I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

"Mr. Jiang."

"There are a total of 230 storage rings, of which 68 are empty."

"Among them, there are only nine Dao weapons... well, to be precise, they might not even qualify as Dao weapons. There are eight top-grade spiritual weapons, and several dozen other high-grade spiritual weapons."

"There are a lot of mid-grade and low-grade spiritual weapons, totaling more than 160 pieces."

This is normal.

Storage rings may be scarce for ordinary martial artists or those who have awakened to extraordinary abilities, but they are nothing special for the "true disciples" of the Valley of Forgetfulness. It is quite normal for some people to carry two or three.

Take Jiang He for example. With these 230, he now has about 400 storage rings on him.

As for spirit weapons?

is also like this.

For example, Qin Jiuzhou is very wealthy and powerful, and he has five sacred weapons on him... and that may not be all!
In fact, it wasn't just Qin Jiuzhou.

The Fish-Dragon Realm of Great Xia, including Wang Wu, a half-saint, is relatively wealthy, at least more so than 99% of the half-saints in Kunlun Realm. This is because Great Xia had too many powerful figures in ancient times, and several "Cave Heaven Secret Realms" have been discovered so far, so it is normal to obtain some treasures.

Nothing more than...

It's just a "gift" from our ancestors!
Jiang He kept eight top-grade spiritual weapons, selected about ten high-grade spiritual weapons, and exchanged the rest for [merit points].

As for the so-called nine "Dao soldiers," they are nine arrows. Their material is indeed Dao soldier level, but the "array patterns" engraved on them are too simple to be considered true Dao soldiers.

Jiang He's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled the mid-grade Dao artifact bow and arrow he had seized in the Valley of Forgetfulness.

"These nine arrows might be part of a set with the bow."

Jiang He took out his bow and arrow, nocked an arrow, and tried it out. He found that he couldn't unleash the power of this mid-grade Dao artifact bow and arrow by brute force alone.

Besides spiritual weapons, the storage ring also contained a large number of pills, miscellaneous items, and secret manuals.

"All the miscellaneous items and secret manuals have been replaced with merit points."

"Could someone help me appraise the pills? I can keep the ones that suit me and exchange the rest for merit points."

The Hall of Merit worked for more than three hours before finally compiling the statistics.

Jiang He's gains this time can be exchanged for 230 million merit points.

This was only because he left behind eight top-grade spiritual weapons, more than a dozen high-grade spiritual weapons, and many pills and spiritual items suitable for his "cultivation"... Otherwise, it wouldn't have been difficult to exchange for more merit points for a small goal.

I took the ID card.

The merits have been credited to the account.

The grandmaster in the Hall of Merit swallowed hard and couldn't help but say, "Including the previous 20 million merits... Mr. Jiang, you now have a full 250 million merits. Looking at our Great Xia, even among those in the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, only the God of Wealth Shen Wanyun can compare to you."

"Oh?"

Jiang He exclaimed in surprise, "Shen Wanyun, the God of Wealth? Our Great Xia actually has such a powerful figure?"

To know.

His current wealth is the sum of the wealth of more than 180 true disciples of Wangyou Valley. How could this "Shen Wanlin" be so rich?
He truly deserves the title of "God of Wealth".

of course.

It's his business if he has money.

Once you have money, you have to spend it.

With 250 million merit points, Jiang He felt his back straighten considerably and asked, "I heard that our [Hall of Merit] sells spiritual veins? What grades are they, and how much do they cost?"

Spiritual Vein!

The Grandmaster of the Hall of Merit's eyes lit up again.

As a member of the Hall of Merit.

He rarely had the opportunity to go out and do missions to earn merit points. All his expenses and cultivation resources were covered by the meager salary and commission from the [Hall of Merit]... He received commissions for both buying and selling resources.

He worked in the Hall of Merit for three years, and what he earned was less than one-thirtieth of the commission he made from the three transactions with Jiang He.

He quickly poured tea for Jiang He and introduced, "Mr. Jiang, our Hall of Merit currently has nine spiritual veins for sale, including four second-grade spiritual veins, two third-grade spiritual veins, one fourth-grade spiritual vein, and one fifth-grade and one sixth-grade spiritual vein."

"The price of a second-grade spiritual vein is 5000 million merit points."

"The price of a Grade 3 spiritual vein is 200 million merit points."

"A fourth-grade spiritual vein costs 100 billion merit points, and a fifth-grade spiritual vein costs 10 billion merit points..."

Jiang He: "..."

