Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 50: The Spiritual Spring Stirs, Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Materials
"Squeak-"

The little white fox was very perceptive; by observing the condition of the skull, it knew that the spirit of Zhang Pinfei, the benefactor of Grandpa Fox, had returned.

This further suggests that Grandpa may already be dead.

The little white fox wailed and sobbed, its crystal tears rolling down its skull, splashing up tiny sparks of light.

Suddenly—

The dull skull gleamed faintly.

A misty spring rose from the side, as if conjuring a pair of soft hands that gently embraced the white fox.

Through teary eyes, the little white fox looked up and vaguely saw a beautiful woman in palace attire gazing at him with a gentle smile, but she vanished like smoke the moment he touched her.

In a daze, it felt its mind clear, and several obscure scriptures inexplicably surfaced in its mind.
call--!
A gust of wind suddenly blew into the fox den, and then a familiar voice rang in the white fox's ear.

"Little white fox, why are you crying? Has Consort Zhang returned to the fox den?"

The white fox's fur suddenly bristled, and its amber pupils narrowed to slits.

It turned its head in alarm and looked around, but it couldn't see the familiar figure, nor could it find the familiar silver sword pellet.

"rustle--"

A whirlwind swirled with withered leaves, and amidst the hazy sand and dust, a figure appeared like a ghost.

"Are these the remains of Consort Zhang?"

"Squeak!" Startled, the white fox leaped into the air, but its hind paws tripped over a rock, causing it to tumble down in a sorry state.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, it was first taken aback, then pounced forward as if grasping at a lifeline, its snow-white teeth gently biting Zhao Wuji's hem.

"Squeak!" it squeaked impatiently, its front paws drawing crooked lines on the ground.

"grandfather".

Zhao Wuji lowered his eyes and glanced over, then sighed softly and squatted down, stroking the white fox's trembling little head with his fingers.

"The old fox spirit has died in the imperial city, and its body was taken away by the demon queen."

The white fox suddenly squeaked and bit Zhao Wuji's palm, its bright eyes filled with tears and reddened.

Zhao Wuji let the white fox's small sharp teeth bite him, without using his internal energy to shake it off.

The little white fox suddenly whimpered, slowly released its grip, its tail and ears drooping, sniffed at Zhao Wuji, and then turned and ran into the depths of the cave.

Zhao Wuji looked down at the teeth marks on his palm, shook his head, and then looked at the skull and the spiritual spring opposite him.

He made a hand seal, and his eyes gleamed with a deep blue light.

With the use of the Netherworld Connection Technique, a few wisps of soul power fluctuations, about to dissipate, faintly flowed across the surface of the skull, but there was no trace of Consort Zhang's soul.

"It's good that you're at peace."

He muttered to himself, his gaze turning to the pool of spiritual spring water.

The spring water, shrouded in a light white mist, has an inexplicable attraction to the soul.

From the depths of the spring, a faint, almost imperceptible spiritual energy slowly emanated—though not quite true spiritual energy, it was still a rare nourishing substance.

Not to mention humans, even animals that live here for a long time can develop some intelligence and enhance their spirituality.

"Although this small grotto-heaven is not as large as the Linglang Grotto-heaven, it is still extremely rare. If word gets out, even old monsters at the Nascent Soul Realm might come out of seclusion to snatch it."

As Zhao Wuji approached to observe, he suddenly felt a strange sensation. His Ghost Eyes detected an extremely subtle difference deep within the spiritual spring.

There are even objects placed inside the spring.

Just then, the white fox squeaked as it ran out from the depths of the cave, carrying a large fur-lined pouch in its mouth, which it then tossed down in front of Zhao Wuji with a "plop".

"This is?"

The white fox's paws scrawled crooked words on the ground: "Grandpa promised to give it to you."

"Are these relics belonging to the cultivator from the Myriad Beasts Cave Heaven?"

Zhao Wuji opened the bag and saw that it contained many books. He picked one up at random and saw the words "Experiences in Beast Taming".

He glanced through some of the notes and noticed that Yang Zhu was slightly agitated, which stirred something within him.

"Could it be that the insights of the cultivators from the Myriad Beasts Cave Heaven can help me decipher the Beast Gathering Technique among the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques?"

He wasn't quite sure, but now only the last set of tadpole-like characters on the first Yang Pearl remained untouched.

If the Yin Pearl can decipher the marriage dream technique, then his first Yin-Yang Pearl will be completely deciphered.

