Chapter 118: Sword Cultivator and Top-Grade Yuan-Increasing Pill

The black-robed man scanned the surroundings first, paused slightly on the collapsed trees and the messy footprints on the ground, and was then attracted by the turtle shell virtual shadow that was motionless.

He pinched the magic formula with one hand, and the several bone rings embedded in the bone fork on his back made a "ding-dong" shaking sound. Then, with a flicker of his shoulder, a white shadow flew out from his back and smashed fiercely onto the turtle shell virtual shadow.

"Boom"

The white shadow turned into a

The tortoise shell phantom then bloomed with black light, and layer after layer of spirit-pattern pattern phantoms appeared on its surface, each layer more complex and intricate than the last, but after all the spirit patterns rolled up and disappeared, the tortoise shell phantom restored itself as if it were new.

"Talisman Treasure."

The black-robed man's expression changed drastically; with a wave of his hand, the bone fork flew back to his back, and he then soared into the air, landed directly on the slender bone boat, turned around, and fled along the path he had come.

At the same time, on the white dugout canoe.

Wang Yu was driving the flying boat while pouring out the contents of the two newly acquired storage bags, checking them one by one.

It was very obvious that compared to the cold youth, the fat and thin Black Soul Sect disciples were simply paupers.

In the two storage bags, apart from a dozen mid-grade spirit stones, the rest were all some broken bottles and jars, most of which were filled with worthless things like bone powder and medicinal ointment.

Even for magic tools, he only found one unranked Yin Soul Banner and several crude bone blades; there was nothing else.

The bone bow, however, was a seven-inscribed-pattern entry-rank magic tool, and the quiver of bone arrows also had one or two inscriptions each; combined, they were actually quite good magic tools.

Wang Yu put all these things away, suddenly remembered something, took out the Hengjiang iron sword, and asked Ximen Mei behind him:

"Ximen Shijie, this sword artifact is somewhat peculiar. It appears to be refined from ordinary iron essence, yet it is extremely tough and sharp, and it even has its own name. You are knowledgeable and experienced; do you know the origin of this thing?"

"Oh, let me take a look." The yellow-haired woman, who was meditating behind, opened her eyes upon hearing this and replied with some interest.

Wang Yu then threw the iron sword in his hand over.

The yellow-haired woman caught the iron sword, glanced at the two characters "Hengjiang" on the hilt, then touched the patterns on the sword body with her hand, a flash of surprise appearing in her eyes.

She tapped the sword body with her hand again, listened to it by her ear for a moment, and then an expression of astonishment appeared on her face.

"This is not an ordinary sword artifact; it is a sword cultivator's natal flying sword."

"Sword cultivator?"

Wang Yu was stunned when he heard this; it was truly the first time he had heard this name.

"Correct, sword cultivators are a type among us cultivators, but they do not cultivate other magic tools; they specialize in cultivating a single natal flying sword, possessing the ability to break ten thousand spells with one sword. They are known as the number one in killing power among cultivators and specifically counter body-refining cultivators and guardian warriors; the latter, upon encountering a sword cultivator, only have the option of fleeing in panic. Wang Shidi, our Great Ming Prefecture has no sword cultivator sects; where did you get a sword cultivator's flying sword?" Ximen Mei said slowly, her expression very solemn.

"This thing has such a big background? I also obtained it by chance, it was when I encountered the interception by the Black Soul Sect disciples that I mentioned to Shijie..."

Wang Yu rubbed the back of his head and slowly recounted the experience of fighting the middle-aged Daoist from the Black Soul Sect.

Ximen Mei listened while an expression of solemnity appeared on her face.

Over half a month later.

In a small valley a thousand miles away from the Jingzhou border, hundreds of Yin family members were cheering as more than twenty mechanical flying boats slowly descended, from which the last batch of ordinary Yin family members swarmed out.

Yin Linglong stood on a newly built, crude pavilion in the center of the canyon, looking at this scene, and turned to issue orders one by one to the several Yin family elders beside her.

After a good while, once the others had retreated, she took out a letter just sent by a spirit bird from the Four Symbols Sect, stroked it for a long time, and only then did a trace of worry appear on her face.

