Chapter 88

Jiang Feixue had no idea what her elder brother was thinking. Seeing him in a severely injured state, she hurriedly took out the Essence Yang Pearl and activated the small cluster of Yunyang Spirit Fire within it.

Seeing this spirit fire, the man in white was greatly surprised. As an alchemist, he was more than familiar with the spirit fires of heaven and earth.

"Hmm? Yunyang Spirit Fire? You actually have it too?!"

"Brother, don't worry about it now. Quickly refine this spirit fire and recover from your injuries," Jiang Feixue urged immediately.

The man in white said no more, nodded, and opened his mouth to inhale the spirit fire.

He was the strongest alchemist among the younger generation of Divine Casting Manor, cultivating the highest-level technique of Divine Casting Manor, the Extreme Fire Casting Technique!

This technique used fire to enter the Dao, forming the most suitable spirit flame for alchemy within the body, the Divine Casting Fire!

To him, the spirit fires of heaven and earth were great nourishing substances.

The Yunyang Spirit Fire entering his throat did not harm him but instead transformed into fine threads, spreading throughout his limbs and organs, rapidly repairing his internal injuries under the enhancement of spiritual energy.

An hour later, two faint flames flickered in the man in white's eyes as he stood up from the ground.

At this point, his injuries had recovered somewhat. With his cultivation at the Ninth Level of the Qi Condensation Stage, he had a certain degree of self-preservation ability.

After getting up, the man in white glanced at the empty boulder and then walked toward Su Shier with his sword, "Boy, hand over the Golden Saint Spirit Spring!"

Su Shier, who was meditating, frowned and immediately held the Essence Yang Ruler in his hand.

He was not at all surprised by the other party's actions.

However, if it came to a fight, he was not afraid. An hour of meditation had restored a significant amount of his true essence.

"Brother, what are you doing?!" Jiang Feixue was greatly alarmed and hurriedly stepped forward to block the man in white.

"That Golden Saint Spirit Spring was discovered by us first," the man in white said calmly.

If it were another treasure, he wouldn't have cared.

But the Golden Saint Spirit Spring was different.

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Wealth moves the heart. For cultivators, any treasure that can enhance cultivation is extremely tempting.

"What do you mean 'discovered by us first'? I and Brother Zhu also bought a map and came for the Golden Saint Spirit Spring."

"Don't forget, if it weren't for Brother Zhu saving you at the end, you and the others would have died long ago!"

Jiang Feixue shouted loudly, her cheeks puffed up, looking very angry.

"Saving people? He was just after the treasure, no need to make it sound so noble," the man in white said coldly, his face indifferent.

"You... You are simply unreasonable! Jiang Feiyun, I don't care what you think, if you want to harm Brother Zhu, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

Jiang Feixue spread her arms, protecting Su Shier behind her, shouting the man's name loudly.

"I should have known, I shouldn't have given you that Yunyang Spirit Fire just now. It was a gift from Brother Zhu!"

Hearing this, Jiang Feiyun stopped, squinted his eyes, and his expression became particularly serious.

He did not stop because of Jiang Feixue's words but because he faintly sensed a slight threat from Su Shier.

Moreover, Su Shier had been sitting in meditation the whole time, not at all like someone being threatened, which made him feel that this person might have more tricks up his sleeve.

And his injuries were merely suppressed. If they really fought, he might not necessarily win.

After a quick thought, Jiang Feiyun grunted and put away the broadsword in his hand.

"Fine, I won't touch him. You come with me now!"

"No! You go back by yourself! Brother Zhu saved you, and you don't know how to be grateful. I'm not as heartless as you," Jiang Feixue shook her head, refusing immediately.

"Jiang Feixue, your unreasonable behavior should have limits."

"You leaving without permission has already made Father very unhappy. If he finds out that you are associating with a stray cultivator of unknown origin, you know the consequences!"

Jiang Feiyun crossed his arms behind his back and said coldly.

"I..."

Jiang Feixue's delicate body trembled, her head lowered, and she looked like a wilted eggplant.

A trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

In the world of cultivation, the origins of stray cultivators are mostly mixed, and many have low aptitudes. Unlike sects and families, which can gain more resources by banding together, stray cultivators often fight to the death for cultivation resources. Their actions are relatively extreme and even have no bottom line.

Such a group is naturally not favored by forces of a certain scale, especially large forces.

And Divine Casting Manor is one of the three major forces in the Cangshan Mountains, with very strict rules and family discipline.

"Hmph!" Seeing Jiang Feixue not speaking, Jiang Feiyun grunted, turned his head to look at Su Shier, who was meditating, with a particularly unfriendly expression.

"Boy, if you have any sense, you'd better not纠缠雪儿."

"She is from Divine Casting Manor, of noble birth, and you are from a completely different world!"

"In this world... some people are destined to be beyond your reach!"

Jiang Feixue's behavior made him feel even more that she was being influenced by this person.

Therefore, he naturally had no good impression of Su Shier.

"Brother, you are being too much..." Jiang Feixue widened her eyes, looking angrily at Jiang Feiyun.

But before she could finish her sentence, she was pulled away by Jiang Feiyun, who walked away quickly.

The other cultivators in the mountain hollow turned to look at Su Shier, shook their heads, and hurriedly followed.

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In a blink, Su Shier was the only one left in the mountain hollow.

"Beyond reach? In this world, is anyone born more noble than others?"

Su Shier opened his eyes and smiled coldly.

His will was firm, and his direction for the future was very clear. Jiang Feiyun's words would not affect him in the slightest.

"The Golden Saint Spirit Spring is in hand, and it's not safe to stay here for long. Next, I should find a place to start cultivating."

Muttering to himself, Su Shier did not waste time, gathered the scattered storage bags on the ground, and leaped away quickly toward the exit of the Evil Filth Pit.

Nearly a thousand cultivators had died here, and there were over a hundred storage bags. Even if each contained only one item, it was still a considerable fortune.

Su Shier was always meticulous and would not let this opportunity pass.

A day later.

Su Shier arrived at a desolate mountain in the Yunmeng Marsh where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was relatively dense. Holding the White Mist Sword, he quickly opened a cave, entered it, and sealed the entrance.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave, he did not rush to cultivate but took out his belongings to take stock.

This battle could be considered the most dangerous one he had faced since his cultivation began.

The Silver Light Sword was shattered, the Ice Shield broken, and the Soul Severing Nail and Bone Piercer were also severely damaged. Coupled with the severe depletion of true essence, his foundation suffered considerable damage.

During the battle, any mistake could have cost him his life. Thinking back, Su Shier still felt a lingering fear.

However, thinking of the gains from this trip, he still had a faint smile on his face.

Just that handful of Golden Saint Spirit Spring was worth all the losses.

The first thing Su Shier checked was the items of the dead stray cultivators.

Among the nearly a thousand stray cultivators, only a small portion had magical treasures. Most used spells and talismans for attacks.