Chapter 470: Has the Cultivation World Changed?

As the token of the master of the Ghost Fire Well, the Ghost Fire Token connected the "Zhu Que Prison-Suppressing Formation" and the eighth-grade Dao weapon "Nine-Story Prison Tower."

The Zhu Que Prison-Suppressing Formation had the finger bone of the Zhu Que Emperor as the formation heart, with abundant energy; the Nine-Story Prison Tower was a weapon of enlightenment, with rich Dao rhyme.

Jing Sheng, whose aura was fading, obtained the recognition of the Ghost Fire Token and received the simultaneous nourishment of the Zhu Que bone and the eighth-grade Dao weapon, which was how a glimmer of life was won for him.

This was also the reason for Gongshu Xingyan's shock. Whether it was the Emperor's bones or an eighth-grade Dao weapon, they were precious treasures that were hard to come by for cultivators.

As a refiner, and as a cultivator who had cultivated for hundreds of years, he knew too well what these two things meant.

The Emperor's bones were legendary existences. Let alone obtaining them, even sensing a trace of their aura from afar was enough to make a powerful expert's heart move.

An eighth-grade Dao weapon was even more of an object of enlightenment. Many cultivators might not find one in their entire lives.

Yet Hua Changxi... actually handed them over without the slightest hesitation.

Without half a moment of hesitation, without a moment of delay!

Honestly, this action of Hua Changxi's shocked him even more than her breaking into Ghost Mother Mountain alone to save the Zhu Que soldiers.

Saving the Zhu Que soldiers could be explained as her duty as the Lingguang Hall Master, but how should one judge this "irrational behavior" of forcibly saving the dying Jing Sheng?

Gongshu Xingyan's thoughts drifted back to the arduous years when he first embarked on the path of cultivation.

At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was thin, and cultivation resources were very scarce.

For a single spirit stone, he could lurk in the deep mountains for months; for a cultivation technique, he dared to break into dead zones to fight for his life. He didn't know how many times he had wandered before the gates of hell, and how many times he had snatched food from the mouths of fierce beasts covered in blood.

Even later, when he became a famous refining master due to his talent, cultivation resources seemed to be a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

Breakthroughs required resources, refining required resources, developing power required resources... Thinking back on that time, he was either on the way to finding resources or on the way to fighting for them.

Even being trapped in the Ghost Realm for a hundred years, in the final analysis, was just to seek a few refining materials.

Embarking on the path of cultivation, he had long been accustomed to putting resources in the first place. It was precisely because he understood how important cultivation resources were that he understood even more how "different from ordinary people" Hua Changxi's choice was.

That was the Emperor's bones, an eighth-grade Dao weapon, precious treasures that countless cultivators dreamed of and would not hesitate to lose their lives for. Yet she didn't even frown, handing them over, just to exchange for a glimmer of life for a dying person!

Gongshu Xingyan's heart couldn't help but ripple. He felt it was absurd and ridiculous—in the cruel cultivation world, there was actually someone who really put human life above resources without hesitation!

"Great!"

Hearing Song Weimin's excited voice, Gongshu Xingyan turned his head to look, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Had he been locked in the Ghost Realm for too long?

So much so that he missed the high-speed development period of the recovery of spiritual energy in the human world?

If the human world's cultivation environment hadn't developed so well, how could he have met Song Weimin, who sacrificed himself to save others, and the Lingguang Hall Master, who viewed the Emperor's bones and eighth-grade Dao weapons as ordinary things, in such a short time?

This was simply too far from the cultivation world he knew.

In his impression, cultivators could kill each other and turn against relatives and friends for a little bit of resources, let alone hand over treasures that were within reach.

But now, the existence of these two people was telling him with practical actions that his thoughts and perceptions were wrong.

Could it be that the human world's cultivation environment had really changed drastically?

Hua Changxi did not know about the ripples in Gongshu Xingyan's heart. After temporarily protecting Jing Sheng's vitality with the Ghost Fire Token, she slowly stood up and faced everyone around the Ghost Fire Well.

In the Ghost Realm, the damage caused by the Ghost King to her was limited. Most of her injuries came from the Heavenly Punishment.

