Chapter Eleven: Symbiotic Spirit Ore

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  Qingling Stone Que.

  After the nine peaks of Qingyun, there is a huge bluestone pagoda, surrounded by several mountain ranges, majestic and magnificent, with immortal mist lingering around, the Qingling Stone Pagoda sits among them, like a giant blue beast swallowing clouds and spitting out fog.

  The stone gate has a spiritual light, its entire body is spotless and flawless, with a thick aura of spirituality emanating from it.

  Two people arrived at the stone gate, and two Taoists blocked their way.

  "Isn't this Yun Fei's junior brother? We thought you weren't planning to bring Lingyun Zizhu this month, how come... do you still want to try your luck?"

  Two Taoists were not very old, they were the 16th generation disciples, belonging to Qingyun Peak. The Qingling Stone Gate was a vital place of Qingyun, and many treasures were stored here, guarded by the direct descendants of the head of Qingyun Peak.

  "Two seniors interfered too much."

  Yun Fei's face turned cold and he tried to bypass them, but was blocked by one of them.

  This person has black hair like ink, a white face without whiskers, and his eyes seem to have two-colored divine light, his body's energy is surging, his flesh has a clear fragrance overflowing, spotless and flawless, obviously his cultivation isn't something that can be compared to Cloud Flying, he has completely shed off the mortal dust, at least it's the cultivation of a complete Dao foundation.

  "Ah, so this is the junior brother of Qitian, looks like he's not ordinary, but has taken the wrong path, tsk tsk," The young man shook his head, "The path to immortality is a single road, one misstep and every step afterwards will be wrong, the way of the sword is already at its end, cultivation is useless, you're heading down a dead-end path."

  Looking at this person, his temperament is like a mountain, with an invisible aura of majesty that brings him immense pressure. His cultivation is probably not just limited to the Dao foundation.

  However, he still smiled and said: "Thank you, senior brother, for your concern. I have made up my mind."

  "Stubborn and unrepentant!"

  The young man snorted and stepped aside with another person to clear the way.

  "Come on, young master!"

  Both of them sneered coldly, their eyes wandering over the misty purple bamboo behind the two Qitian people as they walked into the Qingling Stone Gate.

  As soon as he entered the Stone Gate, he saw a dazzling array of spiritual light. On the ground of the Stone Gate, there were over ten piles of spiritual stones, each pile having hundreds of blocks. These spiritual stones were in various colors and emitted an astonishing amount of spiritual energy. Each block was about the size of a baby's fist, crystal clear and translucent like jade or precious gemstones.

  Apart from these, there were dozens to hundreds of grey stones beside the piles of spiritual stones. These stones looked like they had been around for a long time, with an ancient aura and a hint of spirituality flowing through them, but it was impossible to see through them.

  "Hmm, Yunfei you little scamp has finally arrived! And brought along Lingyunzi too, you've got some nerve!"

  After a pile of spiritual stones, an old Taoist in a purple robe stood up from the couch. The old Taoist had long white hair and beard, tall and majestic figure, playing with a small golden seal in his hand. Although he looked old and frail, there were clouds and mist swirling around his feet, and his body was surrounded by a faint aura of immortality, with a thick and powerful spiritual energy hidden within.

  Lao Dao suddenly stood up, as if a great mountain had risen from the ground, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down on him. He took a deep breath, and in his dantian, a faint golden aura frantically flowed and turned, spreading throughout his body, resisting this majestic energy that was like a mountain range.

  Terrible!

  Qitian's heart was shaken. This old man's cultivation was deep and immeasurable, and he didn't know what kind of realm he had reached, but it was absolutely not just the Dao foundation realm. He should be one of the elders of Qingyun Peak.

  The old Taoist swept a glance at the two of them, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, falling on Qitian.

  "Not bad, you're just like Qitian."

  "Have seen the elder."

  Qitian pays respects and transmits the rules of Qingyun Gate, emphasizing the importance of respecting one's teacher and the Tao. Qitian dares not to be remiss or slow.

  The old man nodded and then shook his head: "What a pity, with a body of pure gold, you insist on being so stubborn, wasting such a great opportunity for immortality."

  Zi Tian's heart stirred slightly, but he didn't say a word.

  "Akakawa Elder, we have come for the Spirit Stone."

  Yun Fei hastily interrupted, not daring to let the old man continue. The various peak elders were all highly accomplished and intelligent individuals, with some being exceptionally extraordinary. It was unwise to easily provoke them, and the elderly man in front of him was one such person.

