Star Sky Professional
Chapter 280 - 232: Top-grade Spirit Stone and Nascent Condensing Pill (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 280: Chapter 232: Top-grade Spirit Stone and Nascent Condensing Pill (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

In the Void, streaks of azure light emerged from the "Nine Infant Pearl," resembling tassels or lines drawn by a brush, conjuring the silhouette of a nine-headed beast.

Its body was covered with scales of dark blue, each head resembling both dragon and serpent.

From each head spat out a different kind of spell.

Flames, poisonous water, black fog, ice... the spells from the nine innate divine abilities converged, even forming a torrent!

Even Fang Xing’s original body had to momentarily avoid their sharp edge.

"Nine Infant Illusion?! It’s indeed from the Nine Infant Sect."

"If the actual Nine Infant existed, it would likely be at least a fifth rank demon god..."

Fang Xing’s steps in the Void were like stepping on lotuses, creating lotuses with each step as he continually retreated.

Even though he had once crushed most of the cultivators in this world with the Blue Star Martial Arts, facing this true Nascent Soul Seed, before advancing to the Vajra Realm, a head-on confrontation would yield little good outcome.

Even more so...

He still had a backup plan.

...

In the Cave Mansion beneath the serpent tail peak cloaked in water curtains, now a haunt for ghosts,

Fang Xing’s Cultivation Avatar stood up, a faint smile on his face: "Since wielding my sword there are no match for me, I, throughout my life, spare no one!"

Whoosh!

A sword light glowed brilliantly, soaring into the sky, as magnificent as the energy reaching the heavens.

The dazzling brilliance was like a rainbow piercing the sun, a single sword cut divided the Nine Infant Illusion in two.

The Nine Infant Pearl cried out in pain and flew into Huo Moqing’s body.

Huo Moqing’s face flickered with pale and flushed patches as he suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

But his actions were even faster, for his Divine Sense had already caught a terrible surge of Mana rising from the cave below.

That wasn’t any Immortal Golden Core!

It was... a Nascent Soul True Monarch!!!

’Was the breakthrough here not Core Formation, but a Nascent Soul?’

’Damn it to hell... is this a trap? Have I been played?’

Huo Moqing was terribly frightened, but his hands moved swiftly.

He bit his tongue and shot out a blood arrow that landed on a dark Thunder Pearl in his hand.

This was the "Netherworld Divine Thunder," a fourth rank Divine Skill, condensed by a Nascent Soul ancestor of the Nine Infant Sect.

Once released, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch would have to temporarily avoid it, his last line of defense!

"Go!"

Even a normal Core Formation cultivator, even if their life core shattered, might not be able to gather enough Mana to trigger the "Netherworld Divine Thunder"!

But as an Immortal Golden Core cultivator, Huo Moqing, after consuming much of his Mana in an instant, a dark Divine Thunder with an indescribable destructive aura, plummeted from the Sky Dome!

Immediately after, without the slightest hesitation, Huo Moqing put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and sacrificed a fourth-rank defensive Talisman—"Eight Gates Golden Lock Talisman"!

Eight illusory golden gates appeared, each with intricate and profound patterns spread out on all sides, guarding him tightly.

Even for a Core Formation Late Stage cultivator at the Immortal Golden Core level, using two fourth-rank skills in succession left Huo Moqing’s Mana nearly depleted.

But he didn’t dare to gamble, his forehead now emblazoned with a strange pattern, the "Nine Infant Tears Blood Seal!"

This secret technique could ravage one’s Primordial Qi and transform it into Mana.

Beneath the light of the Blood Tears Seal, Huo Moqing felt the Mana that had once been exhausted in his body rapidly recovering, his pale face regaining a hint of color.

Turning around, he fled outside the Array.

While running, he also mobilized the power of the grand Array, gathering countless clouds of blood mist into walls to block Fang Xing.

...

Boom!

The Netherworld Divine Thunder exploded, its terrifying destructive force almost shaving off a large part of Snake Tail Peak.

