After Wu Laoliu successfully retrieved the Storage Pouch that had fallen beside Fahai, he scanned it with his spiritual sense and was immediately overjoyed.
Indeed, picking up scraps is the way to go. The idea of not going into the depths to fight high-level battles was the right one.
Just as Wu Laoliu was about to leave, Fahai, who could no longer endure it, immediately coughed a few times and said haltingly, "This benefactor, this humble monk is about to perish. I still have more than a dozen Storage Pouchs on me. They are very fated with you. Come and take them."
Wu Laoliu was immediately startled, "Little Master, you haven't closed your eyes yet?"
Fahai said, "Benefactor, this humble monk is about to enter Nirvana. The Storage Pouchs on me are useless. It's better to give them all to the benefactor, as a good karma."
Wu Laoliu shook his head upon hearing this, "This is not good, greed is a bottomless pit. One is enough for me, I don't need the rest."
Fahai cursed inwardly, "Damn it, why isn't this old six taking the bait? Hurry up and come over!"
"Ahem, benefactor, the Storage Pouch on my person is prepared for you. If you don't take it, the Buddha will surely blame you, and your entire family will meet a bad end."
Wu Laoliu: "??"
"This humble monk truly intends to leave the Storage Pouch to you. It's right here on my chest. Come on, take it. It's all yours."
Wu Laoliu thought for a moment and nodded. "The little master speaks sense. You're about to die anyway. If I don't take the Storage Pouch, someone else will. I'll reluctantly accept it then."
Fahai heard this and the corner of his mouth curled slightly. "Hmph, the fat sheep is about to bite."
However, the next moment, Wu Laoliu twisted a bamboo stick mechanism. The bamboo stick immediately grew by another ten feet, extending towards Fahai and starting to poke around.
"Damn, why is this old man so professional?"
Fahai felt a surge of sorrow in his heart, but he still said, "Benefactor, can't you just come over and take it directly? If you keep jabbing like that, I won't even be able to rest in peace when I die."
Wu Laoliu: "No need. I'll just take a few from a distance. If I can't get any, I won't lose out."
Fahai: "Should I say something that's a bit... harsh?"
Soon, the other two Storage Pouches on Fahai's body slid down the bamboo pole and into Wu Laoliu's arms.
"Alright, little master, these are enough. Leave the extra Storage Pouches for other people with fate."
"Benefactor, can't you see things through to the end?"
"I know when to stop. Taking too much makes me uneasy. Let's leave it at that."
Seeing that Wu Laoliu was about to leave, Fahai immediately became anxious: "Benefactor, this little monk has a secret."
"What secret?"
"This little monk has a Soap in his pocket, which is an Emperor-Grade Spiritual Artifact."
"Soap? What's that?"
"It's this."
With that, Fahai painstakingly fished out the Soap that Shen Zhao had given him that day from his pocket.
"Benefactor, this Soap is no ordinary item. It has four different scents on its four sides, which can give you the refreshing sensation of bathing in spiritual energy."
"Really? If it's true, then it really is an Emperor-Grade Spiritual Artifact."
"Don't believe me, then take a whiff, I guarantee it's better than a fart."
"Then… can I take a whiff?"
"Smell it!"
Wu Laoliu cautiously used a bamboo pole to hook the Soap towards himself. After picking it up and examining it, he tentatively sniffed it.
"Hmm, it does smell better than a fart."
The fresh fragrance invigorated Wu Laoliu.
After sniffing it three or four times in a row, a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over him.
The next moment, Wu Laoliu directly went "thud" and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Hmph!"
Seeing Wu Laoliu fall for it, Fahai immediately stood up.
"No man can resist the charm of Soap, not even Wu Laoliu."
After saying that, he directly gave Wu Laoliu a thorough once-over, and finally even took off his underwear.
It took a lot of effort to get this guy hooked, so Fahai naturally harbored some resentment.
After dealing with Wu Laoliu, Fahai held the Storage Pouch in his hand and looked at the distant, still chaotic battlefield, searching for his next target.
The Four Extremes Mountain Secret Realm was in a state of chaos, the scene of tens of thousands of people brawling and fighting was exhilarating.
On the other side, Shen Zhao and Ding Buer presented a different picture.
Shen Zhao sat on the deserted, empty ground, closing his eyes and working hard to open his second Qi Sea within his body.
However, half an hour later, Shen Zhao gave up, feeling defeated.
It wasn't difficult to open another Primordial Core from his Qi Sea. The problem was that the spiritual energy couldn't be assimilated fast enough within the Primordial Core.
His Qi Sea would become slightly full, but once he guided the spiritual energy from his Primordial Core over, it was like a rampaging flood, instantly submerging the newly opened Qi Sea completely.
After several attempts, Shen Zhao understood that this method wouldn't work. He could only temporarily calm himself and stare blankly into the distance.
"Master Shen, what's wrong with you? You've been restless these past few days."
"Sigh, it's hard to control the spiritual energy in my body."
Ding Buer casually said, "If it's hard to control, then don't control it. What's the big deal? As long as it doesn't harm you, just let it do its thing. At worst, you can just break through and advance."
"What did you say?"
One sentence woke the person in a dream, and Shen Zhao immediately grabbed Ding Buer.
Ding Buer was startled and asked, puzzled, "What did I say?"
"You said not to specifically control the spiritual energy, just let it pass through?"
Ding Buer nodded, "Shen-ye, don't get excited, I just said it casually."
Shen Zhao took a deep breath, carefully recalling it in his mind, and nodded, "That's right, I directly let the spiritual energy pass through the newly opened Qi Sea, allowing it to enter and exit freely, which also allows for an orderly flow. I no longer need to worry about the problem of engulfment, and the True Qi will become purer as the spiritual energy circulates."
