Born with immortal seed

Chapter 699 Another Hateful Demon Flying Sword

The magic soil, as fine as sand yet as heavy as mercury, fell to the ground and slammed against the table with a series of rapid, resounding impacts.

Everyone in the arena turned their gazes toward them, several pairs of eyes burning with greed, including those of the demonic cultivators.

"Could we start by verifying it?"

A red-haired monk with a bulbous nose asked impatiently, leaning forward.

"It's impossible."

Bai Zichen spread his hands, indicating that he could step forward.

"Its color and texture are pure, not a replica of demonic soil from the lower realms, but brought from the Heavenly Demon Realm... This quality is top-notch among the demonic soils recorded. Is it really only worth exchanging for a fifth-tier flying sword?"

The red-haired monk extended his long, curved fingernails, stirred the fine particles of demonic soil, and even brought them extremely close to his nose to sniff them.

"good taste!"

Bai Zichen didn't expect that just anyone at the treasure fair could explain the origin of this item so clearly, saving him the trouble of introducing and promoting it.

In Zuzhou, a Core Formation cultivator would probably find it difficult to know this kind of demonic creature thoroughly, and might not even recognize it if it were right in front of him.

"You should know the true value of the Demon Soil. If the information from the flying sword is accurate, what difference would it make if we gave you all ten catties if we could obtain it? Otherwise, I will have to judge the value of the Demon Soil based on the information itself."

"If you are worried about the secret being leaked and you are unable to give enough magic soil in the end, please do as you please. There is no forced transaction."

This handful of demonic soil is just a tiny fraction of the top-tier demonic materials seized after the Night Emperor was killed.

The demonic path in Zuzhou is weak, and these demonic spiritual materials cannot be exchanged for anything good.

It just so happens that there are demonic cultivators who have reached the Divine Transformation stage on Penglai Immortal Island. Let's use this as a starting point to see how popular these demonic spiritual materials are in this area.

Furthermore, of all the spiritual materials and medicines that Bai Zichen possessed that could be traded, he chose the most widely used and representative area in the demonic path: the Demonic Land.

All we can say is that we've already cast our line and baited the hook; now it's just a matter of who will take the bait.

The catalyst for unleashing many demonic supernatural powers, the foundation for building a demonic altar, and the creation of an environment resembling the Heavenly Demon Realm through the cultivation of demonic techniques...

And so on and so forth, all of which require the use of demonic soil. Demonic cultivators would only want more; none of them would think it's too much.

"That's fair. I know of a fifth-tier flying sword, so I'll make a deal with you, young friend."

The red-haired cultivator moved his lips slightly and transmitted his thoughts, telling the cultivator what he knew.

Whales are frequently seen in the waters near Penglai, often in groups.

Once fully grown, they can reach a size of hundreds of feet, and a single spitting out of water can produce a whale-like roar that lasts for several hours.

These giant whales have quite a background; they are said to be closely related to the Jingming Sect, being descendants of the sect's guardian spirit beast.

This resulted in no cultivator daring to take action against them, causing the whale pod to grow larger and larger, including several fourth-tier whale demons, which directly led to ecological imbalance in this sea area.

Without their natural predators, they multiplied and thrived without restraint, encroaching on the entire coastline within a few decades.

Any human vessel that enters this area will be subjected to relentless attacks.

The ship capsized, and the monks fell into the water.

Once out to sea, they will be constantly attacked unless they abandon the waterways and fly away from the high air.

This situation persisted for a thousand years, becoming a major evil in Penglai, causing untold suffering to ordinary cultivators.

Until one day, a cultivator crossed the sea, wielded his sword to slay a whale, and rid Penglai of an evil.

Afterwards, he persuaded the disciples of the Jingming Sect to leave, laughed twice, and then threw the flying sword in his hand, which fell into the sea.

Later generations dived into the sea countless times in search of this whale-slaying sword, sacrificing countless lives, but they still failed to find the flying sword.

"This matter is widely known in Penglai, and I believe you have heard of it... My ancestors were sword hunters who dived into the sea. Their expeditions were not without reward; they uncovered some secrets unknown to the outside world. If we make a deal, I swear that everything I've said is true."

After the red-haired monk finished speaking, he looked at him with sincere eyes.

