Incredible Sect Simulator
Chapter 71: Purple Gold Copper Ore, Moon Grass Maturity

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Purple Gold Copper Ore, Moon Grass Maturity

The crimson silk slashed across the sky, carrying a surge of fierce magical power, hacking ferociously towards the Sandstorm Beast King’s head.

The Beast King was taken aback and dared not continue rushing against the crimson silk. It jerked its head sideways to avoid a vital blow while striking at the crimson silk with a forepaw.

It attempted to fend off the seemingly fragile silk with a strike.

The result, however, was a splattering sound, accompanied by a spray of blood.

The Beast King’s forepaw was slashed with a deep wound from which blood gushed freely. Severely injured, it could no longer exert strength through its forepaw.

At this critical moment, the blow that dealt a heavy blow to the Beast King was, of course, not Zhang Nianchuan’s doing but an intervention by Song Minghui, who promptly wielded the crimson silk against the Beast King.

By this time, the rest of the Sandstorm Beasts had been completely cleared out.

Seeing the Beast King heavily injured, Song Minghui paid no attention to checking Zhang Nianchuan’s injuries. With a cold demeanor, she wielded the crimson silk and launched a fierce assault on the Beast King.

Lin Han, seeing that Zhang Nianchuan was still standing, albeit a bit pale, set aside his inquiries about the injuries, assuming they were not serious.

"Dare to face my Senior Brother Zhang! Today, I’ll behead you!"

With anger on his face, he, too, wielded the Cyan Bamboo Sword to slash aggressively at the Beast King.

Faced with the fierce assault of the two spiritual artifacts, the Beast King, suffering from a severe forepaw injury, found its speed drastically reduced and its movements considerably hindered, unable to cope.

The battle with Zhang Nianchuan had already left it panting and waning in strength, leaving its combat power at less than eighty percent.

Swish!

The third flying sword cut through the sky, sweeping up wisps of sand, joining the battle.

This one belonged to Chu Qin and was another Cyan Bamboo Sword.

The crimson silk took the main offensive, while the two Cyan Bamboo Flying Swords, moving through the void, provided support. The Beast King was left with no way to escape, enduring a solid tenfold and more sword strikes, repeatedly sustaining critical injuries.

It wanted to run, to roar and summon its companions for help, but seeing the surrounding corpses of its kind drove it into further madness, its eyes turning blood-red.

The three spiritual artifacts were unstoppable, repeatedly carving into its body, tearing its flesh. It soon lost its ability to move, collapsed with a loud thud, struggled a bit, and then remained motionless, completely devoid of life.

Having slain the Sandstorm Beast King, the three finally withdrew, panting heavily.

Zhang Nianchuan retracted the Cyan Bamboo Sword, sitting down wearily.

The injuries on his body caused him substantial discomfort, and he feared he would need a lengthy recuperation.

"Junior Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Song Minghui stepped forward with concern, seeing that Zhang Nianchuan’s complexion was not looking good.

Zhang Nianchuan was just about to speak when a pressure in his chest caused a violent cough, spitting up strands of fresh blood.

This scene greatly alarmed Song Minghui, who quickly sat down and began channeling her energy to tend to Junior Brother Zhang’s injuries.

"Judging by Junior Brother Zhang’s condition, I’m afraid he will need a month or two of recuperation after returning."

"At that time, I will seek out the Sect Leader to inquire whether there are any healing elixirs available in the sect. You must not be careless with these injuries; proper healing is crucial."

Song Minghui said, "I was injured by the Tide Sound Demon Cultivator back then, and it was thanks to the sect’s intervention that I survived. I believe the Sect Leader will find a way."

Zhang Nianchuan was unable to speak easily. Opening his mouth might cause him to cough up more blood, so he simply nodded in agreement.

"Senior Sister Song, please stay here and look after Senior Brother Zhang. I will investigate the nest to see if there are any hidden Sandstorm Beast cubs or treasures."

"The Gathering Flowing Sand also needs to be collected to bring back to the sect."

After giving these instructions, Chu Qin began a thorough search of the nest.

After a round of exploration, not only were all the Sandstorm Beast cubs completely eradicated, with no survivors, but he also discovered something beside a damaged storage bag deep within the nest.

These were spirit stones, spirit pills, and tattered books, jade scrolls, and magical artifacts, all of which had lost their spiritual power, scattered from the storage bag and piled up haphazardly.

Due to long-time erosion from the desert’s hot climate and the wanton destruction by Sandstorm Beasts, these items were severely damaged and no longer usable.

From a book that only had a cover left, with legible writing barely visible, Chu Qin could only make out the words "Celestial Fire"; the rest of the text was indiscernible.

