Nine Regions Sword Emperor

Chapter 61
More than 6000 Qi Gathering Pills, all placed in front of him, is also extremely spectacular.

Such a large amount of wealth is enough to buy a black-scaled horse king, which is worth half of the wealth of the Lin Mansion.

This is just the wealth in the storage bags of Wu Yantang disciples. Among all the storage bags, the two most important ones are also the two that Chu Fengmian is most looking forward to. He has not opened them yet.

"Look at what's in Ding Hao's storage bag."

Chu Fengmian picked up the storage bag of the young master of Wuyantang, Ding Hao, and a burst of spiritual energy was injected into it, and a space suddenly opened.

Chu Fengmian looked at it, but there was a bit of disappointment on his face.

In Ding Hao's storage bag, most of them are fine wines, playthings, and even Qi Gathering Pills, there are only more than 100 pieces, basically not many.

"Sure enough, he is a scoundrel. Among them, there are not many medicinal pills, but a lot of fine wine."

Chu Fengmian was speechless when he saw that there were more than 100 altars of fine wine filled with storage bags.

This expectation is somewhat wasted.

Chu Fengmian could only place his last hope in the storage bag of the head of the Wuyan Hall.

"A storage bag for a Divine Sea Realm warrior, don't let Chu down."

Chu Fengmian muttered to himself.

He put all his expectations into the storage bag of the Wuyan Hall's hall master.

A burst of spiritual power was injected into it, and the storage bag was suddenly opened. At a glance, there were countless jade bottles placed in rows.

Fifty jade bottles were filled with these Qi Gathering Pills!
"The wealth of this Martial Flame Hall's Hall Master is truly astonishing. There are as many as [-] Qi Pills alone."

The corners of Chu Fengmian's mouth showed a bit of a smile.

Now he is already poor and afraid. To cultivate this battle dragon art and condense the blood of the ancient battle dragon, he needs a large number of medicinal pills to provide spiritual power.

This time, he got tens of thousands of Qi Gathering Pills, and Chu Fengmian really made a fortune.

Apart from these Qi Gathering Pills, Chu Fengmian also saw seven spiritual weapons.

Of these seven spiritual tools, the two most powerful ones were ranked at the bottom of the Xuan level, and the rest were all high-quality yellow-level spiritual tools.

These spiritual tools, if sold, would be a considerable fortune.

Other than that, not much else.

Just when Chu Fengmian was about to close the storage bag, a burst of spiritual power came from the storage bag, but Chu Fengmian suddenly stopped.

He looked at it again, and in the deepest part of the storage bag, a milky white rock attracted Chu Fengmian's attention.

The quintessential spiritual power that just came came from this milky white rock.

"What is this? It doesn't look like a spiritual jade, but it has such an exquisite spiritual power in it."

Chu Fengmian picked up the milky white rock, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

With his knowledge, he couldn't see what this milky white rock was.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to get a piece of good stuff. Yes, with it, you should be able to condense the third drop of ancient battle dragon blood."

Xing Xuan's lazy voice sounded in Chu Fengmian's mind.

It seems that he also felt the essence of spiritual power in this milky white rock before he woke up.

"Huh? What is this?"

Chu Fengmian asked in surprise.

Each time condensing the blood of the ancient war dragon is several times more difficult than the last time, and the resources required are several times higher.

The last time Chu Fengmian spent more than 500 Qi Gathering Pills, the condensation was completed, but this time, even if Chu Fengmian spent [-] Qi Gathering Pills, he might not be able to achieve it.

This ancient war dragon's blood essence, the more the awakened number, the stronger the natural strength, but the more resources it needs.

Now that Chu Fengmian has gathered so many Qi Gathering Pills, he did not choose to cultivate. It was he who wanted to wait until he had accumulated more and choose an opportunity to devour them together to condense the third drop of ancient war dragon blood essence.

But this Xingxuan just said, with this milky white rock, Chu Fengmian actually has the chance to hit the third drop of ancient war dragon blood essence?
"Can't you see it? In the Nine Regions, the only spiritual power that can achieve such an essence is the underground spiritual milk."

In Xing Xuan's voice, he was still as indifferent as always, unwilling to explain more.

Usually Xingxuan was in a deep sleep, and only when Chu Fengmian was cultivating would he appear and give some pointers.

This time, it seems that he also appeared because he was interested in milky white rocks.

"Subterranean Spirit Milk?"

Chu Fengmian was surprised.

Chu Fengmian knew exactly what this underground spiritual milk was.

In this world, the most quintessential spiritual power is not medicinal pills, but the boundless earth veins hidden under the Nine Domains.

And this underground spiritual milk is actually a kind of spiritual medicine produced by the condensation of spiritual power in the earth veins.

The spiritual power contained in a drop of the subterranean spiritual milk is enough to be comparable to the ordinary heaven-level pills, and the value of this subterranean spiritual milk is even more than that of the heaven-level pills.

Because no matter what kind of medicinal herbs, no matter how high the grade, there will be impurities, and there will be impurities in them that need to be discharged when refining.

But this subterranean spiritual milk is completely condensed with the most quintessential spiritual power.

There is not a single drop of impurities in it. If you swallow it, there is no need to refine it. Even if it is given to a pig, it can be refined and cultivated.

However, the appearance of this underground spiritual milk should be a milky white liquid, but now it is a rock.

"Is this underground spiritual milk dripping into this rock?"

Chu Fengmian suddenly understood.

Now the spiritual power emanating from this rock is actually the spiritual power of the underground spiritual milk in the rock.

It's just that this underground spiritual milk, for some unknown reason, has been integrated into this rock, so it can only be exchanged to exude spiritual power.

"As long as this underground spiritual milk can be deprived from the rock, it is really possible to condense the third drop of ancient war dragon blood."

Chu Fengmian thought to himself.

He naturally knew the magic of this underground spirit milk. In order to let Chu Fengmian condense his spiritual veins in his previous life, the master of swordsmanship also searched for the underground spirit milk and gave it to Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian had felt that kind of pure and huge spiritual power, but Chu Fengmian at that time had no spiritual veins.

These spiritual powers only lasted for a short time before dissipating.

But Chu Fengmian had personally experienced the effect of this underground spiritual milk, and he naturally knew how terrifying the effect of this underground spiritual milk was.

"Little guy, if you don't know how to extract the underground spiritual milk, you can come and beg me, and the deity can tell you."

Xingxuan looked at Chu Fengmian playfully in his mind.

(End of this chapter)