Chapter 31

【Important Spiritual Material】

【You have been nominated for this year's 'Immortal Sect Materials and Exploration Award’】

【251 Blue Fluorescent Butterfly: Class Insecta, Superorder Neoptera, Order Lepidoptera, Superfamily Papilionoidea, Family Blue Fluorescent Butterfly, Genus Blue Fluorescent Butterfly; origin: unknown private dimension, designation 251; wingspan 13–17 cm; wings display brilliant metallic blue luster, also green, purple, etc.; emits blue fluorescence at night…】

【Effect: When harvested and used within three days, the butterfly wings can be refined into a substance that promotes the formation of the 'Dao Body Embryo,' accelerating its development. Temporarily named 'Blue Gold 2413.' No side effects have been detected so far.】

The origin site is suspected to be where a high-grade metallic demon beast perished; after thousands or tens of thousands of years, an unknown species naturally formed, with unknown reserves.

'Blue Gold 2413' has an extremely low probability of artificial synthesis. If true, this would be the greatest discovery in a millennium, profoundly increasing the number of Immortal Sect cultivators and causing massive repercussions…】

“I… I’m going to get rich.”

Jiang Ding’s lips trembled slightly as he quickly logged into the Immortal Sect Library to search for related texts.

《Research on the Firebird Tian Feng Bloodline Dao Body Elixir》

《Hypothesis on the Green Water Whale Bloodline Dao Body Elixir》

…

After an hour of reading article after article, Jiang Ding’s agitated heart gradually calmed, gaining some understanding of what was meant by “promoting the formation of the Dao Body Embryo.”

This was not a new discovery.

Over four thousand years ago, scientists had already discovered that one of the Nine Outer Realm Immortal Sects, the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect, possessed a similar method: using the essence blood of celestial-grade bloodline demon beasts to bathe the body, slightly enhancing spiritual root quality.

This technique bore the hallmark of Outer Realm cultivators: extremely low cost-efficiency, usable by at most a few individuals, impossible to popularize.

Remember, even a thin-blooded celestial-grade demon beast could potentially reach Nascent Soul; if its bloodline was dense, it could even glimpse Soul Transformation.

An adult specimen was immensely powerful; extracting its essence blood even put high-grade cultivators at nine-to-one risk of death.

Moreover, celestial-grade bloodline demon beasts were exceedingly rare; encountering one required immense fortune, and even the chance to risk death was often absent.

A juvenile specimen was better suited to being tamed as a strange beast; if successfully tamed, it could become a family’s foundational power for at least a thousand years—far superior to merely slightly enhancing spiritual root quality.

It could only become a luxury for top-tier cultivators.

The Outer Realm cultivation world had always been this way: a tiny minority of high-grade cultivators held all cultivation resources, including the development of cultivation technology, with zero incentive to popularize it among the middle and lower tiers.

After the Immortal Sect obtained this technique, they studied it for three thousand years, through dozens of generations of cultivators and hundreds of generations of mortals, achieving a major breakthrough a thousand years ago.

They could now substitute essence blood from earth-grade demon beasts, drastically reducing auxiliary materials and lowering costs—making it a luxury for only a select few Jin Dan and above cultivators.

Earth-grade demon beasts could potentially reach Jin Dan; those with dense bloodlines could even glimpse Nascent Soul.

The reason Blue Fluorescent Butterfly was nominated is because this species appears in vast numbers, suggesting potential for large-scale breeding; whether breeding or harvesting affects the presence of 'Blue Gold 2413' within its body remains unknown.

“An endless treasure from another world…”

Jiang Ding muttered softly: “If anyone knew this treasure was in the hands of a mortal, even with the Immortal Sect’s strict laws, wouldn’t countless cultivators risk everything to seize it?”

Unable to sleep, he dressed fully and returned to the backyard.

At noon, when the sun was hottest, cicadas screeched shrilly.

The moment he appeared, Jiang Ding immediately focused his vision on the drone screen embedded in his contact lenses, rapidly reviewing the surveillance footage since his departure.

Based on past experience, the broken sword always deposited him in unseen corners, never exposing him to public view.

Scenes flashed by: streets bustling with people, others on holiday; Han Lin, temporarily homeless, stayed in the front courtyard, cooking and practicing fist techniques; he also spotted a figure dodging several hundred meters away—likely a member of the Wild Wolf Gang…

No large groups. No hidden experts.

For now, unless there was a cultivator with optical invisibility techniques, he was safe.

Hand on sword hilt, sunlight striking his body, Jiang Ding closed his eyes, sensing the internal qi flowing within, and stepped out of his backyard.

“Hey! Ha!”

Half-open shop door, sign reading “Closed for Two Days,” a sturdy, dark-complexioned, ordinary-looking teenager practiced fist techniques, drenched in sweat, each punch thrown with full force, sleeves whipping with loud whooshes.

Jiang Ding watched for a while.

He was… terrible.

A simple five-form fist set, yet every movement was distorted; this not only failed to train him, but risked injuring his limbs.

Fortunately, the fist set was so basic that as long as he didn’t train relentlessly for years, he wouldn’t become crippled.

Forget it. No workplace injuries.

Shhh!

The scabbard whipped up a distinct gust of wind.

Han Lin’s heart froze; his fist instinctively slammed toward the scabbard—but it moved like a living serpent, effortlessly evading, then pointing toward his heart.

He nearly fainted, leaping back a step—yet the scabbard pursued relentlessly.

The air itself split with a piercing shriek; anyone struck would be left with a bowl-sized hole.

Forward. Backward.

Like a puppeteer’s rod, the scabbard pulled invisible threads, forcing Han Lin to move; without realizing it, his fist technique grew smoother, his joints and muscles fusing into a single unit, bones clicking.

“Ha!”

Han Lin roared, his fists moving over twice as fast, finally striking the scabbard and forcing it back a step.

He gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat, finally escaping the sensation of being watched by a predatory beast.

Only then did he notice: before him stood a young man in blue robes, waist-length hair, jade-like bearing, cradling a long sword.

“Master!”

Han Lin bowed deeply, overflowing with gratitude.

In just a few exchanges, his ‘Rolling Stone Fist’ had already taken root—he no longer flailed like an outsider.

“Hmm.”

Jiang Ding nodded.

“Practice like this from now on. Once mastered, consider fine-tuning it to suit yourself.”

“Also, do me a favor.”

Jiang Ding pulled out a fragment of silver: “Take this to Li Family Tea Stall. Give it to the short, gray-clad man and say I invite him for tea.”

They were all hardworking laborers; he didn’t want to blame anyone.

But if they insisted on continuing surveillance, don’t blame him for what comes next.

“Yes, Master.”

Han Lin asked no questions, took the silver, and left.

He ran swiftly to the vicinity of Li Family Tea Stall and spotted a sharp-faced gray-clad man, around thirty, casually drinking, only a small dish of fennel beans on the table—unremarkable.

“Uncle, our Master invites you for tea.” Han Lin handed over the silver.

The gray-clad man stared at the boy before him: ordinary face, dark skin, just another common kid.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

“Who’s your Master?”

Han Lin spoke with quiet pride: “I’m an assistant at the general store.”

A job with only four hours daily, two days off every seven, generous pay—such positions were rare; matchmakers had already come knocking on the store’s door.

“General store?”

The gray-clad man broke into a cold sweat—this was the ruthless man who had severed one arm of ‘Wild Wolf Blade’ Long Shi.

He dared not ask further, snatched the silver fragment, and fled quickly.