'This person vanished immediately after accomplishing such a great feat, as if no one knew where he came from, like a divine being descended from the heavens. My ancestor suspected that this cultivator entered from the outside world and was not from Penglai.'

"Slaying a whale across the sea, what a spirit... Pointing to a fifth-tier flying sword is no problem, but it's unlikely that I'm an accident that we couldn't find the Whale-Slaying Sword after gathering so much wisdom and spending so much time."

Bai Zichen's words were half true and half false; they would definitely hold true if a sword cultivator were to say the same thing.

There is no flying sword that even a large force working together cannot find, yet a lone swordsman can achieve a breakthrough.

There are at least eighty or a hundred of these so-called sword seekers, so this information can hardly be considered top-secret intelligence.

But he has always had a special connection with flying swords. No matter what the reason, all sorts of fifth-tier flying swords always rush into his arms.

Otherwise, where would this half-box of high-level flying swords have come from?

"How about five taels of demonic soil? I'll accept this information and use it to make a summary."

Bai Zichen didn't care about the few pounds of demonic soil coming and going; he'd even accept it for free.

However, since he planned to ship a large quantity of goods on Penglai Immortal Island in exchange for top-grade spirit stones or other treasures, he couldn't possibly lower his own status.

"Then five taels, shall we exchange them immediately?"

The red-haired cultivator's hesitation didn't last long; his longing for the Demon Realm ultimately outweighed everything else.

This information, hidden in his mind, would never translate into any real progress; it wouldn't even rank in the top ten in terms of importance.

It would be better to sell it; at least you could get some magic soil in return.

After all, he was already in the late stage of Core Formation. If he could use the Demonic Soil as a catalyst, he would indeed have a much greater chance of advancing further.

"So that's where it was, it's really unexpected..."

Bai Zichen inserted his finger into the demonic soil, accurately drawing out the corresponding amount, and then glanced at the strip handed to him by the red-haired cultivator, on which the coastal waters of Penglai were drawn with very rough strokes.

Since this matter couldn't have been prepared in advance, and given that the strip with its curled edges looked like it had been casually torn from a scroll and was quite old, the red-haired cultivator was unlikely to be deceiving him.

Regardless of the possible locations of the several Whale-Slaying Swords mentioned above, he felt the same way, since he had never heard of them.

Someone's successful transaction set a good precedent, encouraging others to follow suit.

Bai Zichen listened to the summaries from several people, and rejected some of them without even understanding them in detail, as they were full of loopholes.

Only three people passed through, and the person who got the most directly exchanged five catties of magic soil from him.

This information was extremely accurate and detailed, clearly recording the patterns of appearance of fifth-tier flying swords.

The sword was hidden atop a barren mountain peak. Its spirit was small and cautious. It is said that even a Nascent Soul cultivator went to search for it, but after guarding it for decades, he was unable to capture it.

This Nascent Soul cultivator had no disciples, only a few concubines. Before his death, he distributed his treasures and dismissed everyone.

As a servant who nurtured the sword, the recorder also received a scroll of Nascent Soul cultivation techniques and a box of high-grade spirit stones.

Reluctant to leave directly, he took his belongings and found a cave hundreds of miles away to settle down and cultivate.

As a result, he endured most of his life without ever seeing his old master pass away.

Only when I was like a candle flickering in the wind, trembling slightly, did I see a shooting star streak across the sky, and a celestial dog devouring the sun.

Then, hundreds of meteors streaked across the sky, like a shower of starlight, a truly magnificent sight.

The old man lay on his sickbed, looking past his many children and grandchildren at the strange sight of heaven and earth grieving outside the window, and made meaningless hoarse sounds.

The lifespan that the Nascent Soul cultivator spoke of was nearing its end, and the final stage of life might be the complete journey of a Golden Core servant.

A single wrong decision cost him his entire future.

Having held on until this moment, he pushed off with both feet and died.

The Nascent Soul Cave transformed into a beam of light and shot into the heavens, leaving behind only a deep crater.

When later generations saw that there were no other opportunities to profit, they settled in Xijing City and once again set their sights on that flying sword.

When they arrived at the barren peak, they did see the shadow of the flying sword, but they couldn't subdue the sword spirit at all and almost lost their lives instead.

After that, he gave up his unrealistic fantasies and stayed in Xijing City to develop his career.