When the lightning dissipated, a proud azure glowing shield stood tall.

In Fang Xing’s hand was the Green Sun Demon Lamp, its light flickering to form a "Qingyang Shield" around his body, giving off a sense that it was impervious to all techniques.

’The Netherworld Divine Thunder is just a fourth-rank technique, and a one-time thing...’

’My casual strike is a fourth-rank technique now, would I be afraid of yours?’

Fang Xing looked at the layers of blood-red mist coming toward him and couldn’t help but give a wry smile,

"If it were a true fourth-rank Array, I’d have to give some respect... but this one?"

Suddenly, a Flying Sword appeared in his hand—just the Sword Shadow of the famous sword "Rotten Iron."

Though it was only a Sword Shadow, the sharp aura it emitted seemed to surge to the heavens, and the brilliance was even more dazzling.

Such a Flying Sword, formed by splitting light and shadow, was in no way inferior to any other Flying Sword.

The most crucial thing was... it feared neither filth nor damage.

Even if it were destroyed, it would merely dissipate a streak of Sword Qi.

"I’m using a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator’s technique for the first time."

Fang Xing’s Flying Sword suddenly emitted a strong hum, a resplendent sword light shot into the sky.

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi seemed to move with it, drawn into this strike.

Swoosh!

Wherever the sword light passed, the countless scarlet mist instantly dispersed, as if ’One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques’!

Puff!

The inverted ’giant bowl’ that once covered Three Python Mountain was torn open by a huge hole from this sword strike.

The crimson moon was cloven in twain, Sword Qi tearing apart the firmament and night, revealing a clear and azure sky beyond.

"Sword Intent Formation? A Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Huo Moqing’s heart was filled with despair.

He even began to wonder if he had offended the ancestors to be assigned such a suicidal mission.

But at that moment, the desire to survive spurred him to recklessly drain the last vestiges of his mana, pouring it into an odd, Fourth Rank Talisman in his hand.

This Talisman was luminous and white, its surface etched with phoenix-like ancient runes that seemed almost ready to take flight.

It was an incredibly rare Fourth Rank "Escape Space Talisman"!

Even for a Nascent Soul True Monarch, it would be considered a fine life-saving Treasure.

"A high-rank Talisman of the Void Attribute? You did have trouble finding it..."

Fang Xing flicked his finger on his sword, the sword humming like a dragon, "But when did you get the impression that you hadn’t yet been struck by the sword?"

Great Freedom Mysterious Gold Sword Qi, reputed as the fastest of swords!

After gaining strength comparable to a Nascent Soul, this Sword Dao scripture finally revealed its true form.

When Fang Xing had cleaved open the Quasi Fourth Rank Array, he had incidentally cut down ’Huo Moqing.’

It’s just that the Sword Qi was too swift, and the other man had only just realized it.

Huo Moqing’s expression froze, the Eight Gates Golden Locks before him shattered, his ’Mystic Ice Shield’ suddenly split in two, a line of blood appeared on his neck, and the ’Escape Space Talisman’ in his hand lost all its glow, snatched up by Fang Xing.

"This Three Python Mountain... as the site of my Core Formation, look what a catastrophic state you’ve brought it to... for that, you’ll bear the primary responsibility."

Fang Xing looked over the mountain, now devoid of life, shook his head, pillaged the spoils of war, and at once turned into a stream of Sword Qi, leaving with his true self far behind...

Several hours later, a streak of blue light fell onto Three Python Mountain, casting a blurred human silhouette.

Gazing upon the ruins, the figure let out a cold snort.

...

"Indeed, the higher you go in the Cultivation World, the more concentrated the resources..."

"Those few with Fake Cores, True Cores, even adding the Yun Family... their resources might not match that of a single Core Formation Late Stage."

"Wait, that young lad seemed rather extraordinary; he must be some important figure from the Nine Infant Sect... A Nascent Soul Seed?"

