Published: March 9, 2025
The medicinal fields in the Nine Calamity space have now expanded to at least twice their original size, with countless newly emerged spiritual medicines swaying gracefully in the fields.
“Have we already turned halfway through this City of Spirits?” Chu Yang asked.
“Hmm… It’s almost halfway done, but we’re still far from finishing. The good stuff is still ahead,” the Sword Spirit replied, clearly still excited.
This was the first time the Sword Spirit had entered a true City of Spirits in its lifetime. Now that they had entered such a super treasure mountain, how could they leave empty-handed?
Chu Yang suddenly fell to the ground: “Damn it, I’m done! ... Halfway or less than halfway is not the same concept. I’m digging non-stop, and I still have to plant inside... my back is aching... I’m done!”
“No wonder Young Master Wei is so generous; it turns out there are so many spiritual medicines here, enough to crush a person. Just picking them can tire someone out...” Chu Yang said angrily. “I’m only taking one; if I searched for them all… how much would that be?”
The Sword Spirit said, “Just hold on a bit longer; the more we endure, the more we will harvest. Keep going, and keep harvesting. The longer we persist, the more we will reap…”
Chu Yang shook his head like a rattle drum: “Are you trying to fool a foolish child? I’m not some laborer… Do you think I’m made of clay? I’m also human; I get tired and fatigued!”
“But the problem right now is that we’ve only found less than ten spiritual medicines that have been around for a hundred thousand years…” the Sword Spirit said, somewhat unwillingly. “Can we just look for the high-end ones from now on? Let’s not collect the low-end ones for now; is that alright?”
The Sword Spirit wisely relaxed its conditions, and Chu Yang complied, standing up from the ground and stretching: “Alright, from now on we’ll only collect those over fifty thousand years…”
The Sword Spirit rolled its eyes. While others complained about the rarity of treasures, this one seemed impatient to the point of wanting to throw things away, only willing to collect those over “fifty thousand years” — what kind of attitude is that? This guy must be incredibly hard to deal with…
……
After a long while.
“Ah!” The Sword Spirit suddenly became excited.
“What’s wrong?” Chu Imperial Seat jumped in surprise and quickly turned around.
“I didn’t expect there would be such good stuff here! I can’t believe it…” The Sword Spirit looked ahead. “This is truly unbelievable.”
“What good stuff? You keep saying good stuff but not telling me what it is; don’t keep me in suspense…” Chu Imperial Seat followed the Sword Spirit's gaze but only saw a dead tree standing majestically amidst a lush greenery.
“What’s so special about that? I don’t see any spiritual medicine at all?” Chu Yang searched for a long time without finding anything.
“Quick, look at that dead tree!” the Sword Spirit gasped. “That’s the good stuff!”
“Uh?”
“That’s the heavenly star wood I mentioned earlier!” The Sword Spirit was extremely excited. “Heavenly star wood! And looking at that size, at least it’s been growing for over a hundred thousand years… My heavens…”
“Oh my heavens!!!” Chu Imperial Seat suddenly jumped up. “Are you sure?”
Heavenly star wood.
Initially, for just a tea box-sized heavenly star wood, Ancestral Patriarch Chu Xiaoxin had to go rob from the nine great clans, nearly paying with her life…
Just a single ring made from heavenly star wood was enough to spark bloody battles in the martial arts world.
And here, there was a tree seemingly too big for three or five people to hug!
How many spatial rings could that make?
Chu Yang was instantly overwhelmed with happiness.
In fact, the Sword Spirit was also dizzy, speaking almost incoherently: “I can’t believe there’s such a complete tree… This heavenly star wood is nearly extinct even in the Nine Heavens Pavilion… and yet there’s so much here… My goodness… Am I dreaming? If I am dreaming, please let me stay asleep a little longer…”