Chapter Twelve: Spirit Stone Bead

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  Among the stone tablets.

  Ling stone divine light is resplendent, sparkling like a rainbow.

  The atmosphere was heavy and condensed, the air was a bit stagnant. More than a dozen Daoists were silent, staring at Yun Fei walking in the companion spirit mine. On one side, Qi Tian and others just glanced over and then turned their eyes away.

  Although Qitian was rumored to have an extraordinary physique, he had chosen the wrong immortal path and was only a mortal who had just entered the immortal realm for a month, so no one took him seriously.

  At this time, Qi Tian was gently stroking a piece of companion spirit ore the size of a human head, appearing calm on the surface but with a stormy sea in his heart.

  In the dantian, a golden light as thick as half of a little finger shines brightly, penetrating the 16 directions and apertures, like a large dragon absorbing water, generating an enormous devouring force that wants to burst out from the palm.

  This feeling is like practicing sword scriptures, when exhaling golden energy and inhaling spiritual energy, the aura is eager to devour the spiritual energy.

  Heart thoughts flashed, Qi Tian once again stroked the seven or eight congenital spiritual mines, and found that only two congenital spiritual mines made Qi Mang produce a desire to devour. Among them, the one he touched first had the most movement, almost bursting out of his body.

  Her eyes shone brightly as she looked up at Yun Fei, who had already picked out four companion spirit ores and was now searching for the last one. However, he seemed to have exhausted his mental energy, his gaze constantly shifting, unable to make a decision.

  "Big Brother!"

  Qitian called out in a gentle voice, Yunfei was taken aback, looked at Qitian, and immediately revealed a smile, saying: "Just right, this last piece, I also can't judge it, let's just let Shidi choose one and see how the aura is."

  "This kid is really reckless. Qi Tian has just entered the Immortal Path, how could he possibly have the skill to select a suitable stone for the Ling Master? He probably doesn't even have any insight at all. It seems like he's trying his luck."

  "What a family wrecker!"

  There are eight paths that cannot be seen, a low voice scolds, Yun Fei slightly frowns, but is mixed with indifference.

  Qitian nodded and casually touched a few pieces of associated spirit ore, then selected the first piece that was about the size of a human head and handed it to Yunfei, saying: "This one will do."

  "He's really casual, doesn't understand a thing, let's see what he can cut out."

  Onlookers who had a way coldly sneered at Qi Tian's casualness, which they couldn't tolerate. They had been in the immortal door for a long time and hadn't even chosen a congenital spirit mine as lavishly as Qi Tian did, it was simply not worth mentioning.

  Five pieces of Ling ore were selected, and Ming Shi Lao Dao's eyes flickered as he said, "Yun Xiao Zi, you have made your choice."

  Yun Fei hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Decided."

  "Qingming, you go and cut it open."

  "Yes, Master!"

  One of the two men from before walked out alone, his palm flipped over, and a three-inch-long purple bamboo knife materialized in mid-air.

  A treasure hidden in the air!

  Qitian's eyes lit up in front of him, knowing that this person had already achieved absolute perfection in his Taoist foundation and had developed Taoist power. Otherwise, it would be impossible to bring external objects into the dantian qihai.

  Five pieces of Ling ore are arranged in a row, varying in size, but the largest is about the size of a millstone. Each piece has chaotic stone patterns on its surface, flowing with ancient aura.

  "First place!"

  The young man swept a glance at Qitian, and the three-inch purple bamboo knife was very sharp, cutting along a stone pattern.

  A piece of stone skin fell off, and the gray dross poured down with a rustling sound. The young man's knife skills were swift, each knife falling along a line of stone texture. Qitian's eyes revealed a sharp glint, this was also a superior knife technique.

  Unfortunately, among all the weapons, only the sword has entered the immortal path and evolved into a school of sword immortals. The rest of the weapons have become mortal instruments for battle and killing. Nevertheless, Qitian carefully observed the young man's knife skills and verified them in his mind. He remembered Yun Fei's words about "all swords returning to their origin" and felt that Mingjian Dao Ren had spoken with great reason.

  It is also vaguely clear that in order to comprehend the true meaning of Taiji Sword, one may need to have a breakthrough in Wan Jian Gui Zong first.

  Observe all kinds of sword techniques, peel off the cocoon and get the essence.

  Pfft——

  At this time, the first piece of associated spirit ore was thoroughly broken open, and except for a pile of stone powder, there was nothing.

  "Second block!"

  The young man's voice was slightly raised, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and the purple bamboo knife fell again towards the second accompanying spirit mine.