It is said that this sword gives people a feeling of being heavy and profound. Whenever the sword light flashes by, it is suppressed and unable to move.

It harbors a particularly strong hatred for the demon race, and basically every time the sword spirit appears, it's because a fourth-tier great demon has appeared nearby.

Regardless of motives or trends, the priority is to act swiftly and decisively.
Once the fourth-tier demon was enveloped by this flying sword, regardless of its original size, they were all reduced to tiny chess pieces, their expressions and postures perfectly mimicking those of a chess piece.

Unlike cold, lifeless objects, they were flesh and blood, as if living beings were sealed inside chess pieces.

Bai Zichen had seen one of these flying swords before, one that was filled with hatred for demons and would unleash extraordinary power upon encountering them; it was the Demon-Slaying Sword in his box.

Since this person made a vow of faith, the information he provided couldn't be too false; at most, he might have been hiding some details.

A flying sword with a clear target but no owner can have varying values.

If it were readily available, let alone five pounds of demonic soil, I'd rather exchange it for all the demonic soil in one of his storage bags.

However, a fifth-tier flying sword that even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot harm and that is extremely resistant to and avoids human cultivators has very limited value.

Especially for mid-level cultivators, keeping such a secret is of no benefit to them, and there is no way they can gain any advantage from it.

It's better to cash out early; at least you can get some useful cultivation resources in return.

Five catties of demonic soil were given out at once, leaving very little demonic soil on the table. The other cultivators immediately became anxious.

The old man beside him turned to the side, revealing a fawning smile: "Young man, besides flying swords, is there anything else you're interested in... I have two scrolls of immortal scriptures here, which I obtained from the Jingming Sect after going through countless hardships. They are perfect for a young talent like you."

"Old Gao, stop trying to fool people. Nobody believes your story anymore... You should be glad that the Lord of Jingming Sect is magnanimous enough not to hold it against you. If you dared to make up stories in any other immortal city, the law enforcement team would have arrested you long ago!"

The red-haired cultivator couldn't stand it any longer and snorted coldly.

It seems that this old man's reputation has been ruined in Xijing City.

These kinds of old men, who rely on their seniority and extensive connections to swindle young cultivators who have just arrived in the Immortal City, are also common in the Ancestral Continent.

Especially in the major immortal cities of the Central Region, many people make a living from this, forming an industrial chain.

We're happy to help you solve any problems you encounter when you first arrive.

Once they gain your trust, they can launch various operations, and even swindling all the spirit stones out of you would be considered merciful.

What's truly terrifying is that he has cultivated the image of a righteous and reliable elder brother for decades, always standing up for weak cultivators.

In reality, relying on a good reputation to explore ruins with others, and then revealing his true colors when no one is around, he is a ruthless cultivator who will stop at nothing.

When they find a suitable prey, they will kill the victim, dispose of the body, steal all the victim's possessions, and then change their appearance to head to the next immortal city.

Such people certainly wouldn't get close to Bai Zichen, but he had heard people mention it many times, which led him to demand the highest standards from the various markets of the Qingfeng Sect.

Even the private spirit stone lending business, which generates the fastest money, has been banned in the market, which seems out of place with the general environment.

"The Jingming Sect's cultivation techniques, is that right? Let me see them, it's alright..."

Bai Zichen smiled and surprisingly did not immediately reprimand him.

Old Gao chuckled awkwardly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He pulled out two thin scrolls from some tattered cloth on his body, the corners of which were curled up and covered with countless black fingers.

With a light breath, the two books spun around in unison, and I quickly glanced through them.

'It's not all nonsense; some parts make sense. Could it really be a practice passed down from the Jingming Sect?'

Broadly speaking, Bai Zichen can at least be considered a member of a collateral branch of the Jingming Sect, and his authority to speak on the so-called Jingming Sect techniques is certainly much greater than that of the people present.

The first two pages of the prologue clearly state that this manual does not focus on cultivating one's physical strength or forging the body, but only seeks to sustain the primordial spirit.

Some of the word choices and sentence structures are surprisingly similar to those in the *Cantongqi*.

This discovery suggests that the person who wrote the two volumes was not uneducated, and may even have been a genuine practitioner of the Pure Land School.

(End of this chapter)