Chapter 130: The Special Way to Master the Spirit Realm Language

After fighting for so long, Wang Ping already knew the weakness of the crimson-striped golden elephant.

Its weakness lies right beneath those huge ears.

Boom!

While Wang Ping flashed his body to dodge the demon elephant's trunk swing, he formed a hand seal, and instantly a thick wooden stake about a zhang in diameter and ten zhang long appeared in the sky.

As Wang Ping pressed down with both hands, the wooden stake shot forward at great speed toward the demon elephant's eyes.

Ong!

The demon elephant let out another elephant cry, then its trunk, three or four zhang long, whipped toward the suddenly appearing wooden stake in the sky at lightning speed.

Great opportunity!

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with light; when the demon elephant lifted its trunk, it would move those huge, ungainly ears.

That is when its weakness would be exposed—this was Wang Ping's opportunity.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The Vajra Pestle appeared in his hand; the opportunity was fleeting, and Wang Ping without hesitation threw the Vajra Pestle!

Whoosh!

The Vajra Pestle, refined into a treasure, moved even faster; even in the Spirit Realm, it was so swift that only a faint trail of Dao light could be seen.

The next moment!

Ong! Ong! Ong!

The demon elephant suddenly let out a miserable cry; the giant log it had originally wrapped around was flung away wildly, and its head shook frenziedly.

Wang Ping, who had long been prepared, had already dodged far away!

The demon elephant's final death struggle was terrifying; the ground there, under its frantic trampling, sank several feet directly, as if a minor earthquake had occurred nearby.

However, this phenomenon lasted only ten breaths; the demon elephant, comparable to a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, finally collapsed and died with a mournful cry, and immediately a five-colored ring of light flew out from its wound.

After slaying the demon elephant, Wang Ping's mind relaxed, and he almost fell, but he managed to steady himself in time.

Just then, a sudden sound came from behind; Wang Ping leapt up, jumping two zhang away, and the Overturn Heaven Seal above his head dropped down, strands of crystal light shielding him.

The Vajra Pestle in his hand spun wildly, ready to attack at any moment!

"Fellow Daoist, don't be agitated; we will not seize your spoils—I, Ye Ming, swear to this!"

A voice suddenly came from the dense forest behind him, but Wang Ping could not understand the words it spoke.

Without the aid of the silver stone gate, his grasp of the Spirit Realm language could only be described as a mere smattering.

This was what he had figured out himself from the Spirit Realm scriptures while listening to the Dao in the Xiao family's backyard last time!

These are human cultivators of the Spirit Realm; Wang Ping's heart jolted—he never expected to encounter human cultivators on his first walk in the Spirit Realm.

Whoosh, the leaves ahead rustled, and then a batch of young people so dazzling they almost blinded Wang Ping's eyes appeared before him!

One, two, three, four… fifteen, sixteen… twenty-two!

Hiss!

Wang Ping sucked in a breath of cold air, and immediately his eyes shone.

Twenty-two sets of spirit armor—damn, Spirit Realm cultivators are really rich!

In the lower realm, spirit armor is rarely seen among Foundation Establishment cultivators; everyone's defense relies either on body-protecting spiritual light or on defensive treasures.

The rarity is not due to material constraints but to its extremely low success rate; the complex craftsmanship involved is hard for Foundation Establishment cultivators to master.

The first time Wang Ping saw spirit armor was at a city market auction; that set was completely ruined, and only its inherent material could resist attacks from Qi Refining cultivators.

After that, Wang Ping never saw any Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing spirit armor, even when over two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered on Cloud Net Mountain and the five great perfected Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Alliance were present—he still saw no one wearing it.

Such items are usually crafted by Golden Core–level artifact refiners for their own juniors, or by same-level cultivators for their juniors.

In the lower realm, spirit armor is as rare as encountering something you can't even seek; even Master Chiyanzi mentioned in his reflections how difficult it is to refine spirit armor, and even a genius artifact refiner struggles to achieve a thirty percent success rate.

This time, seeing twenty-two rather young Foundation Establishment cultivators all wearing spirit armor, Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh; just this revealed tip of the iceberg makes one wonder how many times greater it is than the lower realm.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist; I am Ye Ming of the Ye Family of Bright King City, and I have had the pleasure of meeting you!"

"I am Liu Haodong of the Liu Family of Bright King City, Bright King City, and I have met you, Fellow Daoist; your strength impresses me!"

