Chapter 30

Lan Bing carefully raised his head.

Apart from the wailing wind and the rustling of falling snow, there was no other movement.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and hastily turned his head to look at where the blue light ring had shattered.

A young man in a blue robe was blankly staring at the eight metal fragments floating on his palm.

Before him, the cultivator who had luckily dodged the light ring's attack had a gleaming metal fragment embedded in his forehead.

Such a treasure must be very precious, right!

Lan Bing felt somewhat uneasy; the image of the blue light ring harvesting thirteen cultivators in the blink of an eye still lingered in his mind.

After cultivating for so long, I've never seen such a formidable treasure; slaying Qi Refining cultivators is easier than chopping vegetables.

Thirteen cultivators, twelve were mid-stage Qi Refining and one was late-stage Qi Refining; all were wiped out in a single breath.

Even the aftermath of its shattering could slay a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

Lan Bing was now thinking, if this senior really wanted him to compensate, what treasure could he produce to match that treasure?

Finally, he dejectedly realized he seemed to have nothing to offer.

"What are you thinking about, fellow Daoist?"

Lan Bing was startled by the sudden voice, looked up, and saw the young senior smiling at him.

Even someone who had seen a Foundation Establishment great cultivator, being gazed upon by that young senior, felt a moment of fear.

"No, nothing... I'm Lan Bing, thank you for saving me, senior. Rest assured, I will do my utmost to compensate you with something of equal value for that treasure!"

"Treasure?" Wang Ping was taken aback, "What treasure?"

Lan Bing glanced at the fragments in his hand; Wang Ping realized, and said indifferently with a smile:

"Oh, it's this. Forget it, it's not really a treasure. No need for compensation!"

Given Wang Ping's current vision and wealth, he no longer even bothers with low-grade magical artifacts.

Upon seeing Lan Bing still wanting to say more, he flicked his sleeve and instructed: "Come with me first; I have some questions for you."

After saying that, he flew ahead on his own, and Lan Bing hurriedly picked up his unconscious sister and followed.

The Lanyun Mountain Range is rugged, with many towering peaks; five hundred li east of Wang Ping's battlefield lies a spot inside a mountain.

Wang Ping listened quietly to Lan Bing's account and couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow.

Who would have thought that during his ten-year seclusion, the Xichu Three Kingdoms would have experienced so many major events?

Soul Refining Hall abruptly rose up, occupying Jin State; the Azure Moon Sect, Heaven Sword School, and Wind Thunder School formed the Tripartite Alliance occupying Zhao State, jointly opposing the Soul Refining Hall.

Even the Treasure Gathering Pavilion merged the three pavilions into one, opening the new Treasure Gathering Pavilion in Song State, and gathered some forces unwilling to get involved in the dispute between the two sides, establishing the Merchant Alliance.

The Treasure Gathering Pavilion even transferred a late-stage Golden Core True Person from the heartland of the Hundred Nations Alliance to take charge.

Wang Ping was doubtful; even if the three forces combined, could they still oppose the Soul Refining Hall?

You should know they possess such a heaven-defying technique as the Soul Refining Heart Sutra.

Even if the soul hasn't undergone transformation, as long as one has cultivated the Soul Refining Heart Sutra, their spiritual power is basically invincible among peers.

Lan Bing explained with a wry smile: "These three major forces are naturally no match for the Soul Refining Hall; it's said that a single Golden Core cultivator from the Soul Refining Hall slaughtered his way to their headquarters, nearly wiping out the Golden Core True Persons of the three major forces!"

Wang Ping nodded; that's right, he has now cultivated the first layer of the Soul Refining Heart Sutra and already felt how terrifying this technique is.

The reason his azure light circle can form is that his formidable spiritual power is a major factor.

In his battle with Jia Li, he didn't even exert his full strength; even without using the Heaven-Overturning Seal, he could quickly end the fight relying on his formidable spiritual power.

