Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 344 - 343 Primordial Liquid Nectar

Chapter 344: Chapter 343 Primordial Liquid Nectar

"Mystical Artifact?"

Xin Yuan shouted in terror, and the next moment he was struck by the Mystic Sky Stick, his body exploding on the spot.

In just a blink, two of the three true disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect were killed, leaving only one disciple named Zhong Jiao, who turned pale and fled without hesitation.

"Trying to run?"

Long Zhao sneered, stepping forward with his long black hair billowing.

"Endless starry skies, a single finger to kill."

Long Zhao’s voice echoed through the Eight Hundred Miles of Flame Mountain as he pointed the Mystic Sky Stick into the void.

Rumble!

The void was like a calm water surface disturbed by a stone, with ripples emanating from the point of the Mystic Sky Stick.

Everything in the path of the ripples was destroyed, pulverized, and turned into nothingness.

Crack!

In a rending sound that made one’s teeth ache, Long Zhao’s figure suddenly lunged forward, seemingly teleporting hundreds of feet.

Bang!

In Zhong Jiao’s terrified gaze, that single point of the stick landed on his back, and he collapsed, turning into a mist of blood scattering in the sky.

"What a pathetic bunch, daring to show off without even cultivating the Xuandan. Who gave you the courage?"

Long Zhao mocked, his tone filled with boundless arrogance.

The arrogance was well-earned; his senior brother could kill Xuandan martial artists with the Yunling Realm, and with the Mystic Sky Stick in hand, he could contend with martial artists of the half-step Xuandan Realm.

Merely Yunling Realm martial artists, easy enough to crush with a flick of the hand.

Despite his disdain, Long Zhao still reached out to seize the spirit swords and storage equipment from the three.

After all, they were sect disciples, not comparable to loose cultivators, so waste was not an option.

"Though Xuanxiao Sect cannot compare to the Sea Suppressing Sect, it is still a first-class sect in the Heavenly Sea Country, with a great wealth of resources, and its true disciples are quite affluent. I’m curious what treasures these three might have on them."

Long Zhao rubbed his hands together, his face filled with excitement.

Ever since the fall of the Sea Suppressing Sect, Long Zhao went from being a disciple envied by all to a loner, having to earn his own cultivation resources. Thus, he was extremely money-conscious, wanting to split a single spirit stone into two, which is why he took the chance to empty the Heaven Pavilion when Zhong Lin and Zhang Shaorong were in combat – quite impoverished indeed.

He first glanced at the three spirit swords; each was a spirit artifact since the three of them were Yunling Realm martial artists who could nurture their lifebound weapons.

"As expected of sect disciples, they chose excellent materials. These three spirit artifacts could fetch quite a number of spirit stones at auction. Does senior brother need them?"

"No need, let’s leave this place first. The noise from the battle was too loud; it might attract attention."

"I’ll follow your lead, senior brother."

The two did not linger, leaving the range of Fire Cloud Mountain by flying through the air, eventually landing in a forest to rest.

Once they descended, Long Zhao excitedly threw aside the three spirit swords.

"Find an opportunity to exchange them all for spirit stones. Let’s see what’s inside the storage bags."

He spoke as he picked up the three blood-stained small brocade bags.

Each of Kong Ying’s group had a palm-sized brocade bag in black and white, embroidered with two yin-yang fish, with an obscure fluctuation of spiritual origin emanating from the bags.

A strand of divine thought probed inside, breaking the spiritual origin prohibition covering them, and before long, all three bags were opened.

Long Zhao quickly swept through them one by one with divine thought. The storage space wasn’t large, about the size of a stable, but it was exceptionally sturdy, not comparable to ordinary storage equipment.

"Good stuff, a spatial bag of spirit artifact level, perfect for storing the Mystic Sky Stick," Long Zhao said gleefully.

The Mystic Sky Stick was a mystical artifact that could not be contained by ordinary storage equipment; otherwise, Long Zhao wouldn’t have to carry it around all the time. Apart from its weight, such a treasure constantly attracted attention. If someone knowledgeable identified it, it would be troublesome, as even Xuandan Realm strongmen coveted such a weapon.

Opening the space revealed a heap of bottles and jars.

Long Zhao poured them all out at once, counting them one by one.

Most of them were elixirs used for cultivation, such as the Nourishing God Pill and True Essence Pill, and some for healing wounds.

"Senior brother, what is this elixir?"

Long Zhao handed over an azure-skinned gourd, asking curiously.

The gourd was palm-sized, containing only one elixir. As the stopper was opened, a strong and pungent medicinal power hit them, causing their eyes to water involuntarily.

Zhong Lin took it to examine and said, "Sixth Grade Elixir, the Spirit Burning Pill, an elixir that burns spiritual origin to unleash powerful attacks. It allows for several times the explosive power in a short time, but afterward, one is weak and powerless. This elixir is extremely damaging to the body; excessive use damages the foundation."

Upon hearing this, Long Zhao understood, as he was familiar with such elixirs, commonly used in desperate situations. Many martial artists would find a way to prepare one, as no one could guarantee they wouldn’t encounter danger.

"Seems a swift resolution has its advantages."

Long Zhao chuckled, casually placing the Spirit Burning Pill into his storage bracelet, in a position easily reached.

Damaging one’s foundation was a small price compared to losing one’s life.

Inside the spatial bag, there was also a gourd made of copper and iron, golden all over, which made a watery sound as it was shaken.

As the stopper opened, a faint fragrance wafted out.

The gourd contained not an elixir but water.

With a thought, Long Zhao extracted a drop of water, milk-white, with a jade-like flow within, akin to white jade, and a sharp yang energy radiating from it.

Zhong Lin’s gaze was also captured by this drop of water; at that moment, he felt a slight tremor in his spiritual origin, with a desire to swallow this drop.

"Elixir, it’s elixir."

Long Zhao’s eyes widened with delight, never expecting to find such a treasure in the spatial bag.

Hearing this, Zhong Lin was also stirred, understanding why his spiritual origin had trembled.

The so-called elixir, also known as "Primordial Liquid," was extracted from spirit stones using secret techniques and then refined with some heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Due to its form, it was called "elixir."

This substance had the effect of refining the body and enhancing spiritual origin, without the need for refining, with the energy of one drop comparable to a spirit stone. Whether for cultivation or restoring spiritual origin, it was an excellent treasure.

Many auction houses even used "elixir" instead of spirit stones for transactions.

This showed its immense value.

Shaking the gourd in his hand, Long Zhao declared, "Senior brother, this gourd holds at least a hundred pounds of elixir. I didn’t expect such a harvest."

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