  Not long after, the second associated spirit ore was also broken open, and it was also a pile of dross, leaving nothing behind.

  "Third!"

  The voice of the young Daoist grew louder, and Yun Fei's face became increasingly ugly. By the time all three pieces of Congenital Spiritual Mineral had turned to dust, Yun Fei had already clenched his fists and stared fixedly at the fourth piece of Congenital Spiritual Mineral.

  "This is the fourth and last piece. If there isn't this one, the ten stalks of purple bamboo would have been a waste."

  "Hmph, what a waste of family resources! I think Jian Feng's days are numbered too."

  A straightforward person speaks directly and doesn't care if Yun Fei is standing in front of him, his tone is extremely unpleasant.

  "Fourth block, haha, let's see what good stuff he can cut out!"

  Some people are rejoicing at others' misfortune, and no one is going to look at that fifth piece of companion spirit ore, which was chosen by Qitian, and everyone chose to ignore it.

  Everyone has their own ways, all being watched by Qitian with a discerning eye. He had an epiphany, realizing that even after entering the path of immortality, human nature cannot be eradicated.

  "Fourth block!"

  The young Daoist almost sneered as he opened his mouth, the purple bamboo knife in his hand slowly falling, almost pulling everyone's attention, and the air was thick with bated breath.

  Qitian's face turned slightly pale, and the many Taoists present held their breath. In the invisible air, there was a momentum that oppressed them, and even the air couldn't move. He had a feeling of being trapped in a vacuum.

  He increasingly felt the power of Xian Dao, which could kill people without a trace.

  Pfft——

  The first piece of stone skin fell off, the cut was smooth as a mirror, but Yun Fei's fist tightened even more. This was a companion spirit mine that was as big as a millstone, much larger than the previous three pieces. The young Daoist seemed to be cutting slowly on purpose, which made many people hold their breath.

  It's said that among the nearly twenty Eight Trigrams cultivators in this area, there are quite a few who occasionally come to try their luck. If they're lucky, they can cut out a large piece of low-grade spirit stone, which is enough to compare to several months' worth of sect supplies, and can make their cultivation progress faster.

  It is also seen in people who cut jade, they are equally shocked, as if they feel the same.

  Pfft——

  Another piece of stone skin fell off and crumbled into dregs.

  The man with the Way finally couldn't help but shout: "You're slow and dragging your feet, can you hurry up!"

  "Hurry up, aren't you full yet?"

  One after another, people shouted that the young man's eyes hesitated for a moment. He couldn't afford to offend these few people who spoke up, so he didn't make a sound and instead swallowed the air in his mouth, speeding up his pace.

  Pfft——

  Pfft——

  Several pieces of stone skin fell off, and nothing was seen. At this time, the originally grinding pan-sized companion spirit ore was only left with a diameter of about a washbasin.

  The Ling mine was surrounded by dross, and some of the eight vein practitioners had already secretly shaken their heads. Among them was a female cultivator who had appeared at an unknown time, born with a beautiful face and a fragrant body, wearing a long cyan-white dress, with water vapor diffusing around her. Wherever she went, the other vein practitioners made way for her.

  Hmph!

  Another knife fell, and the sea bowl was cut in half directly.

  "Soul Stone!"

  A Taoist suddenly shouted, and Yun Fei instantly opened his eyes wide to look over, only to see that from the cut-open shell of the sea bowl, a blue-green spiritual stone bead rolled out.

  He furrowed his brow, this one spiritual stone bead was sky blue like the sea, with a mist of water surrounding it, should be an Aquamarine, but only the size of a thumb, not even half of a spiritual stone.

  "I'm afraid even half a piece of spiritual stone wouldn't be enough, let alone ten stalks of Cloudflight Purple Bamboo. Hmm, Cloudflight Junior Brother, if you're willing, would you also give a few stalks to your Senior Brother?"

  "Alright, we can also give you one or two pieces of spirit stone, what's the point of this, haha!"

  Finally, someone couldn't help but burst out laughing. Yun Fei clenched his fists tightly, his face darkening as he bent down to pick up the Ling Stone Pearl, and was about to take a step back.

  "Big Brother!"

  Yun Fei's body shook, and he turned his head to see Qi Tian smiling at him, saying: "There's still one more piece, try it again, what's the harm? Maybe, little brother, I'll get lucky on my first try."

  Qitian's eyes were clear and bright, fixedly staring at Yun Fei while slightly scanning the crowd. He remembered everyone's posture in his heart. (New book period, seeking recommendation votes, collection!)