  The old man seemed to have noticed Yunfei's thoughts, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, glancing at Yunfei and saying: "Alright, you can take the spiritual stones. Every month, each of the fifteen disciples will get two low-grade spiritual stones. I see that young master Yun has also brought ten stalks of hundred-year-old Lingyun Purple Bamboo - could it be that you still want to try your luck?"

  The old man pointed to a pile of gray stones beside the Ling Stone, looked up and down at Yun Fei, and said: "Young man, your luck has never been very good."

  On the other side, two young Taoist priests followed closely behind, watching with cold eyes but saying nothing.

  Yun Fei's face looked a bit unsightly as he pulled Qi Tian along to retrieve the Ling Stone.

  Ling stones have different attributes, with Qitian pure gold body, inhaling and exhaling is golden spiritual energy, naturally needed is Jinling stone.

  The golden spirit stone shone brightly, as if there was a flow of golden divine light inside. As soon as he picked up a piece of the golden spirit stone, Qi Tian felt the aura in his dantian stirring restlessly, wanting to rush into it directly, and only by suppressing it did he manage to hold back.

  This is just a low-grade Golden Spirit Stone, and Qitian has already felt the thick and pure golden spirit energy within it. If it were mid-grade or high-grade, it would be hard to imagine.

  However, with a glance from Qitian, it seemed that there were only low-grade spirit stones in this place. The spiritual energy contained in each spirit stone was not much different.

  Yun Fei Wu Xing biased towards gold, biased towards earth. After taking a piece of golden spirit stone and then taking a piece of earth spirit stone, he immediately put down the purple bamboo behind him with Qi Tian, and came to that one push of gray stone.

  "A hundred years of misty purple bamboo, old and square, each one can be used as two pieces of low-grade spirit stone, a total of twenty pieces of low-grade spirit stone. These accompanying spirit mines, you can choose five pieces."

  Yun Fei nodded and walked into the pile of gray stones, constantly tapping and listening carefully. These gray stones were what was known as companion spirit ore.

  Zitian had heard Yunfei mention it on the road before. The companion spirit ore was a leftover waste rock after the spiritual stone vein was mined, and because it was closest to the spiritual stone, it was stained with spirituality, hence its name as companion spirit ore.

  While accompanying the spiritual mine, although most are waste rocks, they also often contain pure spiritual stones. Some large spiritual stone veins have even produced high-quality spiritual stones from waste rocks, which are invaluable. Because of the difficulty in mining, they are often gathered by various immortal sects for people to choose and understand their own aura.

  Yun Fei wandered among the many companion spirit mines, sometimes frowning and sometimes concentrating his thoughts. He stretched out his hand to touch the texture of the spirit mine stones, wanting to see something from the stone skin of these waste rocks.

  Qitian was somewhat curious and walked in, carefully observing them. However, these congenital spiritual mines were all similar, with almost no difference. Qitian looked at them for half a day without gaining anything.

  At this time, some Ba Miao Dao practitioners came in one after another, seemingly to exchange materials with Ming Shi Lao Dao, but they all stopped in their tracks upon seeing the two of them and surrounded them.

  "Hey, Yunfei is really bold this time, he actually brought back ten stalks of hundred-year-old Tianyun purple bamboo."

  "For a hundred years, the misty purple bamboo can be used to refine three types of Taoist instruments, and the misty bamboo liquid can also help cultivate one's skills. Unfortunately, except for Jianfeng, none of my eight meridians have it."

  Someone with a good understanding of Tao saw the purple bamboo on the ground and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  "Let's see what he can cut out this time. If the Purple Bamboo Sword continues to decline like this, I think even Master Mingjian will have to take him down!"

  Some people also showed disdain and spoke coldly, but their eyes did not leave the ten stalks of misty purple bamboo.

  He nodded slightly, and Qitian knew that this time Yunfei had come to open his eyes, and he understood some things. Otherwise, even if he used the Xuanzi Purple Bamboo, he wouldn't be able to cut off ten stalks at once.

  After being on the Immortal Path for a month, Qitian also understood many things and was no longer as ignorant as before.

  The nine grades of Taoist instruments, the materials that can be used to refine Taoist instruments are not ordinary objects. After refining them into Taoist instruments, they can give birth to Taoist rhymes and possess various divine powers. The Lingzhu purple bamboo that can refine three-grade Taoist instruments is not particularly precious in the entire Qingyun Jiufeng, but it's also not something that an average 17th generation disciple can easily obtain. To take out ten stalks at once, even a 16th generation peak master's disciple would have to hesitate for a moment.

  In the blink of an eye, without thinking, Qitian placed his hand on a piece of congenital spiritual ore. The next moment, he showed a hint of unusual color, and there was a subtle movement in his heart. (New book rankings, please vote for support from all book friends! Also, collect one or two!)