Seven hundred miles south of Jingzhou City, there was a Heavenly Pillar Mountain. The mountain was steep and straight, resembling a giant pillar holding up the sky, reaching two thousand zhang in height. The area for several hundred miles around was covered by white mist all year round, and there were many fierce exotic beasts, so ordinary mortals could not approach this mountain at all.

But at this moment, at the foot of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, there were dense crowds of Four Symbols Sect disciples driving seemingly clumsy mechanical puppets, building a large number of pavilions and halls around the mountain.

At the same time, spirit boats were entering and exiting from the waist and the peak of Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

In the dense forests and grasslands on the outskirts of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, one could vaguely see huge wooden storied boats, and large groups of strange-looking spirit beasts were being driven by Four Symbols Sect stewards toward the designated feeding areas.

Further out on the edges, some disciples wearing the attire of the Array Hall were, under the guidance of an old man with a white beard, inserting thick banner flags into a huge spirit-pattern array already drawn on the ground.

In the belly of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, there were also Four Symbols Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators digging three thousand feet into the ground, drawing out rolling red-hot magma from underground to pour into the already constructed Earth Fire Pool.

On a huge platform on the mountainside, hundreds of tattered medium and large flying boats and storied boats were parked, and more than a dozen artifact refiners and apprentices were inspecting and repairing these flying boats.

Wang Yu and Xiao Wei were at this time following Sun Shi, surrounding a huge storied boat nearly six or seven zhang in size, directing some mortal craftsmen to repair some damaged parts of the boat. When they encountered places where the spirit patterns were blurry or damaged, they had to personally step in and use inscription tools to restore them.

After a full half-day, this huge storied boat was finally mostly repaired.

After Sun Shi waved his hand, he took Wang Yu and Xiao Wei and walked toward another storied boat that was more severely damaged.

"Sigh, Sun Shi, we are artifact refiners, not boat repairers. Shouldn't this kind of work be done by array masters in previous years? In terms of attainments in spirit-pattern arrays, they are the true experts." Xiao Wei stretched behind him and muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Shijie, our Four Symbols Sect doesn't have any official array masters now; there are only those four or five precious array apprentices left. How could they be sent to do repair work? Even the sect's grand array had to have the help of Thousand Bamboo Sect array masters, so the matter of repairing flying boats can only fall to us artifact refiners." Wang Yu turned his head and said with a smile upon hearing this.

"That's true. Fortunately, the sect is quite generous this time, taking out so many spirit stones and merit points as rewards; it's not in vain that we are working so hard." Xiao Wei nodded, and as soon as the rewards were mentioned, the fatigue on her body seemed to vanish into thin air.

"This sect relocation is indeed a great calamity for the sect, but for you inner sect disciples, it is actually a rare opportunity.

The mid-grade Essence-Increasing Pills that you need most right now have been stocked in large quantities by the General Affairs Hall.

As long as you have enough spirit stones and sufficient merit, inner and outer sect disciples can exchange for them now. Even top-grade Essence-Increasing Pills have been stocked by the General Affairs Hall, but there are hardly any disciples qualified to exchange for them." Sun Shi, who was in front, said without turning his head.

"Sun Shi, has the General Affairs Hall really stocked top-grade Essence-Increasing Pills?

That is a legendary pill that our sect's alchemists don't even know if they can refine one in a year. I heard that as long as you eat one, it can be worth several years of hard cultivation." Xiao Wei widened her eyes upon hearing this and became somewhat excited.

"Why would I lie to you? But top-grade Essence-Increasing Pills can only be exchanged with merit points, not spirit stones. And the merit points required for one top-grade Essence-Increasing Pill are enough for you to exchange for twenty or so mid-grade Essence-Increasing Pills.

So you two shouldn't aim too high. Follow me and finish repairing these flying boats properly; not to mention anything else, exchanging for one or two mid-grade Essence-Increasing Pills is no problem." Sun Shi boarded the damaged storied boat first and said with a wave of his hand to the two.

"Working hard for half a month to exchange for two mid-grade Essence-Increasing Pills, this is quite worth it." Xiao Wei looked at the tattered storied boat in front of her, gritted her teeth, and followed.

Top-grade Essence-Increasing Pills!

Wang Yu's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the newly received inner sect disciple token in his bosom.