.

  Looking at the spiritual crystal in his hand with the flowing spiritual energy, Tian Qi thanked him repeatedly, while Wang Fei just waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary, and bid farewell to leave.

  On the shaded path, Wang Fei was fiddling with the newly acquired Explosive Pellet in his hand, and he was also delighted at heart. To others, it might be just a child's plaything, but to Wang Fei, it was a lifesaver. As for giving Tian Qiling Crystal without hesitation, it wasn't that Wang Fei was really so generous, but rather had an ulterior motive.

  He needs to give the other party an illusion that he is a trustworthy person, and then get more explosive pellets from him, or even the method of refining explosive pellets.

  As his cultivation level increases, Wang Fei can use this to play a greater role and tap into the potential of this object. In doing so, Wang Fei does not lose out.

  Then Wang Fei wandered around again and saw nothing unusual, so he returned to his own courtyard, relaxed, and it was time to get down to business.

  Arriving at the practice room, Wang Fei sat cross-legged and flipped out a small grayish-white flag from the Lingzhu, the Hundred Corpses Flag.

  Although this object is possessed by evil demons and heretics, it becomes better when encountered with good and worse when encountered with evil. Although I am not a reincarnation of a saint, I am also not an evil being. Using it in the right way does not go against the natural order of the world.

  Gently waving this small flag, Wang Fei's eyes suddenly changed, and he infused a stream of spiritual energy into it.

  In an instant, a grayish-white corpse energy burst out of the Hundred Corpses Flag and quickly filled the entire alchemy room.

  Wang Fei's expression didn't change, he pressed the incantation on the Corpse Qi Flag, urged the spiritual power, and struck out a strange talisman seal, injecting it into the small flag. The small flag let out a shrill cry, and from within it drilled out a zombie with a green face and fangs, its entire body emitting white fur.

  He opened his blood-red eyes, bared his teeth, and swung his ghostly claws, taking a step closer to Wang Fei with each offset.

  Wang Fei let out a cold snort, and the spell incantation moved again. The seal changed continuously. The corpse seemed to be under immense threat, letting out a shrill cry as it retreated backwards.

  At this moment, Wang Fei hooked his right hand and pinched out a drop of fresh blood, pointing it at the center of the Hundred Corpses Flag.

  "Hurrah!"

  As the blood dripped onto the banner, it suddenly moved and unfolded in the wind, rustling loudly. The blood droplets gradually spread out, soon covering the entire front of the banner, a red glow bursting forth into the sky.

  Blood Sacrifice Refining!

  Wang Fei surprisingly used his own essence and blood to refine this object, allowing him to establish a subtle connection with it, thus smoothly controlling the object.

  Wang Fei was not a demon cultivator after all. For these demonic objects, he needed to use his vital blood to refine them first before he could use them freely; otherwise, he would suffer from backlash.

  A red light flashed, ghosts wailed and gods howled, the sound of "Wu Wu" was endless in my ears. If it weren't for Wang Fei setting up a forbidden array outside the house earlier, I would have been discovered by people long ago.

  Wang Fei knew that the Forbidden Array was just a minor trick and wouldn't last long, so he had to end it quickly. He flipped his palm and slapped again, releasing a burst of spiritual energy that instantly merged into the Hundred Corpses Flag.

  With a buzz, the Hundred Corpse Banner shook several times in a row, and the light gradually dissipated. The emaciated corpse-refining puppet shook its head, waved its arms a few times, and then retreated back inside.

  Looking at the finally quieted Bai Shi flag, Wang Fei wiped his sweaty forehead, took a deep breath, and began to meditate, the drop of essence blood he had just used up had consumed a lot of his energy, with the time for the Cultivation Conference approaching, he had to recover quickly.

  In the next few days, Wang Fei devoted himself to sitting still and cultivating his spirit, as well as mastering the subtleties of the Hundred Corpses Banner.

  Seven days later, with only three days left before the Spiritual Cultivation Conference, Wang Fei packed his bags and set out. Of course, he first had to go to the sect's personnel department to notify them and obtain permission to leave. As for those fellow disciples who had gathered together earlier, they had already departed.

  After obtaining the qualification token, Wang Fei left Danfeng Sect. This was his first time going out far away since he joined the sect, and he felt quite sentimental in his heart.

  The Xiū Zhēn Yì Huì is an exchange conference between the five major schools of the State of Yan, which is quite grand and usually held every two or three years. The location often changes, and this time it was in Yuè Quán Gǔ (Moon Spring Valley) of Nán Tān Qún Lǐng (South Beach Group Ridge).

  These things, Wang Fei naturally didn't know, but now his cultivation was among the top in ordinary disciples, and he could casually find a junior brother to ask.

  Wang Fei had originally planned to leave early, but the use of the Bai Shi flag had reached a critical period and he couldn't help but delay. Fortunately, it did not disappoint him, and the Bai Shi flag was finally settled. With this thing in hand, Wang Fei gained another bargaining chip.

  Two days later...

  Nan Tan Qun Ling, located in the southern part of Yan State, stretches for dozens of miles, with lush vegetation and dense foliage. Its main peak, Gu Dao Feng, is famous for its steepness and grandeur, with a height of several thousand meters. The mountain top has many strange rocks, and it is said that even cranes find it difficult to fly over.

  On the north side of Gudao Peak, there is a valley called Yuquan Valley. It is named after this because there is a crescent-shaped spring in the valley, with clear water that can be seen at the bottom, and no dust or impurities. This attracts tourists from all directions to come and visit.

  Only around Moon Spring Valley, there are many wild beasts and bandits, tourists have been attacked one after another, and few people have asked about it for a long time.

  On that day, a young man of no more than twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance and wearing coarse linen clothes, came to the outside of Moon Spring Valley. The young man circled around the valley and saw that there was no one around before walking in.

  This young man was Wang Fei. He had deliberately dressed this way. Originally, he came to Xiuzhen Yi Hui with a low-key attitude, and this was also one of the reasons why he did not want to travel with Mo Zixuan and others.

  He glanced at the quiet and secluded path, Wang Fei opened his divine sense, this place had ferocious beasts, but they were all ordinary manual beast classes. Under Wang Fei's divine sense scan, those restless wild beasts immediately retreated. Next, Wang Fei manipulated the spiritual power in his body, displaying the light step technique, along the path, heading into the valley.

  Although the light footwork was swift as the wind, this place is far from the valley and requires some time. On the way, Wang Fei also saw several figures flashing by, needless to say, they were all cultivators who wanted to participate in the Cultivation Easy Conference.

  Wang Fei did not take the initiative to chat, but instead deliberately avoided him. He who loved to be alone would never take the initiative to make friends with strangers. Moreover, if he were to meet someone with strong magical powers and a crooked heart, wouldn't that be asking for trouble? The purpose of this trip was to find the spiritual instrument, so it's better to have fewer troubles than more.

  Half a time later, Wang Fei arrived in the valley, but his vision was shrouded by layers of fog, blocking his view and making it impossible to see anything clearly.

  Wang Fei smiled calmly, and his eyes were just a shallow illusion, which couldn't stump him.