Chapter 19

The mine lives up to its size; the accumulated cloud qi is abundant, and the chance of yielding spiritual materials is far higher than on Qingyun Island.

In just two days, Floating Wind has gathered three sets of five-element spiritual items and smoothly refined them into his own five-element spiritual cloud.

Xiao Yi couldn't even gather a set; Floating Wind felt resentful.

Although he had all five phases, he couldn't match the other's quality—four third-grade spiritual materials made Floating Wind drool.

Biyun Branch, Red Scale Fire, Yellow Spirit Soil, White Iron—all top‑grade third‑grade spiritual materials; only a water‑phase spiritual material is needed to complete a set of five‑phase spiritual materials.

Therefore they have come to a place rich in water-phase cloud qi to mine; according to the pattern of the past two days, he will soon dig it up.

Floating Wind looked up at the sunlight pouring down, his heart growing more vexed—who exactly is the protagonist?! He increasingly felt that this kid beside him was problematic, at least his luck was absurd!

After another quarter hour, a muffled 'pouf' sounded—goods delivered! Floating Wind looked up; the sun hadn't yet reached zenith. It seems this pattern really works.

"Xuanshui?" Xiao Yi reached out to take it—how could this appear in the mine?

"Huh?" As soon as it entered his hand, he realized something was off.

He had thought it was ordinary xuanshui, but upon touching it he found it wasn't liquid; its slick feel was more like a ball. Especially its weight, Xiao Yi could barely lift it.

【Xuanzhongshui, fourth grade.】

"Damn!" Floating Wind's eyes turned red; he hurriedly dug nearby and unearthed a batch of cloud qi merely containing water-phase aura.

"It's completely normal! After all, the surrounding spiritual qi has already transformed into a fourth‑grade item, making it hard for other spiritual materials to appear." Xiao Yi advised on the side.

"Nonsense, I could hardly not know!" Floating Wind glared and kept mining.

"Um, junior brother, you refine this first!" Xiao Yi actually handed over the spiritual materials he had gathered these days to Floating Wind.

"How could I not accept it!" Floating Wind simply tossed the items into his cloud pouch, his face showing no embarrassment.

"I'm saying, your luck these days has been excessive—be careful not to exhaust your fate, or you'll end up tragically." Floating Wind said earnestly.

This isn't alarmist; he has seen many such examples on the forum.

A sudden surge of luck isn't necessarily good; a sharp spike easily draws others' attention and may even invite deadly disaster.

If you survive this tribulation, there may be another; if you fail, you die and your Dao vanishes! Some people even specialize in giving others experience—for example, Sons of the Plane, who after defeating an enemy also seize their fate.

"Yeah, little brother, your luck these days has been too good; if it continues like this, how will we loose cultivators survive?" A sarcastic voice came from behind. Looking back, an older cultivator with a gang of lackeys approached.

There weren't many cultivators around; seeing the situation, they scattered, unwilling to provoke trouble.

"Yeah, we're already pitiful enough, yet someone's stealing our livelihood and won't let us live." The lackey feigned pity, his face wearing a sneer.

Xiao Yi understood what they meant; in the vast Yunxian Realm there are always some spiritless cultivators.

These people muddle through daily life, not working hard yet envying others' earnings; seeing others benefit, they always want a cut—truly more annoying than web push notifications.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Yi's face darkened, but he still didn't want to provoke trouble, lest he draw attention.

Floating Wind couldn't care less about them—having transmigrated and still encountering such people, what ill fortune!

Ptooey!

That spit of his made the opponent flare up, his aura surging as he wanted to strike.

Before they could strike, Floating Wind raised his hand and unleashed a barrage of ten fist blades.

The opponent hadn't expected him to really attack, and was instantly knocked flat.

When they rose to settle accounts with Floating Wind, they found him gone, enveloped instead in a ring of five‑colored spiritual light.

"What are you doing?!" Xiao Yi yelled, so startled he even changed his form of address.

Floating Wind executed the newly learned *Lesser Five Arts*: "What's up? Strike first!" Having read many novels, he knew in such a situation one must not let the opponent strike first.

"Five Elements, Seal!" This was his first time dueling someone; excited, he even shouted the technique's name.

The thugs opposite never imagined the other side would dare to act; after being bound, their formation fell into utter chaos.

"Five Elements, Annihilate the Divine!" This is his most powerful attack; by his estimate, the opponent would at least be turned into an idiot.

Gathering his divine sense took time, with spiritual qi converging from all directions. Seeing this, the opponent's leader realized they were in trouble and immediately began to break free.

Those who make a living in Yunhai City naturally have their own skills; before Floating Wind could gather enough spiritual power, everyone cast spells to break free of the seal.

Seeing them trying to leave the attack range, Floating Wind simply abandoned the seal and went all‑out on the offensive.

"Strike!" Dozens of white bolts shot toward the crowd.

The few who came for trouble groaned and collapsed outright; Floating Wind silently thought, life or death is up to your fate.

Xiao Yi hurried forward, examined them, and said, "Fortunately, junior brother, you held back; they're just knocked out, otherwise it'd be hard to explain."

"What?" Floating Wind's face darkened at the words; the gap was far worse than he had imagined.

Afterward, Floating Wind silently stripped them clean, seeking some mental comfort.

Xiao Yi helped loot; in the blink of an eye not even their clothes were left.

After tallying the spoils, Xiao Yi turned around and saw Floating Wind laying his hand on a person.

He isn't trying to kill and silence them, is he? Xiao Yi wondered.

"Wait!"

Just as Xiao Yi shouted, he saw Floating Wind already leaving that person, his face full of delight.

"What's wrong?" Floating Wind asked, noticing Xiao Yi's tense expression.

"No, nothing—let's leave quickly!" Xiao Yi said.

"Isn't it a bit late to want to leave now?" an old voice asked.

The two hastily scanned with divine sense and discovered an old cultivator standing behind them.

How could this be! Both were shocked—when had he arrived?

The old cultivator checked the fallen person, then turned his gaze to the two.

"Your technique is quite skilled—very much like my younger self!" The old cultivator stroked his beard.

This time Xiao Yi reacted much faster, quickly blocking Floating Wind.

"Senior, they forced us!" Xiao Yi protested.

Fu Feng was honest this time; this person is responsible for managing the Origin District, mainly because he feels he can't beat him.

Although the panel shows he is at Foundation Establishment, that move just now already demonstrated his extraordinary nature.

"Hmph, you didn't see me?" the old cultivator gave a cold snort, waved his hand and rolled up the unconscious person.

"Follow me!" the old cultivator walked ahead; the two dared not defy, so they had to follow gritting their teeth.

"This is bad." Xiao Yi said with a bitter smile.

Fu Feng also knew this time they were in trouble; ahead was actually a military camp!