Chapter 61

Lin Ya bought ten Tianqing fruits, but he certainly didn't give them all to Jing Mingzhu. He himself could also use the Tianqing fruits for cultivation.

"Mr. Lin Ya, here are your Tianqing fruits, totaling three thousand spirit stones," the middle-aged male warrior in a black robe smiled politely at Lin Ya from behind the counter.

"Good, very good." Lin Ya paid the spirit stones with a generous and straightforward manner.

"Jing Yan, what did you buy? Hehe, if you don't have enough spirit stones, I have some here. Just let me know if you need them." Lin Ya cast a fiery glance at Su Zixuan beside Jing Yan, his voice dark and sinister.

"Brother Ya, you really have a lot of spirit stones," Jing Mingzhu flattered from the side.

This woman has a good eye. No wonder Lin Ya likes her.

"Here are the ten top-grade spirit stones Mr. Jing Yan purchased."

Su Zixuan stepped forward and placed the exquisite wooden box containing the top-grade spirit stones on the counter.

Su Zixuan also noticed that Lin Ya and Jing Mingzhu seemed to have some animosity towards Jing Yan. The mocking tone made Su Zixuan inwardly angry. Would Mr. Jing Yan lack such a small amount of spirit stones?

"Hmm?"

"What?"

"Top... top-grade spirit stones?" Lin Ya and Jing Mingzhu almost popped their eyes out.

How could this be?

Jing Yan, buying top-grade spirit stones?

Lin Ya's expression twisted, his eyes fixed on the wooden box.

The male warrior behind the counter opened the exquisite wooden box, revealing the round, milky-white glowing top-grade spirit stones neatly arranged inside.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could he have so many spirit stones to buy top-grade spirit stones?" Lin Ya screamed inwardly.

In his view, even when the old patriarch of the Jing family was still around, Jing Yan could not have had so many spirit stones.

After all, he, Lin Ya, was the direct grandson of the Lin family's grand elder, with a special status, and he himself was a powerful warrior at the ninth level of the Martial Dao. Yet, he only had a little over three thousand spirit stones, not enough to buy even one top-grade spirit stone. This was before he bought the Tianqing fruits.

"Mr. Jing Yan, these ten top-grade spirit stones are worth a total of forty thousand spirit stones," the male warrior smiled and said.

Although he was somewhat surprised, he wasn't very shocked. After all, not long ago, Jing Yan had spent fifty-five thousand spirit stones here.

"Alright!" Jing Yan nodded.

"Clack!"

With a light sound, Jing Yan placed four spirit stone gold cards on the counter.

Jing Mingzhu's eyes went wide at the sight of the gold cards.

She had never owned such spirit stone gold cards in her entire life.

"Mr. Jing Yan, each of these four gold cards contains ten thousand spirit stones. There are no issues," the male warrior said respectfully to Jing Yan.

"Alright! One more thing, I've run out of physical spirit stones. Can I exchange some here?" Jing Yan said, taking out another spirit stone gold card.

"Of course, no problem! Mr. Jing Yan, according to the rules, you would need to pay a handling fee for exchanging physical spirit stones here. However, since you are a major customer of our Qizhen Pavilion, there is no handling fee," the male warrior said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Jing Yan nodded.

He then put away the ten top-grade spirit stones and ten thousand physical spirit stones.

"Zixuan, see you next time." Jing Yan bid farewell to Su Zixuan.

Then, he turned and left.

He didn't even spare a glance at the despicable pair, Lin Ya and Jing Mingzhu.

Casually and gracefully!

This is what elegance looks like!

Lin Ya and Jing Mingzhu watched Jing Yan's back as he left the Qizhen Pavilion, their eyes filled with complex emotions. The red-clad female attendant's body trembled slightly, showing her inner turmoil.

...

In the small courtyard of the Jing family residence where Jing Yan lived.

"Top-grade spirit stones!"

Jing Yan took out a top-grade spirit stone, emitting a dense milky-white glow, and his eyes narrowed.

The First Divine Art of the Firmament began to circulate.

"Boom!"

A massive surge of primordial energy flowed from the top-grade spirit stone into Jing Yan's body.

The scene was astonishing.

The primordial energy seemed to turn into a liquid, visible to the naked eye. The terrifyingly pure primordial energy entered Jing Yan's body at an astonishing speed.

Under the transformation of the First Divine Art of the Firmament, Jing Yan's own primordial energy also increased dramatically.

In just a short time, Jing Yan's primordial energy had noticeably improved. The feeling of improvement was the most genuine for Jing Yan himself. The comfortable and pleasant sensation was intoxicating.

"Using top-grade spirit stones for cultivation is truly delightful," Jing Yan thought with satisfaction.

In just three days, one top-grade spirit stone had turned to dust.

And Jing Yan's realm had reached the peak of the eighth level of the Martial Dao.

The ninth level was just around the corner.

Jing Yan did not rush to continue absorbing the primordial energy from the top-grade spirit stones but paused.

In just three days, the increase in primordial energy was enormous.

He needed some time to consolidate the primordial energy.

The First Divine Art of the Firmament continued to circulate silently, and two days passed in a flash.

On this day, Jing Yan opened his eyes.

"About time to attempt breaking through to the ninth level," Jing Yan pursed his lips.

At this point, there was still a full month before the start of the family competition.

He prepared the Jiuyin fruit, top-grade spirit stones, and a large number of ordinary spirit stones.

Jing Yan took a deep breath and then slowly closed his eyes. The primordial energy in his body gradually began to circulate, and as time passed, the speed of circulation increased.

Jing Yan first swallowed the Jiuyin fruit.

Under the energy of the Jiuyin fruit, the soul crystal stored in his body, which still had about forty percent of its energy, began to be absorbed by Jing Yan's body again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the control of the First Divine Art of the Firmament and Jing Yan's will, the primordial energy fiercely impacted the barrier between the eighth and ninth levels of the Martial Dao.

"Right now, use the top-grade spirit stone!" Jing Yan's brows suddenly furrowed, and his fingers moved at an incredible speed, taking a top-grade spirit stone and beginning to absorb it.

Days passed one by one.

Three days later...

A week later...

Half a month later...

The resources in front of Jing Yan gradually decreased, while the primordial energy surging around his body became increasingly astonishing. The seemingly calm surroundings were filled with terrifying primordial energy.

At this moment, if a warrior were to approach Jing Yan, they would likely be directly thrown away by the seemingly tranquil primordial energy. Even a high-level warrior would find it hard to avoid.

"Buzz!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Jing Yan's body trembled slightly. A vast wave of primordial energy suddenly surged in all directions.

At the same time, a loud, dragon-like roar echoed from Jing Yan's nostrils.

"Crack!" The barrier between the eighth and ninth levels finally collapsed.

The primordial energy, accumulated to its limit, surged through the martial arts meridians like a river, flowing with a thunderous roar.