Hey!
I'm such a poor wretch!

His straightened back slumped again as he questioned, "What the hell? It's just a spiritual vein, why is it so expensive?"

The Grandmaster in the Hall of Merit smiled wryly and said, "Mr. Jiang, this price was not set by me, but by the higher-ups... Actually, it's already very cheap. A second-grade spiritual vein is enough to supply the cultivation of thousands or even tens of thousands of ordinary martial artists."

Expensive as it may be.

It's not acceptable not to exchange them.

"Why can't I cultivate my own vital energy and use my own power to activate spiritual weapons, Dao weapons, and sacred weapons?"

Jiang He did some calculations.

He spent 2 million merit points to buy all four second-grade spiritual veins for sale in the Hall of Merit.

"Mr. Jiang is so magnanimous!"

The grandmaster in the Hall of Merit said, "Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment... I will go and retrieve the spiritual vein for you."

soon.

He then retrieved four storage rings.

Jiang He was dumbfounded and exclaimed, "Where's the spiritual vein?"

The Grandmaster of the Hall of Merit said, “Mr. Jiang, a second-grade spiritual vein is at least a thousand meters long, like a river, and its weight is immeasurable… It is inconvenient to carry or store. These four second-grade spiritual veins have all been refined and stored in storage rings, making them easy to carry. When you need to use them, you only need to take out the spiritual veins.”

"Like this?"

Jiang He carried four storage rings and headed straight for Qin Jiuzhou's courtyard.

result……

Qin Jiuzhou wasn't there; instead, Wang Wu was sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard drinking tea. He immediately beckoned Jiang He over and said with a smile, "Little Qin hasn't returned from Daxia yet. What do you need him for?"

"senior."

Jiang He rolled his eyes and said, "To be honest, I have something I want my seventh brother to help me with."

If Qin Jiuzhou could integrate the spiritual veins into Dao weapons and holy weapons, then Wang Wu, being a half-saint, could naturally do the same.

Wang Wu smiled and said, "What is it? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

"Compressed spiritual veins?"

“That’s easy… Just take out your spiritual veins and weapons, and I’ll take care of it for you.”

Wang Wu valued this younger generation highly.

Such a small request is naturally not refused.

Jiang He immediately took out the mid-grade holy weapon sword he had obtained from the [White Horse Mysterious Light Heaven], cut his finger, and used his blood to refine four storage rings.

A thought flashed through his mind... *whoosh!*

Four thousand-meter-long spiritual veins suddenly appeared in mid-air, like four long rivers, with rich spiritual energy emanating from them, making the spiritual energy in the courtyard even richer.

Then Jiang He took out the mid-grade Dao artifact bow and arrow, as well as the low-grade Dao artifact battle sword given to him by the Fish-Dragon Realm of the Crimson Blood Tower, and the low-grade Dao artifact "flying boat".

"Just these four items?"

Wang Wu reached out and grabbed the sword. He lightly flicked the blade with his fingers and said, "A fine sword. The sacred runes and sacred laws contained within it are not far from being a high-grade sacred weapon. It has the potential to be promoted to a high-grade sacred weapon. This sword can be used as a trump card and should not be used too often, otherwise it may attract the covetousness of the Fish-Dragon Realm or even half-saints."

He waved his hand and infused a spiritual vein into the holy sword. After refining it for a moment, he threw it back to Jiang He and said, "Feel it."

Jiang He held the holy sword in his hand.

Upon careful sensing, one can "see" a thousand-meter-long spiritual river flowing within the Holy Sword, amidst layers of holy runes and holy laws.

Above the Spirit River, wisps of spiritual energy drifted out.

Under the operation of the holy runes and array patterns on the holy sword, the wisps of spiritual energy quickly transformed into primordial energy and were stored within the holy sword.

Following the same method, Wang Wu infused the spiritual vein into the mid-grade Dao artifact bow and arrow, saying, "To unleash the power of a mid-grade holy sword, the required energy is enormous... Even if a complete second-grade spiritual vein is burned, it can only support the mid-grade holy sword in battle for half an hour at most."

"of course."

"With your current cultivation level, there's no need to unleash its full power. Just drawing upon one-tenth or one-twelfth of the Holy Sword's power is enough to slay a Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivator... The spiritual energy of this spiritual vein is usually converted into Yuan Qi for storage, which can be activated directly when needed."

soon.

The other three "Daoist weapons" have also been "refined".

