Chapter Thirteen: The Wooden Spirit Stone

  Qingling Stone Que.

  The Eight Meridians Path's gaze converged, and the spiritual light was suppressed by the aura of others. The spirit stone also lost its luster.

  Yun Fei nodded, let out a soft breath, and a smile reappeared on his face. He pointed at the last piece of Congenital Spiritual Mineral and shouted: "Cut it for me!"

  "This kid still doesn't give up, if this piece of companion spirit ore can be cut into spirit stone, even the immortal tomb would be smoking."

  "But even if you cut out a spiritual stone, in these few years, there have been at most two spiritual stones."

  Those who have a way look at each other with cold eyes, and ruthlessly determine that they all have a lot of depth, and often come to find one or two companion spirit mines. As for the spirit mine, they have a good understanding.

  Holding a three-inch purple bamboo knife, a clear and bright laugh sounded, and along a stone seam, it quickly cut down.

  Hmph!

  A piece of stone skin as big as a palm fell off, the gray stone skin fell to the ground, crushed into powder, and everyone's expression became even colder. Some people had already turned around and left.

  On the other side, Yun Fei had a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Qi Tian. He had let go of everything in his heart and no longer took anything seriously. Occasionally, he would glance at the crowd, committing everyone's faces to memory.

  "I'll trade you that spirit stone bead."

  A slightly cold voice rang out, Yun Fei was slightly stunned, and everyone looked over to see the female cultivator from Lianhua Peak who had arrived earlier walking lightly towards them.

  This woman's appearance was elegant and refined, with a pale complexion and delicate features. Her entire body was surrounded by a faint blue mist, and her figure was slender and graceful. As she approached, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and without realizing it, they all stepped back slightly.

  He looked at the woman and only felt that her eyes were as cold as ice. Although she was being stared at by everyone, there wasn't a hint of change in her expression. Her demeanor had a chilling aura, and he couldn't bear to look directly at her after just one glance.

  Yun Fei looked at her, thought for a moment, and then his eyes gleamed with surprise as he said, "Could it be that you are Qing Lian Shifu's sixth disciple, Han Zi Cong, Han Shijie?"

  Hanzi Qing looked at him with a hint of strange color in her eyes and said, "Lianyi has mentioned it to you."

  Yun Fei nodded and handed over the Ling Stone Pearl in his hand, saying: "This Ling Stone Pearl, since Shuang Jian wants it, I'll give it to Shuang Jian."

  Receiving the Lingzhu, Hanzi's sleeve fluttered lightly as she handed over two glittering spirit stones, one gold and one yellow, which instantly fell into Yunfei's arms.

  She turned and left, but her voice was cold and piercing to the ear.

  "Lotus Peak's disciples don't owe anyone a favor."

  Yun Fei felt a bit awkward, and the wise man next to him sneered, laughing at his clumsy attempts to curry favor but getting nothing good out of it.

  Qitian frowned on one side, this woman was cold and arrogant, but didn't give people a chance to save face.

  That Qingming continued to cut, the purple bamboo knife had a sharp edge, with a faint purple glow, although it was only three inches long, it also had a hint of mysterious aura emanating from it, clearly also a fine Daoist artifact.

  Pfft——

  The second knife fell, and all that was heard was a soft "tsk" sound, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

  "How is it possible!"

  "It's a ghost!"

  Many people exclaimed, some couldn't believe it, and saw that the person's head-sized congenital spirit mine had stripped off two pieces of stone skin, revealing numerous bright green stripes densely covering its surface, layer upon layer, like a silkworm spitting silk and condensing into a cocoon, filling with an unusual splendor.

  Ming Shi Lao Dao was also startled, came forward, took a closer look, and then looked at Qi Tian with a sigh: "This is your first time taking action, you really have good luck, the spiritual pattern is like a cocoon, it must be a spiritual stone, it will not be small."

  "This luck is also too..."

  "It's also Yun Fei's good luck!"

  Some Taoists originally turned around and left, but now they have turned back, with a look of envy in their eyes that doesn't need to be said.

  "Junior brother, it's a spiritual stone! It's a spiritual stone!"

  Yun Fei Lang burst out laughing, unrestrained and without reserve, stretching out his hand to slap Qi Tian twice, saying: "It's still you kid who has good luck, today I brought you here, it was indeed the right decision!"

  Qitian also smiled, with ups and downs in his heart at the same time.

  In the dantian qihai, that light golden gas is shining like a dawn cloud, with a fierce divine light, and a hint of sharpness is revealed, like a swimming dragon shuttling through the sixteen directions of the acupuncture points, settling in the dantian qihai, like a real dragon coiling around, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist.

  "Clear, keep cutting!"