It was apparently a fire attribute technique with "Celestial Fire" as a prefix.

This seemed to be some cultivator’s belongings, and for some reason, their storage bag got left behind in the Sandstorm Beast’s nest. Also within the nest, Chu Qin discovered a set of remains, severely weathered.

After carefully checking the scattered items from the storage bag, Chu Qin found them all to be unusable trash, and he felt a slight sense of regret.

His gaze fell on the only well-preserved item that seemed unusual, yet he couldn’t recognize it immediately.

He collected the Gathering Flowing Sand and brought the peculiar object before Song Minghui and the others.

"Senior Sister Song, do you recognize this? It looks quite odd to me, unlike ordinary minerals."

The object, roughly two fists in size, was completely purple-golden, resembling a type of copper ore, not light in weight, around a hundred pounds.

While an ordinary mortal might find it a bit challenging to lift, as a cultivator, Chu Qin found it no trouble at all.

Song Minghui and the others inspected it carefully. Being somewhat inexperienced, they couldn’t initially determine what it was.

To test its hardness, Lin Han wielded the Cyan Bamboo Sword, trying to scratch it, but it left no mark whatsoever.

"So hard? Even the Cyan Bamboo Sword can’t make a mark."

Lin Han was secretly astonished, then suggested.

"I think we should take it back to the sect and let the Sect Leader and the two elders take a look—they might recognize it."

"We can only do that then."

Chu Qin handed the purple-golden mineral to Song Minghui with an embarrassed smile, "Senior Sister Song, you’re familiar with the Sect Leader and the two elders in the sect, so it’s best you inquire."

"Alright."

The group of four didn’t delay further, setting off back to the sect.

Due to Zhang Nianchuan’s injuries, they had to proceed at a slower pace with regular rests, and it took over a month to return to the Cyan Mountain Sect.

They reported the Sandstorm Beasts’ clearance status to Lu Yuanshan and handed over the Gathering Flowing Sand to him before Song Minghui presented the piece of Purple Gold Copper Ore.

"Sect Leader, this was discovered while clearing the Sandstorm Beast nest, an unknown object resembling a mineral."

"With your extensive knowledge, could you possibly identify what it is?"

"We troubled Elder Zhiwei for refining the Gathering Flowing Sand this time. We might as well hand this mineral over to the sect; perhaps Elder Zhiwei could use it in future artifact refining."

Lu Yuanshan took the piece of Purple Gold Copper Ore, examined it carefully, and after some time shook his head, unable to recognize it either.

He decided to consult Lu Changfeng or Lu Zhiwei later, and if that didn’t work, he’d have to wait for his father to finish secluded cultivation.

"Sect Leader, there’s another matter..."

After the discussion about the purple-golden mineral, Song Minghui brought up Zhang Nianchuan’s injuries, inquiring whether there might be any stock of elixirs in the sect to aid in his healing.

Understanding that the sect’s elixir supply was scarce, she nonetheless hoped, given her personal experience of being healed by the sect from a severe ailment, that there might be a solution.

Lu Yuanshan could only shake his head slightly in frustration.

Currently, the sect had no healing elixirs in stock, not even the basic Qi Cultivation Pills; there hadn’t been time to procure them.

If his father wasn’t in secluded cultivation, he could ask for another intervention. His father had healed Song Minghui before, so Zhang Nianchuan’s recovery wouldn’t be an issue.

His father’s collection was quite extensive, all stored in the secluded cultivation cave mansion.

However, since his father was in secluded cultivation, it wasn’t appropriate to disturb him.

"Zhang Nianchuan has worked hard for the sect; how could the sect stand by indifferently? For the coming months, he’ll be able to recuperate well. I’ll visit the Medicinal Garden shortly to have She Qingqing gather some healing herbs for him, which should achieve about seventy to eighty percent recovery."

"Thank you, Sect Leader, on behalf of Junior Brother Zhang."

"It’s what the sect should do."

After the conversation, both parties went their separate ways.

Lu Yuanshan made a trip to the Medicinal Garden to inform She Qingqing of Zhang Nianchuan’s injuries, asking her to gather some herbs to be delivered to Zhang Nianchuan’s residence.

...

As time cycled through the seasons, with winter departing and spring arriving, it quickly turned to midsummer.

It had been eight months since Lu Ping began secluded cultivation.

During this period of recuperation, Zhang Nianchuan’s injuries were healed, and he became lively, eager to engage in magical combat with fellow disciples across the sect.

Good news came from the Medicinal Garden, where She Qingqing reported that the Moon Grass planted last year had fully matured and was ready for harvesting.