At this moment, the white fox raised its paw and pointed it at the spirit spring, and wrote words on the ground to remind people.

“The magical artifact is in the spiritual spring, so its spiritual essence is not lost,” Zhao Wuji suddenly realized.

In the Dharma-ending Age, people's spirituality will gradually be lost in the turbid world.

The same is probably true for ritual implements.

Therefore, such magical artifacts are extremely rare, and even if they are made, they need to be properly maintained.

The cultivator from the Linglang Cave Heaven that we killed earlier didn't even have any magical artifacts; he only had a talisman that broke after use.

Zhao Wuji deeply doubted that such a cultivator, if he did not practice martial arts, even if he had the cultivation level of the second stage of Qi Induction, how much combat power could he exert on the battlefield if he did not have any weapons or talismans and only relied on the so-called Fire Ball Technique?
"Perhaps there's some kind of multi-person formation in the cave, where even cultivators with low cultivation levels can act as mobile spiritual energy storage devices for the formation?"

He could only think this way for the time being, and then retrieved the magical artifact from the spring to examine it.

The artifact they discovered was the Hundred Beast Claw, a magical artifact that the old fox had once used, shimmering with faint spiritual energy.

In addition, there was a palm-sized stone, heavy and with a slight spiritual energy.

"Some kind of metallic material?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the stone with surprise.

What he lacks now is a magical artifact truly crafted from spiritual materials.

This stone seems to be some kind of spiritual metal ore, which might be able to help him reforge a real magical sword pellet.

"Although I haven't mastered weapon crafting yet, I do know alchemy and pill-making techniques. When I'm crafting pills, I also use metal pills made of gold, silver, and other metals. Perhaps I can try to use pill-making techniques to craft sword-shaped magical artifacts."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then put the item back into the spiritual spring to preserve its spiritual essence. He then spoke to the white fox.

"Thanks. You demons are very trustworthy. You gave me the reward when you said you would, and you repaid my kindness when you said you would."

Upon hearing this, the white fox revealed a human-like arrogant expression in its eyes and slightly raised its head.

But then, as if remembering something, it quickly lowered its head, glanced obsequiously at Zhao Wuji, and wrote words on the ground with its claws.

"If you get this cave, can we continue to live here?"

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly, thought for a moment and said, "This is your home, and of course I won't object to you living here, but I'm afraid you can no longer live here. I guess that the Demon Queen will track you here soon."

The white fox was startled, its eyes revealing a complex mix of hatred and fear.

"I'm not joking with you. I'm here today to eliminate any potential threats."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, looked around at the caves, and said, "Foxes live in fox dens, in the mountains. Anyone with a brain can figure that out."

That demon queen is no pushover; she'll come after me. I plan to clear away all the demonic and other evil energy here, so that maybe she won't be able to find this place.

But if you continue to live here, there's no point in me cleaning up."

The white fox understood upon hearing this, and looked at the group of foxes frolicking outside the cave, a hint of determination in its eyes.

Although it was reluctant to leave its home, now that the old fox was gone, it had to take on the responsibility of ensuring everyone's safety.

For safety, one must leave one's hometown.

Seeing that he had persuaded the white fox, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

If the white fox is captured by that demon queen, it might implicate him as well.

The only way to benefit everyone is to let the white fox escape to a faraway place.

A moment later, the white fox went out and began to persuade the fox pack.

It had followed the old fox to a faraway place to cultivate, and had already thought of a good place. Although there was no spiritual spring there, it was peaceful.

After the old fox died, they were no longer able to protect the sacred spring.

Inside the cave, Zhao Wuji did not immediately begin to guide the demonic energy away.

He recalled the unusually faint fluctuations that Ghost Eye had just seen.

Suddenly, he made a hand seal, and a wisp of his soul separated and transformed into a yin wind, flying into the spiritual spring.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly comfortable in the spring, as if I were still in amniotic fluid during my fetal development, and I didn't want to leave.

But he still dived down, searching for that special fluctuation, and slipped into a tiny crack in the spring.

In that instant, he felt an incredibly cold aura seeping up from the cracks, so cold that even his ghostly spirit felt it.

At the same time, the Yin Pearl began to stir like never before, as if it were giving a strong warning.

"what is that?"

Like a chilling wind, his ghostly spirit caught a glimmer of light, hidden in the crevice of the spring.
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