Chapter 132

When did I become so shameless?

Wang Ping thought that, but when he saw the fist-sized supreme-grade spirit stone held in Liu Haodong's hand, he instantly cast aside his thoughts.

He had never seen a supreme-grade spirit stone before; he estimated that even a Nascent Soul True Lord of the Lower Realm had never seen one.

But he remembered the description of supreme-grade spirit stones perfectly!

That is a high-purity spiritual qi crystal; Wang Ping's silver hundred-color space–compressed spiritual liquid is pure enough, right? But upon seeing the supreme-grade spirit stone today, Wang Ping realized his purity was not even one-tenth of that of the supreme-grade spirit stone!

This is the Spirit Realm; disciples of great clans use supreme-grade spirit stones for cultivation even at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In the Lower Realm, however, Foundation Establishment cultivators still use low-grade spirit stones for cultivation.

Gazing at the fist-sized supreme-grade spirit stone that emitted a crystal-clear glow in the sunlight, Wang Ping's heart traitorously throbbed a few beats.

That spirit stone is extremely pure; even if he cultivated to Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, he could not exhaust it.

"Brother Lan! This first-tier spiritual crystal contains spiritual qi so pure it's astonishing; if used for cultivation, it will not only refine one's spiritual power but also purify the body!"

Seeing Wang Ping silent, Liu Haodong thought his offering looked down upon, and hastily spoke up to explain.

Wang Ping's expression remained calm, and he wrote a line on the ground:

Yes!

Seeing Wang Ping agree, Liu Haodong excitedly waved his fist.

Others, seeing this, likewise refused to be outdone: some produced second-tier supreme-grade spiritual fruit, some had third-tier spiritual wood, some possessed extremely rare ores, and Ye Ming even carried the insights of a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator.

Seeing this dazzling array of treasures, Wang Ping burned with envy; he was confident that, with the various cultivation-enhancing treasures they held, he could raise his own realm to Foundation Establishment Great Perfection within thirty years in the Lower Realm.

Moreover, from the way they took out these treasures, it was obvious that these were not considered particularly valuable to them!

At this moment Wang Ping felt an impulse, but after thinking it over he decided against it— a gentleman loves wealth, but must acquire it rightly and not be too greedy; it would also be good to form a karmic bond this way.

Take others' money and wealth, and in return dispel their misfortune.

Having accepted so many things, Wang Ping naturally ought to fulfill his duty.

After clearing the demon elephants on the ground, Wang Ping led them directly to a gathering site of demon monkeys, where there were fifteen early Foundation Establishment demon monkeys and one mid Foundation Establishment demon monkey.

With the equipment and strength of these young Foundation Establishment cultivators, they should be able to crush them easily!

Wang Ping calmly pointed downward and wrote behind him: "Below are fifteen second-rank early-stage demon beasts; each person fights one, and the remaining people can surround that second-rank mid-stage demon beast! Remember this: when you cannot deliver a killing blow, just strike with a bit of spiritual power! Now let's begin!"

Having said that, Wang Ping condensed a spiritual power palm imprint and blasted it downward, then looked at the stunned crowd behind him, smiled faintly, and wrote a line: "Now! Battle begins!"

Having said that, his figure flashed and he leapt onto an ancient tree.

Nobody expected the battle to come so suddenly; they were all a bit dazed, for in their impression it should not be Wang Ping luring a demon beast for one of them to go up and slay, or taking turns to engage?

Who would have thought they'd all go straight into battle against the demon beasts from the start?

However, Wang Ping's approach was exactly to their liking.

They are not mediocre; rather, they are geniuses in cultivation, something Wang Ping cannot match even by flattery— at present they merely lack combat experience.

Wang Ping's judgment was spot on; merely from the spiritual light these young Spiritual Realm cultivators emitted, he could tell their spiritual power was extremely pure, and with their spiritual armor and personal treasure protections, slaying these second-rank demon beasts was only a matter of time.

The trouble was that mid Foundation Establishment demon monkey, so he focused half his attention on that mid Foundation Establishment demon monkey.

"Xiao Yue! Yun Yun! … You fifteen, each face off against a demon beast!"

"Haodong, Cunzhe, Huangqing, Hanqian, Roning, Mengbin, Xiayang, we seven will take on that mid second-rank demon beast!"

Ye Ming wielded considerable influence in this small team, so everyone would follow his words.

As soon as his words fell, the twenty-two people split into two groups and charged toward the demon monkeys.

Boom! Boom! Boom! …

Even before reaching them, fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, golden blades, charging giant wolves, leaping tigers and leopards— all kinds of spells had been hurled out by this group that was not lacking in spiritual power.

Wang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, showing an interested expression; it was still the first time he had seen Spiritual Realm cultivators take action.

At first Wang Ping was merely watching out of curiosity, but gradually his expression grew solemn.

Especially after these Spiritual Realm cultivators revealed their treasures, Wang Ping widened his eyes, examining each one in turn.

In the end he was certain he had not mistaken: the young cultivators held uniform Dao Seven-Pattern treasures; that was not the point— the point was that those treasures all bore related patterns.

Given Wang Ping's current skill in artifact refinement, it was utterly impossible for him to be mistaken.

Next, their manner of attack opened Wang Ping's eyes even wider.

Each cultivator's spell is intimately related to themselves; to be precise, the spell is no longer a spell but has merged with them, becoming an innate existence, utterly natural, and when they cast spells it feels as effortless as picking something up.

In their steps there was also a sense of round harmony— what feeling is this?

Wang Ping's eyes showed a thoughtful hue; many words came to mind, and finally a word sprang up in his brain: Golden Core!

Yes, Golden Core— Wang Ping's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

These Spiritual Realm cultivators seemed to give Wang Ping a feeling of stable round harmony in their stride and when they cast spells, a sensation extremely similar to the description of the third cultivation realm, Golden Core.

Is this the cultivation method of Foundation Establishment in the Spiritual Realm?

Even in early Foundation Establishment they were preparing for Golden Core; suddenly he recalled what Liu Haodong had just said, which sounded like his parents' admonition: the most important thing in Foundation Establishment is nurturing!

Back then Wang Ping paid no heed, thinking his parents were nurturing their potential; now he sees that this nurturing, at its core, is for Golden Core.

Nurture! Wang Ping's thoughts expanded without limit; in an instant he thought of many things— Golden Core, put simply, is gathering all the body's power into a single point and condensing it into a pill.

Previously Wang Ping had narrowly thought of this power as only spiritual sense, spiritual power, and spiritual roots.

But looking at it now, the condensation of Golden Core likely involves not just those, but also techniques! spells! mental will, and perhaps even that illusory Dao!

To accomplish all of that at the moment of Golden Core formation is obviously impossible, so all of these must be cultivated from the very first step into Foundation Establishment.

Wang Ping's eyes showed a hint of complexity; these young Spiritual Realm cultivators merely lack combat experience, but their strength is absolutely not weak— if they truly underwent tempering, even Wang Ping wielding the Vajra Pounder and the Heaven-Overturning Seal would not necessarily be their match.

Why would I have looked down on them?