Chapter Fifty-Four: Middle-Grade Spirit Stone

  Holy Spirit Plaza

  After Zitian and the other two had chosen their spiritual mines, five young Daoists came in one after another.

  The five young men wore cyan Taoist robes, with a red medicine cauldron printed on their chests. The middle-aged Taoist who had come earlier accompanied them carefully.

  Yun Fei transmitted his voice: "The Red Cauldron, they are the 18th generation disciples of Yao Xian Gu, equivalent to my 17th generation disciple status in Qing Yun Sect."

  Descendant of Yao Xian Gu!

  It's no wonder that as soon as these five people entered, a fragrance of medicine followed, and it turned out to be from the Valley of Medicine Immortals.

  "The disciples of Yao Xian Gu are not ordinary, I, Qing Yun Zong and Zi Yue Dong Tian, exchange a large number of spiritual pills for spiritual stones every year, so these disciples of Yao Xian Gu look down on others outside, often unwilling to bother with anyone."

  Yun Fei's tone was filled with disdain: "But just a group of people relying on their sect, pretending to be something they're not!"

  Two people transmitted two sentences, and then they placed two pieces of congenital spiritual ore in front of the old Taoist.

  "The two little friends have been chosen."

  Yun Fei nodded: "Not bad, just these two pieces."

  Pfft——

  One of the disciples of Yao Xian Gu couldn't help but burst out laughing after watching for so long.

  "That big one has some appearance, but it's also superficial. The stone pattern is too neat, usually with spiritual stones hidden inside. After countless years of spiritual energy washing, there should be a few incomplete ones, it's too fake!"

  The other four people all nodded, and one of them pointed at the bloodstone that was less than half the size of a human head and sneered: "I don't know how such a stone was selected, if this can be cut into a spiritual stone, I'm afraid even I could become an ancestor."

  "Cut it."

  Yun Fei's face was cold and he ignored the five people.

  At this moment, the old Taoist took out a cyan jade knife. The jade knife was radiant with divine light and had a hint of Taoist rhyme flowing on its surface, which was faint but emanated from the knife itself.

  "The four-product Taoist instrument has been branded with a hint of Tao rhyme! There is hope for promotion to the fifth product!"

  One of the disciples of Yao Xian Gu exclaimed, and the five people no longer had any doubts in their hearts. This Sheng Ling Fang's cut-stone jade knife had already reached fourth-grade, and by looking at one part, the whole situation could be seen. These ancient spiritual mines were mostly not bad either.

  The first to be cut was the piece of bloodstone that Yun Fei had chosen, which was about two grinding discs in size. The old Daoist's knife skills were skilled, and with each knife falling, there was a sense of rhythm accompanying it. Qi Tian only noticed then that this old Daoist's cultivation was something he couldn't see through, and it seemed that his strength wasn't weak at all.

  Five disciples of Yao Xian Gu became even more determined and took two steps forward, wanting to see more clearly.

  Pfft——

  Pfft——

  Pieces of blood-colored stone skin fell to the ground, and two grinding disc-sized blood stones quickly remained only as large as a grinding disc.

  No ghost in sight!

  Yun Fei couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, could it be true that this Bloodstone was just an empty shell as the disciples of Yao Xian Valley had said.

  The old man's knife skills were swift, the jade knife was sharp, and soon only a human-head-sized bloodstone remained. At this time, except for the stone pattern still being the stone pattern, not a single spiritual pattern appeared, and no spirituality could be sensed at all.

  "Only those with great luck can produce spiritual stones!"

  Another disciple of Yao Xian Gu smiled lightly and asked the middle-aged Taoist on the side about the origin and history of the Blood Stone.

  After a brief moment, the only remaining fist-sized Bloodstone was shattered by Old Dao with one slash. Nothing remained.

  Ten pieces of low-grade spirit stone!

  Yun Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly. Having just entered the Demon City, he hadn't even found a single piece of spiritual stone yet, and his own spiritual stones had been swept clean from his body. This was really...

  "Big brother, isn't there still one more? Last time, my luck wasn't bad."

  Yun Fei's eyes lit up at the sight, recalling how he had once cut out a large piece of spiritual stone from an unremarkable companion spirit ore in Qingling Stone Threshold. It was indeed a stroke of good fortune, but when Yun Fei looked at the remaining bloodstone, his enthusiasm waned. This bloodstone was too shoddy and almost rotten, fearing that it would crumble with just a slight force.

  "It's actually still thinking of cutting, it's really 'not seeing a coffin and dropping tears', if I had chosen such a stone, I would have left immediately."

  "You're courting death!"

  Five disciples of Yao Xian Gu burst out laughing, thinking that Qi Tian was trying to save face and didn't want to lose face for Qing Yun Zong.

  "Really going to cut?"

  Even the old Taoist showed a hesitant expression, and advised: "This young friend, since today's luck is not here, come back in a few days. This stone, I've seen many stones over the years, although I'm not as good as a spiritual master, but I still have some insight. This bloodstone will absolutely not produce even half a piece of spiritual stone."