Tens of thousands of miles away from Three Python Mountain.

Fang Xing stowed his flying light and, with a turn of his Sword Qi, carved out a Cave Mansion and began to inventory his war spoils.

After looking over the items from the other lackeys, he turned to the storage bag of that Jiedan Cultivator from the Nine Infant Sect with heightened expectation.

As expected, he found a plethora of Spirit Stones piled up like mountains within.

But that wasn’t all!

Fang Xing’s expression shifted as he discovered an extremely special Water Attribute Spirit Stone among the many.

It was uncut, shaped like a blue droplet, its core brimming with exuberant Spiritual Energy; when held up to his ear, he could even hear the mighty rush of great rivers.

"Could this be the rumored ’Top-grade Spirit Stone’? One worth hundreds of Top-grade Spirit Stones that no Cultivator has ever exchanged for?"

Fang Xing’s expression changed again.

Such a ’Top-grade Spirit Stone’ was said to harbor Spiritual Energy so pure that it could aid 50% in Nascent Soul Formation.

Of course, it had to match the Cultivation Technique’s attributes.

Fang Xing practiced the "Great Freedom Mysterious Gold Sword Scripture," which emphasized Gold Attribute Spiritual Energy. If he were to attempt Nascent Soul Formation in the future, he would ideally prepare Gold Attribute Top-grade Spirit Stones.

Switching to Water Attribute Top-grade Spirit Stones, the effect would be somewhat reduced, with only four-fifths the effectiveness...

"Such a fine thing."

Fang Xing treasured the blue droplet, sealing it away carefully.

And the other Treasures?

They were eye-opening as well.

All kinds of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, rare Elixirs... it was an endless array, with even ’Ten-thousand-year-old Stone Milk’ amounting to more than a dozen drops.

"So wealthy... are Core Formation Cultivators truly this affluent?"

Fang Xing’s expression bore a touch of disbelief as he opened a sky-blue Jade Box.

The material of this box was similar to the Empty Green Bottle he had used to contain the Golden Core Formation Pill before.

Upon opening it, he saw an extraordinary vine, coiled like a dragon, and emitting a distinctive scent of locust flowers.

"Could it be a Fourth Rank Spiritual Medicine?"

He raised an eyebrow and found several more carefully sealed medicine boxes.

Obviously, the unfortunate chap had deemed them quite precious.

After inspecting each Jade Scroll one by one, Fang Xing immediately found the answer.

Holding a Jade Scroll in his hand, his Divine Sense entered it.

Soon, one of the most complex Dan recipes he’d ever seen came into view.

"’Nascent Condensing Pill Recipe’... main ingredients: one Divine Infant Fruit, a piece of Dragon Locust Vine, the heart of a Blue Spirit Bamboo... auxiliary materials: thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit, Ten-thousand-year-old Stone Milk..."

"A Fourth Rank Dan recipe! ’Nascent Condensing Pill,’ an Elixir greatly beneficial to Nascent Soul Formation?"

"Indeed, that man already at Core Formation Late Stage, starting to gather the materials for the ’Nascent Condensing Pill’ is hardly surprising..."

Fang Xing nodded to himself, looking at the section of Dragon Vine, "It seems this must be the Dragon Locust Vine..."

He found that the Demon Path’s Core Formation Late Stage Cultivator was surprisingly capable, having almost fully gathered all main and auxiliary materials, apart from the ’Divine Infant Fruit.’

"True, even with a Heavenly Spirit Root, the confidence in how to form a Nascent Soul is certainly not that much."

"If I can just obtain the ’Divine Infant Fruit,’ wouldn’t I be able to try crafting the ’Nascent Condensing Pill’?"

With his Nascent Soul Power, Fang Xing’s Alchemy would progress by leaps and bounds.

Moreover, with the Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron in hand, his requirements for Alchemy were much lower than other Alchemists’.

As long as the final Solidifying Pill process was successful, that would be enough!