Chapter 853

In fact, the Zi Yun Pill imposes extremely strict requirements on psychics.

Only psychics who have never regularly consumed pills before are eligible.

Otherwise, the pill's efficacy will be drastically reduced.

This might be a problem for other psychics, since nearly all who reach the peak of seventh rank have used vast quantities of pills.

But Xu Jingming doesn't need to consider this at all—he rarely uses pills and has built an exceptionally solid foundation.

"Zi Yun Pill?" Xu Jingming's eyes lit up. "Fine, I'll take it!"

He couldn't help but silently marvel.

No wonder psychics from great clans never worry about rank issues.

With these pills, even a pig could be turned into a top-tier beast.

Of course,

all medicine carries some toxicity; consuming pills in large quantities causes unstable power and lowers one's ceiling, far inferior to the System.

But he rarely uses pills anyway, so one occasional dose won't matter.

"Ling Teacher, we still have over a million contribution points left. Is there anything you want?"

Xu Jingming turned to Ling Shuang.

"No," Ling Shuang shook her head. "Keep it for now. We'll decide later when we need it."

"Alright." Xu Jingming closed the holographic projection and waited silently for the three resources to arrive.

Xia Meng's efficiency was swift—just over ten minutes later, he received all three resources, stored inside a single space ring.

The space ring had enormous capacity; even a fighter jet five to four meters tall and dozens of meters long fit without any crowding.

"Just this space ring alone would probably be worth hundreds of millions of Daxia coins outside."

Xu Jingming couldn't help but murmur.

"To different people, the value of money differs."

To ordinary people, several million Daxia coins is already a fortune.

But to a ninth-rank Martial Saint, a hundred billion Daxia coins holds little value.

At that level, most transactions are barter, or require these special contribution points."

Ling Shuang said softly.

Each country's currency is issued by its own government, printed at will.

Even the Blue Star Coin is only worth slightly more because it's issued by the United Nations.

It might work for low-tier resources, but for items like Obsidian-class fighters or Zi Yun Pills, it's as good as paper.

"By the way, I've broken through to eighth rank upper tier—my spatial psychic ability has strengthened considerably."

"Soon, I should be able to get you a space ring with even greater capacity."

Ling Shuang gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh? Then I'm looking forward to it."

Smiling in reply, Xu Jingming turned his attention back to the space ring.

Inside the ring, besides the Obsidian-class fighter, there was a long rectangular box and a small wooden box.

"These must be the spear and the Zi Yun Pill."

Xu Jingming eagerly retrieved the two items from the space ring.

He opened the long box first—and a spear came into view.

The spear was entirely black, its shaft faintly marked with blue-green patterns.

The spearhead was razor-sharp, reflecting a faint, chilling glint under the room's lights.

Xu Jingming extended his right hand; with a flick of his mental energy, the spear floated into his grasp.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The spear whirled, becoming a streak of black lightning, darting and flashing through the air.

Even without using his psychic power, the spear's faint, icy aura made Ling Shuang's skin prickle.

BOOM!!

The Chaos Thunder released—black lightning surged forth, flooding into the spear.

Shhh—

The spear's speed, already at its peak, surged even higher!

The black spear nearly merged with the black lightning—indistinguishable, one with the other.

"Perfect! Very comfortable."

The spear halted abruptly, emitting a sound like a dragon's roar. Xu Jingming's face was filled with satisfaction.

With this divine weapon in hand, his combat power would rise another tier.

"Now, let's try its other form."

Inside the long box, besides the spear, were four cube-shaped metal blocks, each the size of a grapefruit.

These were the sentient metal components of the Mo Ying Feng Lei Spear. When the spear touched them,

the metal cubes melted like wax and spread over the spear's surface.

In an instant, the Mo Ying Feng Lei Spear extended to three point two meters in length!

The patterns on its shaft remained identical—nothing but a scaled-up version of the original.

"Even the Thunderstorm Mode works perfectly!"

At this point, Xu Jingming was certain—the SSR-grade Mo Ying Feng Lei Spear was perfect for him.

Otherwise, he could return it within three days.

As for the Zi Yun Pill, he opened the wooden box and confirmed—no issues at all.

With everything settled, Xu Jingming sent Xue Jian a message saying "I'm leaving," then departed from Xia Meng Headquarters with Ling Shuang.

Xia Meng Headquarters was located in Beihé Province, northern Daxia, over two thousand kilometers from Thunder Martial Arts Academy's headquarters in Guizhou Province.

But the Obsidian-class fighter's sevenfold sonic speed was no joke—within just over ten minutes, they arrived at Thunder Martial Arts Academy's headquarters.

After the fighter landed on the square before the academy, Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang walked toward the main building.

"Director Xu, Director Ling, welcome back."

"Director Xu, you've returned."

Along the way, many members of Thunder Martial Arts Academy bowed respectfully in greeting.

Most of their eyes held awe and admiration, though some wore expressions of resentment.

Clearly influenced by the announcement appointing him as Magistrate of Mo City.

Even while aboard Xue Jian's fighter, Xu Jingming had known the academy was deeply divided over his appointment, sparking fierce controversy.

He also knew Hu Jinyu had stoked the flames—otherwise, the backlash wouldn't have reached this scale.

Xu Jingming didn't care much.

Public opinion wouldn't change the final appointment.

But the day his strength surpassed Hu Jinyu's, he'd settle the score with him.

"Hu Jinyu possesses a pseudo-S-rank elemental fire psychic ability, ninth rank middle tier."

"Right now, I'm still behind him—but not for long."

Xu Jingming thought silently.

Hu Jinyu was a flagship figure of Thunder Martial Arts Academy; without him, the academy would suffer greatly.

But Hu Jinyu, allied with the Li family, had become a tumor.

No matter how painful, it had to be cut out.

Otherwise, Thunder Martial Arts Academy would never thrive, torn apart by internal strife.

As he pondered this, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted ahead:

"Xu Jingming! How dare you show your face here! Do you really think the Magistrate of Mo City is yours for the taking?"

Xu Jingming's eyebrows lifted. He looked up—and saw a figure leaping down from the main building ahead.

With a crash, he landed on the square. Dust cleared, revealing Liu Shan, face twisted in fury.