The death of Hei Tian back then was actually quite unjust; he hadn't even had time to unleash his greatest killing move before being smashed into a bloody pulp by the Heaven-Overturning Seal.

Even if he fortuitously entered Wang Ping's sea of consciousness, he was still locked by Wang Ping into a little dark room.

The person's entire soul was compressed into a mass of unknown liquid.

Realizing his thoughts had wandered, Wang Ping came to his senses and gestured for Lan Bing to continue.

"At the critical moment, someone from the Hundred Nations Alliance repelled a True Person of the Soul Refining Hall and established a rule: in battles between the two major forces, Golden Core cultivators must not lightly intervene."

Wang Ping shuddered; just how terrifying would a Golden Core cultivator who has practiced the Soul Refining Heart Sutra be? The Hundred Nations Alliance actually still has someone who can speak of repelling him.

Indeed, the waters of the cultivation world are unfathomably deep!

"So that means, in the Xichui region, only Song State has a single Treasure Gathering Pavilion." Wang Ping asked.

"Indeed, senior, that's correct; nowadays in the three states of Xichui, more than half of the market towns and black markets are open in Song State. If you, senior, wish to purchase pills and materials, you will certainly not be disappointed there."

Wang Ping, lost in thought, originally still needed to go to the Treasure Gathering Pavilion of Phantom Moon City to buy some materials and exchange a cultivation method; now it seems he doesn't need to go there, he can head straight to Song State.

Over the past ten years, aside from great progress in cultivation and soul power, everything else has been dissatisfying.

His cultivation method, the Azure Wood Longevity Technique, is now seriously hindering his progress and must be replaced as soon as possible.

As for magical weapons, needless to say, the Azure Light Sword is already broken.

What annoys him somewhat is the triennial journey to the Spirit Realm.

After three times of choosing the location himself, on the fourth entry, the map on the light gate actually disappeared, replaced by random entry each time.

This method is like playing a game that gives you a newbie big gift pack, leaving Wang Ping both laughing and crying.

The first random occurrence, he appeared in a mountain cave.

Wang Ping, walking out of the silver light gate, instinctively heard a crack under his feet; before he could react, a swarm of black flying insects appeared before him, flying toward him.

For a moment, his ears were filled only with the sound of black insects vibrating their wings.

The sudden situation caused Wang Ping to instinctively unleash the Heaven-Overturning Seal.

The next second, something that shocked Wang Ping appeared: that layer of crystal light was directly devoured clean.

Frightened, Wang Ping dove into the silver vortex before it had completely dissipated.

As he turned his head, he only then realized that what he was stepping on were the eggs of those black flying insects.

Each was only the size of a fish eye; Wang Ping casually scooped up a handful.

This action of his completely enraged the black flying insects; the Wang Ping who had rushed into the vortex was actually stunned by a strange sound wave.

When he woke up, he discovered that he had actually returned to the cave, still clutching eight white insect eggs in his hand.

On the fourth entry into the spirit realm, besides the insect eggs, he got nothing else.

The fifth time, he arrived at an unnamed mountaintop; this time he could actually cultivate.

As a result, he cultivated for a full two days of spirit-realm time.

Now Wang Ping understood: the time spent entering the spirit realm could be accumulated and used.

This time's continuous cultivation yielded remarkably good results; even the spirit liquid accumulated to eight cubic centimeters.

The sixth time, he actually entered a desert directly, nearly getting baked to death.

As he was about to leave, he directly packed 5000 cubic centimeters of sand.

During these ten years, three of his spirit-realm trips were not pleasant, but he eventually gained something.

What caught his attention most were those eight insect eggs; the fierce aura emanating from the black flying insects still makes him feel uneasy to this day.

Brother Wang Ping!

Wang Ping was immersed in his memories when suddenly a soft female voice startled him awake.

Looking up, the woman named Lan Xue'er had already awakened, gazing at him excitedly.

Wang Ping couldn't help but wonder:

Who is this pretty little girl?