  Akira's old path drank, that clear purple bamboo knife closely attached to the spiritual pattern, lightly cut down with a single knife.

  Ding——

  There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, a thin layer of stone skin fell off, and a strand of green spiritual light burst out, crystal clear and translucent, like beautiful jade.

  "It's so thin that I can see the Ling Stone, it's not small, probably as big as a sea bowl, there are about forty pieces of Mu Ling Stone."

  "Over the years, this is still the largest spiritual stone that Qingling Stone has cut out for me. Yun Xiaozi, adding to what you left behind and the misty purple bamboo you sent over, it's all back now."

  Forty pieces of low-grade spirit stone!

  Qingyun Xianmen, the 17th generation disciples can get one piece of low-grade spirit stone every month, and the 16th generation disciples only have two pieces. Forty pieces of low-grade spirit stones are almost equivalent to the foundation of a 16th generation disciple for nearly two years. Many Taoists present were moved to tears.

  They belong to the eight veins, Qingyun nine veins. Except for Jianfeng, all other eight veins have many disciples. Unlike Yunfei's two people in Jianfeng, who are unscrupulous, Jianfeng has some that can be used.

  Although his complexion was poor, Qingming continued to wield the sword, and the blade of the purple bamboo knife was very sharp. The thin layer of stone skin around the wooden spirit stone flew up one after another, and soon fell off completely.

  A sea-bowl-sized wooden spiritual stone exuded vigorous vitality, and the majestic wooden spiritual energy flowed tirelessly within it. This piece of wooden spiritual stone was extremely pure, even more so than those piled up in the Stone Gate, with a hint of green mist floating on its surface, shining with a divine light.

  Yun Fei's eyebrows rose and his eyes sparkled with a smile as he picked up the huge wooden Ling stone, about the size of a sea bowl, and shook it towards Qitian, saying: "Younger brother, you're still lucky, so lucky!"

  He was previously ridiculed by everyone, but now he finally has the confidence and his voice is much louder.

  The people around the various meridians knew his intentions, and one by one they turned their sleeves and left. However, the gaze towards the wooden spirit stone was an astonishment that could not be concealed. Some of them secretly made a decision to work hard for a month or two and try to cut out a piece of companion spirit ore, perhaps it would save a year or two of effort.

  Entering the Immortal Path means having an immortal fate and a prosperous aura. As one of the Eight Lineage Disciples, no one believes that their luck is worse than Yun Fei's, let alone a new junior brother who has just entered the Immortal Gate.

  "Alright, Yun Xiaozi, are you going to trade this piece of Wood Spirit Stone?"

  Looking at Yun Fei's appearance, Ming Shi Lao Dao couldn't help but roll his eyes.

  The smile faded away, Yun Fei took a look at the wooden Ling stone in his hand and handed it over to Lao Dao.

  The old man patted the wooden spirit stone and said, "This piece of wood spirit stone is quite pure, with a fullness of spiritual energy that has almost reached the peak of lower-grade spirit stones. I won't cheat you, young one. This piece of wood spirit stone can be exchanged for about forty-five pieces of lower-grade spirit stones. You understand, don't you? Forty pieces of lower-grade spirit stones are worth a lot in both the Golden and Earthly markets."

  Qitian's eyes showed a different color, standing on one side without making a sound. Yun Fei seemed to have already gotten used to it, he pondered for a moment and said: "Thirty-five gold spirit stones and five earth spirit stones."

  "Big brother, you——"

  Qitian wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yunfei. He said in a deep voice: "Brother will be able to complete the foundation of Tao within half a year, you just entered the door, compared to brother, you need more spiritual stones, besides, today is also brother who took advantage of your light, brother takes five pieces of golden spiritual stone, five pieces of earth spiritual stone, it's already enough, you don't need to say more, I am brother, listen to me."

  In his heart, Zitian felt a faint warmth rising, knowing that saying more would be useless, so he didn't say anything else.

  On the other hand, Ming Shi Lao Dao revealed a hint of unusual color, looked up and down at Yun Fei, then turned around silently, swung his sleeve, and suddenly dozens of spirit stones flew out from among the tens of piles, falling into Yun Fei's arms.

  Forty-five.

  Yun Fei's gaze swept across, and he blinked his eyes again. Indeed, there were forty-five pieces of low-grade spirit stones among them, with forty pieces being golden spirit stones.

  Akashi——

  "Cut the crap and get out of here, old man!"

  Akakawa's old Taoist scolded and walked into the tens of piles of spirit stones, and then there was a voice again.

  "Clear and calm, clear water, you two useless things, get out of the way for Lao Dao! (During this new book period, everyone is strongly supporting Jian Zu with recommendation votes. Recommendation votes and collections are very important! Rolling on the ground!)