"I am of the Ye Family of Bright King City…"

"I am of Bright King City…"

Wang Ping listened blankly as each person announced their clan; he didn't understand most of it, but he understood the three words 'Bright King City'.

This word had appeared in his limited vocabulary.

This means the cultivators before him, like the Xiao family, are all from Bright King City!

Although he didn't fully understand their words, Wang Ping remained on guard, but his expression had relaxed.

Seeing that Wang Ping still remained silent, Ye Ming continued speaking:

"Fellow Daoist, your divine powers are astonishing—you have slain six early-stage second-tier demon beasts in a row and one mid-stage second-tier demon beast! Such strength truly impresses us!"

Having said that, Ye Ming clasped his hands.

Now, even if Wang Ping didn't understand the meaning, he knew the other party was praising and flattering him.

Thus, he continued to listen with a blank expression; seeing that the cultivator before him still remained silent and stared at him coldly, Ye Ming felt a bit embarrassed, and one of the cultivators behind him muttered suspiciously:

"Could he be a mute?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt something was off; the cultivator ahead had actually shifted his gaze, now staring coldly at him.

He immediately shrank his neck, feeling uneasy; this strong person wouldn't suddenly strike, would he?

Fortunately, that person merely glanced at it and could withdraw his gaze.

Then they saw that cultivator directly use spiritual power to write in the air: 'You come from Bright King City!'

This strange action left these young Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were stepping out of Bright King City for the first time, bewildered, wondering what was going on.

Only Liu Haodong, with an admiring expression, said: 'I get it! This Fellow Daoist must be practicing a secret art like silent meditation; that voice just now was obviously a mantra or the like!'

After speaking, he likewise manipulated spiritual power, writing in the air: "This fellow Daoist, we indeed come from Bright King City! Could it be that you are not a cultivator of the city?"

While writing, he likewise opened his mouth to speak.

Wang Ping felt a surge of joy upon hearing it, slowly pondering the cultivator's words, and eventually grasped a few more phrases.

Spiritual light reappeared in the air: "I have been following my master in arduous training abroad; it has been a long time since I last returned to Bright King City!"

Seeing the flashing characters in the air, Ye Ming, Liu Haodong, and over twenty others' expressions shifted slightly; the cultivation level required to independently lead disciples abroad is at least Nascent Soul.

Although they are scions of the great families of Bright King City, few have had the chance to see a Nascent Soul-level great cultivator. Whether in the lower realm or the Spirit Realm, all cultivators highly value the master-disciple relationship.

To be personally taken out for training by their master, this treatment is likely reserved for the master's closed-door disciple!

This relationship can be said to be comparable to the direct descendants of a Nascent Soul-level great cultivator, after all, it is also difficult for Nascent Soul-level cultivators to produce offspring.

Upon learning that Wang Ping might have a Nascent Soul-level great cultivator behind him, and adding his own formidable strength, Ye Ming and the others could not help but feel inclined to befriend him.

Wang Ping did not expect that his casually fabricated lie would cause them to misunderstand so deeply.

However, seeing the enthusiastic demeanor of the crowd afterward, his mind shifted, he guessed a bit, and without showing any emotion he put away the Vajra Pestle.

After half an hour, Wang Ping had already become well acquainted with these over twenty cultivators, and at the same time mastered many words and phrases.

"Right! Brother Lan! At what age did you enter Foundation Establishment? I only entered Foundation Establishment at twenty!" Among the twenty-two people, a youthful and beautiful female cultivator asked in a coquettish voice.

Wang Ping, who had already grasped a fair amount of vocabulary, could roughly understand her meaning even without looking at the words on the ground.

Foundation Establishment at twenty years old is truly terrifying; I also want to know, if calculated according to Spirit Realm time, at what age I would have undertaken Foundation Establishment?

After all, he doesn't even know how many days are in a Spirit Realm year.

Actually, Wang Ping has always had a doubt: the Spirit Realm's time flows so quickly; how long do mortals live? If calculated using lower realm time, an ordinary person's lifespan is generally around eighty years; according to that, eighty years equals nine hundred sixty months, which converts to nine hundred sixty Spirit Realm days; even if the Spirit Realm's spiritual power is abundant and mortal lifespans are extended, even doubling it would only be one thousand nine hundred twenty days.

Could it be that mortals in the Spirit Realm can only live for less than two thousand Spirit Realm days?