  Qitian remained unmoved and chuckled lightly: "It's just a matter of a few knife strikes, if I'm lucky today, I might even be able to take away one or two pieces of spiritual stone."

  "How dare you!"

  Some of the Medicine Valley disciples couldn't bear it anymore and spoke up, "I've never seen anyone with such a thick face. This stone can't possibly produce spiritual stones. Kid, if you don't want to lose face for Qingyun Sect, hurry up and leave. Your sect's leader has been stationed in Demon City for half a year, if he finds out, the two of you will probably be immediately expelled."

  Qitian looked at him and insisted: "No matter how many, just a few knives will do."

  Lao Dao looked at Yun Fei: "Really?"

  Yun Fei gritted his teeth and said, "Cut!"

  The old man shook his head with some regret, these two were too stubborn, not to mention that they could still save a bit of face, but now it was cut off. If today's events spread out, it wouldn't just be them losing face, all the disciples of Qingyun Sect in Magic City would lose face as well.

  With a jade knife in hand, the old man didn't bother to feel for any stone patterns and directly slashed down. He wanted these two to give up early because after them, there was an even bigger deal waiting.

  "I don't know what to say!"

  Several disciples of Yao Xian Gu sneered, but before they could speak again, a dazzling golden light illuminated the entire grand hall.

  Ding——

  The old Taoist's jade knife was almost knocked off by a single bullet, as if it were the sound of metal clashing.

  "Soul Stone!"

  "It's Golden Soul Stone, impossible!"

  Lao Dao and the five Medicine Valley disciples almost simultaneously exclaimed, the five Medicine Valley disciples felt that this was unbelievable, such a companion spirit mine, it's almost impossible to produce spiritual stones, while Lao Dao was incredulous, he knew all the bloodstones in the main hall, had already asked an expert to examine them, and it was fundamentally impossible for there to be any more spiritual stones.

  "Junior brother, it's a Golden Spirit Stone!" Yun Fei's eyes widened in surprise and he burst out laughing, but immediately his gaze froze, "No, the golden aura is swirling, the spiritual energy is forming mist, it's a mid-grade spirit stone!"

  Five disciples of Yao Xian Gu were thoroughly shocked, they looked down and saw a piece of golden spirit stone the size of an infant's head, surrounded by a halo of golden light, with dense spiritual energy almost condensing into mist. What else could it be if not a mid-grade spirit stone?

  One piece of medium-grade spirit stone is enough to compare with one hundred pieces of low-grade spirit stone, the spiritual energy is even more pure and refined. Usually no one wants to exchange for low-grade spirit stones. A piece as big as a baby's head can be split into two spirit stones, two medium-grade spirit stones are comparable to two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

  At this moment, the five disciples of Yao Xian Gu all had their eyes shining brightly, staring fixedly at the numerous blood stones in the hall. Qi Tian and the others had cut out two middle-grade spirit stones from twenty lower-grade spirit stones, a tenfold difference that was almost unimaginable. Even if they were to refine spirit elixirs in Yao Xian Gu, with the sect's spirit stones being sufficient, each of them would only be able to receive four lower-grade spirit stones and two middle-grade spirit stones per month, equivalent to more than four years' worth of supply for each of them.

  Picking up the golden spirit stone on the ground, Qi Tian said: "I don't know if Sheng Ling Fang exchanges spirit stones?"

  The old man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said: "Since you want to change the stone, of course, we will exchange it. I don't know which line of business you want to exchange it for."

  "One piece of medium-grade Golden Spirit Stone, and in addition, exchange it for fifty pieces of low-grade Golden Spirit Stones and fifty pieces of low-grade Earth Spirit Stones."

  The old Taoist nodded and beckoned the middle-aged Taoist to fetch the Ling stone. He then took over the mid-grade golden Ling stone from Qitian's hand, carefully examining it with a look of contemplation.

  After half a stick of incense, the middle-aged Taoist took out the Ling stone. Qitian put away that piece of medium-grade golden Ling stone, and Yun Fei didn't hesitate to take in all the remaining ones into his Dantian.

  "I wonder if the two little friends have made their choice yet?"

  Before Yun Fei could speak, Qi Tian shook his head and said, "Good fortune can only be relied upon once, not twice. Let's call it a day, Master Brother, let's go."

  Yun Fei nodded, and the two left Sheng Ling Fang. In front of Sheng Ling Fang, Qi Tian and Yun Fei saw many Daoists walking among the various spiritual fangs. Some Daoists who saw the two coming out of Sheng Ling Fang were smiling lightly and shaking their heads. (Sword Ancestor's new book is currently ranked fifth on the charts, thank you to everyone for your support! Does everyone still have motivation? Tomorrow will continue with three more chapters! Please ask each friend who has collected Sword Ancestor's book to vote for a few recommendation tickets, let Sword Ancestor go further, and make our sword path even more brilliant!)