Wang Wu praised the bow endlessly, saying, "Although this bow is only a mid-grade Dao weapon, when paired with these nine specially made arrows, it is enough to unleash the power of a high-grade Dao weapon... Moreover, you are at the Body Refining Vajra Realm, with powerful physical strength, and can easily draw the bowstring. With this bow... I'm afraid you can easily shoot down a Celestial Realm expert!"

Jiang He put away his bow and arrows, his low-grade Daoist soldier's sword, and the flying boat. In a very good mood, he thanked Wang Wu and prepared to take his leave.

Wang Wu spoke up, stopping Jiang He in his tracks, and asked, "Have you heard about Duanmu Feng's fortuitous encounter in the West District?"

Jiang He nodded.

Wang Wu then laughed and asked, "Would you like to go to the West District?"

"what?"

Jiang He was taken aback and said, "Wasn't it said that the West District was covered by an array and couldn't be entered?"

"There was indeed no way to get in before."

Wang Wu said, "Didn't the Crimson Blood Lord and the Heavenly Saint Half-Saint join forces to attack the Heavenly Gate Pass? They somehow managed to break through a corner of the formation. As long as they pay a certain price, they can send people in... You are the most talented and strongest young person in the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Your luck might be the strongest; I plan to send you in to try it out."

Good things are delivered to your door.

How could the rivers not want them?

They immediately went to the very center of Tianmen Pass together.

This central location is actually the Stele Forest Square where the "Inheritance Stele" is located.

The square is located next to a crossroads.

The intersection leads to the East District, West District, North District, and South District respectively.

At this moment, there are many people practicing meditation in the Stele Forest Square.

Most of these people have never resonated with the [Inheritance Stele]. A small number of them have, and the reason they are still here to cultivate is that they want to use their own martial arts essence to trigger the resonance of the stele forest in order to obtain a stronger inheritance.

Liu Feng is one of them.

Jiang He glanced at the stele forest and asked, "Senior, what exactly is beneath these steles? I heard that these steles are actually tombstones, and beneath them are the tombs of our Great Xia martyrs?"

Wang Wu said, "This is just our judgment; whether it's true or false, we can't prove it."

Jiang He laughed and said, "Want to prove it? Isn't that simple? Just pick a few steles and dig them up, won't that do?"

"........."

Wang Wu was speechless for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "Alright, get ready, I'll take you to the West District."

Ahead of the crossroads.

A light mist was drifting in.

The fog wasn't very thick, but it had a hazy feel, creating a strange "blurriness" when people looked at it. They could only vaguely see the outlines of the buildings in the "West District," and couldn't see their true appearance.

The same applies to the southern and northern districts.

In one corner of the fog, there is a "vacuum" zone.

Wang Wu channeled his cultivation and unleashed a palm strike...

Jiang He initially thought he was going to strike the formation, but he never expected...

boom!
He slapped himself on the back.

He only had time to yell "Holy crap!" before a dizzying sensation of the world spinning over him hit him. When he landed again, he found himself on a dilapidated, desolate street.

The long street is paved with stone bricks.

The buildings on both sides are similar in style to those in Dongcheng District, with little difference, and the buildings are very intact without any damage. Strangely, the sense of dilapidation and desolation is very obvious.

It evokes the feeling of a river entering a wilderness or stepping into a ruined city for the first time.

It was daytime just now, and the sun was shining brightly.

But here it was dark, the sky was dark and gloomy, as if it were covered with smog.

An indescribable sense of unease settled over him, making him uneasy. Jiang He called out, "Is anyone there?"

"anyone there?"

"People...?"

"Ma...ma..."

The echo reverberated.

Suddenly, a creaking sound rang out, and a shop next to the long street opened, from which a blood-soaked, lithe figure stepped out.

"Ghost!"

Jiang He screamed and turned his head sharply to look around, trying to find something to hug...

He's terrified of ghosts!
The next moment, the blood-soaked, graceful figure spoke: "Jiang He, it's me!"

"what?"

Jiang He was taken aback upon hearing this. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the figure's clothes were tattered, revealing large patches of snow-white skin. The figure was covered in blood, had a haggard and disheveled appearance, and was carrying a knife.

He recognized the figure's features and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you... Maimaiti?"

"........."

The figure's lips twitched slightly, and he said, "Maimaiti is my surname, my name is Gulisuruhe."

"Yes, yes, Gulisuruhe Maimaiti, wasn't it said that you obtained a great opportunity after falling off the cliff and cultivated to the peak of the ninth rank? How did you turn into a ghost ball?"

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