Chapter 624: Spirit Sword True Person is anxious

Want it?

Can I have it?

Ming Jianzi was extremely excited, looking at Chen Chuyang with eager anticipation.

Of course, as long as you have money, you can have anything.

With money, anything can be bought, pills included; Dragon Blood Pills are just that—Chen Chuyang has plenty, he could sell a few to him and incidentally replenish some blood. As a sword disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, Ming Jianzi has plenty of good things.

After the last swindle, he must have accumulated quite a few good things, perfect for swindling again.

Ming Jianzi blinked and asked, "How much for one pill?"

Considering you're an acquaintance, I won't cheat you—this is the amount.

He held up five fingers; Chen Chuyang didn't specify the exact amount, so Ming Jianzi, without a word, produced his storage bag and handed it to Chen Chuyang.

See what you can exchange the contents for in pills.

These pills are all high-quality, with strong effects; he personally saw his uncle's qi and blood replenish halfway, and it kept replenishing—such speed, such pills, in battle they're practically divine medicine.

Moreover, taking one during a breakthrough—wouldn't that be great?

Chen Chuyang was astonished; the straightforward Ming Jianzi was unlike him.

He opened the storage bag, glanced inside, put everything away, and Chen Chuyang handed him two Dragon Blood Pills.

Seeing this, Ming Jianzi immediately put them away; the two pills were of high grade, their fragrance made him feel pleased, his qi and blood surging.

Thank you.

It's just a trade; if you have any good stuff in the future, give it to me—I'll take it all.

Chen Chuyang reiterated: "Spiritual medicines, materials, or any strange things—even monster pills, inner cores, beast fire, earth fire, heavenly fire, etc. —as long as you can obtain them, I want them."

Techniques, divine abilities, or any kinds of arts—as long as you can find them, I can assess their value.

I deal fairly with young and old; you know my reputation.

Ming Jianzi nodded: "Alright, I'll keep an eye out when the time comes."

Exchanging for pills means no loss; you won't lose out anyway.

Compared to being swindled by him, trading is more suitable.

He needs pills; the Spirit Sword Sect's pills are few and not high-grade.

To increase strength and cultivation, pills are essential; with Chen Chuyang as a pill refiner, future training will be much easier.

Even surpassing one's master is not impossible.

Chen Chuyang was very pleased; an unexpected joy, he gained many good things.

Actually, there's another way to get you more pills—I don't know if you dare to do it.

Ming Jianzi excitedly asked, "What method?"

Chen Chuyang smiled and said, "The Spirit Sword Sect's spirit veins are quite good; if you can bring them to me, I can give you a chance to advance to the True Realm."

I dare not say more, but I have an eighty percent chance to help you advance to the True Realm.

True Realm?

It's neither the condensed pill stage nor Golden Core.

True Realm, ah, the True Realm's three stages surpass the condensed pill stage.

That is truly a great master; Ming Jianzi's breathing grew hurried.

Is this true?

His whole body became hurried, his qi and blood surging—True Realm, ah, that is indeed the True Realm.

True Person Realm—once broken through, thereafter there are hardly any obstacles.

In this world, wanting to advance to the True Realm is not easy.

Without advancing, one cannot leave this world in a lifetime.

At this moment, with such an opportunity before him, how could Ming Jianzi not be excited?

Even the Spirit Sword Sect cannot help him advance to the True Realm; at most they can only reach Golden Core.

Of course it's true; my words have always been truthful.

As long as the spirit vein is whole.

Chen Chuyang kept urging him, just short of saying the Spirit Sword Sect's spirit veins are fine—if he found them for him, wouldn't that be great?

Ming Jianzi naturally understood Chen Chuyang's intent; he had his eye on the Spirit Sword Sect's spirit veins to boost Longshe Shan's spirit veins.

The Spirit Sword Sect's spirit veins cannot be moved, but the Heavenly Heart Sect's spirit veins can be.

Besides the Heavenly Heart Sect, the Great Qi Dynasty also has spirit veins.

If one could find a spirit vein, they could take off right where they stand.

Thinking this through, Ming Jianzi resolved in his heart to definitely find a spirit vein for Chen Chuyang.

I will find you a spirit vein.

Good, then I'll wait for your good news.

Chen Chuyang patted Ming Jianzi's shoulder, very pleased with him.

This person now has such a seed in his heart, showing he is truly moved.

Nobody could remain unmoved; telling this to anyone would excite them.

The True Realm is the realm they have dreamed of.

Painstakingly cultivating a lifetime isn't just to leave this world.

Right before them lies this opportunity—how could they… miss it.

Boom—

Mu Longhao was smashed to the ground.

Blood spurted from the corner of his mouth; he raised his head, staring at the attacking Ming Wuzi.

His complexion was awful, and several Spiritual Sense locks were fixed on him.

Mu Longhao could not exert his full strength, nor dare to act recklessly.

He could only dodge, could only keep fleeing; he dared not leave the Spirit Sword Sect, outside was even more dangerous.

"Damn it, this brat is truly troublesome."

"Compared to Jing Yuheng and the others, he's even more troublesome; if I were at my peak, he'd be nothing."

A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs.

Indeed, it's stifling.

Ming Wuzi spotted an opening, and his pursuit never ceased.

Behind him was the Dadian.

"Mu Longhao, you can't escape."

"Either kneel and become my servant, or die."

Ming Wuzi took a liking to Mu Longhao; capturing such a Demon King as a servant would also be a good thing.

Mu Longhao, hearing this, his eyes filled with resentful venom.

"Hmph, a mere brat dares to speak grandly—how unreasonable!"

The infuriated Mu Longhao did not want to be his servant.

How noble he is—how could he be enslaved by these ants?

"Looks like you won't give up until you hit the Yellow River; then I'll send you to the west."

"Hmph."

Mu Longhao glanced at Ming Wuzi, gritted his teeth, and entered the Dadian.

Those formations, upon touching him, suddenly failed.

Ming Wuzi's attack missed.

Gazing at the empty ground before him, Ming Wuzi gave a bitter smile: 'Heh, truly cunning, but the Dadian is not a place you can enter.'

"Inside, it's even more dangerous."

He did not pursue inside, but waited outside.

Holding his sword, he waited.

He believed Mu Longhao would soon escape.

Inside, it is more dangerous than the Spirit Sword Sect.

Because he sensed that an extraordinary person had entered inside; that person, his forehead, is very dangerous.

Outside the Spirit Sword Sect.

Lingjian Zhenren's complexion turned grim.

The chain's connection was broken.

It indicated that Junior Sister Xinran had been rescued; he could not leave, nor could he return.

He, being pressed and beaten, could not free himself.

Their attacks came in succession, coordinated seamlessly.

Not giving him any chance to catch his breath, one attack after another.

The continuous attacks never ceased.

"Damn it, damn it."

"You all deserve to die."

"You ruined my plan, I."

"Puchi."

In his distraction, Jing Yuheng's spear pierced a wound, fresh blood spraying.

The pain made Lingjian Zhenren let out a muffled groan; he swung his sword, shaking back those nearby.

"You all deserve to die."