Thinking of this, Shen Zhao didn't say anything and entered a meditative state again.
Finally, this time, Shen Zhao successfully developed the Dantian to store True Qi.
With the introduction of abundant spiritual energy, it circulated with the Primordial Core. After just one cycle, a powerful True Qi condensed within Shen Zhao's body.
At this moment, Ding Buer was dumbfounded. He saw a vast light erupt from Shen Zhao, and the surrounding rubble was suspended in mid-air, as if time had stopped.
"Ha~"
Suddenly, a roar erupted. True Qi surged around Shen Zhao, directly sending Ding Buer flying.
"Awesome!"
Feeling the changes in his body, Shen Zhao couldn't help but shout.
From now on, his attack methods were no longer singular.
Converting spiritual energy into True Qi could also produce effects beyond expectations.
The hundreds of top-tier cultivation techniques he had learned in his previous nine lives finally had a place to be used.
Having composed himself, Shen Zhao lifted the unconscious Ding Buer and said, "Thanks for your help, Master Ding. I'll definitely give you a raise later. Now, let's hurry to the Four Extremes Mountain Secret Realm."
Deep within the Four Extremes Mountain Secret Realm, the Land of Extreme Wind.
"Star River Sword Art, Starfall."
Lin Feng swung his sword, and a Rank 5 exotic beast instantly let out a mournful cry, being devoured by the dense sword energy in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng quickly stepped forward and caught the red Demon Core that dropped, a slightly smug smile playing on his lips.
"After refining this Demon Core, my cultivation will surely increase by another rank. Excellent."
After putting away the Demon Core, a spatial rift suddenly appeared before Lin Feng.
"This should be the central entrance to the Four Extremes Mountain Secret Realm. Excellent, what I need is inside."
Upon entering the spatial rift, Lin Feng immediately found himself in a barren wilderness.
Looking up, he saw a large tree high above, radiating a massive amount of crimson spiritual energy.
"Crimson Flame Fruit?"
Thinking of his objective, Lin Feng quickened his pace, heading towards the tree.
However, as he approached, he discovered several figures already standing beneath the tree, in a standoff.
Lin Feng instinctively tightened his grip on his cold sword and slowly advanced.
"Hmm? Another one has arrived. This is getting interesting, hahaha…"
A seductive woman with a charming demeanor glanced at Lin Feng with a flirtatious gaze, then giggled.
She was Yao Wan'er, the top disciple of the fifth generation of the Hehuan Sect.
Her eyes held a special infatuation for Lin Feng, and she even unconsciously licked her lower lip, exuding extreme allure.
"But a Nascent Soul Mirror trash, I don't know what kind of luck he had to get here."
A black-clothed youth with a face full of killing intent only glanced at Lin Feng and then turned his attention away.
He was Li Feiyu, the fourth disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
As he said this, his eyes were fixed on Yao Wan'er.
"Everyone, instead of being hostile to each other, why don't we think about how to reasonably distribute this Crimson Flame Fruit?"
In the center stood a white-robed young man, holding a folding fan, elegant and composed. He was Ren Jiange, the chief sword disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Another person was Qin Feng, but he didn't participate. Instead, he quietly watched the others, his gaze also drifting towards the Crimson Flame Fruit on the tree, which was the size of a fist.
The five people faced each other, none of them showing any intention of making the first move.
After a long while, Lin Feng cupped his hands and said to the others, "Fellow Daoists, I suggest we divide this spiritual fruit equally. There's no need to waste our energy here, what do you think?"
"What a joke!" Li Feiyu immediately sneered, "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to decide how the spiritual fruit is distributed?"
Lin Feng's pupils constricted, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes.
Those who dared to look down on him deserved to die.
Li Feiyu had already been added to Lin Feng's death list.
Yao Wan'er chuckled, "Little brother, what's your name? I've never met anyone as handsome as you in all these thousands of years. You're truly charming."
Every frown and smile of hers was filled with allure. Her seductive skills were unleashed, almost causing Lin Feng to lose control and make a fool of himself on the spot.
Ren Jiange suddenly said, "Brother Li, I think this young friend's suggestion is good. Since our cultivation levels are about the same, fighting would inevitably lead to casualties. Why not let everyone enjoy this opportunity in the fairest way possible?"
Li Feiyu sneered, "Save your hypocrisy, Ren Jiange. You don't actually think I care about this Crimson Flame Fruit? You're wrong. If I can't have it, none of you will."
Qin Feng was immediately enraged, "As expected, everyone in the Demon race is a sinister and cunning person. If you don't want it, you can leave on your own. Why do you have to stay here and act all high and mighty?"
"Do you think your life is too long? You dare to speak to me like that!"
As Li Feiyu's voice fell, he directly unleashed a stream of Ink Dragon Qi, directly striking towards Qin Feng.
Just as Qin Feng was about to be hit by the Dragon Qi, Ren Jiange acted in time, swinging his sword and blocking the fatal blow.
"What? You want to protect this brat?" Li Feiyu sneered.
Ren Jiange said, "Why bother getting angry with a junior?"
Li Feiyu said, "Then you do it. If you can beat me even slightly, the Crimson Flame Fruit is yours to do with as you please!"
Lin Feng was delighted to hear this.
Neither Li Feiyu nor Ren Jiange were people Lin Feng could currently provoke or fight against.
If he could make them fight until both sides were injured, there was a high probability the Crimson Flame Fruit would fall into his hands.
But just then, another change occurred.
"Oh, this is quite lively. Someone actually arrived earlier than this Saint Son."
Liang Hao stepped on the spatial crack and arrogantly entered the central area.
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