Fortunately, she had forged a Zhu Que Spirit Body first and successfully dispersed the brand of Heavenly Punishment power in her body.

After the lightning dragon in the dantian was dispersed and refined, her injuries were brought under control.

At this moment, she had the energy to handle the aftermath of the Ghost Fire Well.

Hua Changxi's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on the Ghost Fire Well that had returned to calm, and said to the Zhu Que soldiers like Fang Zhuyue:

"The Ghost Fire Well is the location of the Zhu Que Army's Military Prison. After opening, it needs someone to guard it."

As soon as this was said, the expressions of the Zhu Que soldiers like Fang Zhuyue changed, thinking that Hua Changxi was going to let them stay and be jailers.

Song Weimin, Gongshu Xingyan, and other hundreds of human cultivators listened silently, not daring to make any sound, for fear that Hua Changxi would keep them too.

Hua Changxi saw the change in the Zhu Que soldiers' expressions and continued: "This is not an order that must be accepted, but I suggest you can consider staying to guard the Ghost Fire Well."

"The Zhu Que soldiers who guard the Ghost Fire Well will be taught the 'Red Nether Flame Prison' divine ability. The cultivation of this divine ability requires ghost fire to temper the body."

"And your bodies have almost been eroded through by ghost energy and ghost fire."

Afterward, Hua Changxi gave a rough account of the "Red Nether Flame Prison" divine ability.

Learning that the "Red Nether Flame Prison" divine ability was the bloodline chain divine ability that Jing Sheng had displayed, not only were the Zhu Que soldiers moved, but even the other human cultivators were moved.

You must know that when they were trapped in the Ghost Fire Well, they had seen Jing Sheng display this divine ability to seriously injure the Imperial Family cultivators.

Otherwise, in the Ghost Mother Mountain ghost prison, Chu Tianye wouldn't have had only a few subordinates.

In the crowd, Gongshu Xingyan looked at Hua Changxi in astonishment again. Could this level of divine ability be taught to others so casually?

"Commander Fang, you and the Zhu Que soldiers consider it first. After you have considered it, collect everyone's intentions."

Hua Changxi instructed Fang Zhuyue, and then looked at Song Weimin, Gongshu Xingyan, and the other human cultivators.

"Collect and summarize the information and backgrounds of these people."

"Before I return, no one is allowed to leave."

Fang Zhuyue clasped her fists and responded.

After giving the instructions, Hua Changxi did not say anything more. Her figure flashed, transformed into a firebird, flew up from the bottom of the tower, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Commander Fang, the Lingguang Hall Master won't let us leave, what does that mean?"

Looking at the restless and anxious cultivators, Fang Zhuyue said speechlessly: "What are you afraid of? Our Hall Master went through all kinds of hardships to save you from the Ghost Realm, do you think she would kill you?"

Hearing this, the cultivators' emotions were well comforted.

Gongshu Xingyan, however, frowned. He was a famous refining master. Others might be easy to leave, but he might not be.

"Do you think the Lingguang Hall Master will let us go?"

Gongshu Xingyan nudged Song Weimin.

Song Weimin saw his nervous face and found it funny: "Do you know that cultivators outside don't know who the Lingguang Hall Master is at all."

"She won't let us leave, probably because she is afraid that we will leak her information after we go out."

"Besides, even if we were allowed to leave now, we couldn't go anywhere. Our injuries have only just been brought under control. If we really went out, we might encounter other dangers. It would be better to just stay here."

"And there is another thing, the Lingguang Hall Master has another identity—a peak master of the Pill Saint Hall. Her medical skills are very high."

"Staying here, maybe we can get medical treatment."

As he said this, Song Weimin looked at Gongshu Xingyan: "Didn't you say you were planted with ghost nails by the Ghost Clan? Maybe she can help you remove them."

Gongshu Xingyan was surprised: "The Lingguang Hall Master's bone age doesn't look old, and she has to command the Zhu Que Army and learn alchemy and medicine. Can she handle it?"

Song Weimin shrugged: "Who knows, maybe geniuses are all this powerful." ===== CHAPTER 471 =====