Awakened: The Spirit King!

The two brothers' battle against the elder tree devil devastated a considerable part of the Blue Mist Valley, marring a mile of land with cracks, turning to ashes many trees and a flower field, and causing the destruction of the groves on the cliff's edges.

The causes of this major devastation were in the center of it.

While the two brothers raggedly breathed as if taking in oxygen any slower would kill them, one of them asked, "How was it?"

Xie Yang raised his eyebrow at Xie Ye and questioned back, "What?"

Xie Ye raised his head to look at the blue moon, sweat rolling down his Adam's apple and the sides of his neck as he uttered, "Experiencing a battle well-fought."

Although Xie Yang had fought not too few such battles in his past life and even died in one leading to him awakening after ten thousand years, this was his first time participating in such a deadly battle in this life.

He had forgotten what it felt like to place his life at risk to defeat his enemy, yet this battle reminded it how great it felt.

Nothing could beat the rush of adrenaline that comes with knowing that mistakes would lead to death.

After Xie Yang placed his hand on his heart that was thumping with excitement and threatening to jump out of his mouth, he only had one word to explain his feelings.

"Great!" Xie Yang exclaimed while smiling out of joy.

Xie Ye heard his word and saw the smile on his face, and felt the figure of his master overlapping with Xie Yang.

He blinked his eyes before murmuring, "Like father like son. Both of them are battle junkies."

Unlike him, who was a soldier that obeyed the commands of his superior and acted on them, Xie Yang and Xie Yong participated in deadly battles for different purposes but always ended up enjoying them!

"Did you say something?"

Xie Yang didn't quite get what he said, but he was confident that he had said something.

"Me? I didn't. You must be hearing things."

Xie Ye acted as if he hadn't said anything, and Xie Yang wasn't interested in egging him.

"Alright, let's gather our spoils of war."

"I will help."

Xie Yang's sword wasn't sharp enough to cut apart a level 40 or above creature; However, as it was dead and didn't have spiritual energy coursing around its body through its spiritual meridians, with each attack, he successfully cut a part of it.

When Xie Ye joined it, their speed of dismantling it quadrupled.

They separated the valuable parts of its body from the useless.

They stored the roots, branches, cores, petals, and wooden shards into their storage rings and left the burned over parts of its body on the ground.

Xie Yang knew that these spiritual petals were worth a lot, and the spiritual roots that were full of vitality were an ingredient he needed to change his physique!

As for the wooden shards and branches, a blacksmith could make items out of them!

From its body, they also retrieved eight medium-quality spiritual cores, one wood-type elemental core, one Dark-type Spirit core, and one mental-type mystic core!

Each of the cores was precious and worth more than a thousand or so gold taels.

They made a killing from taking it down.

The trees it possessed to assassinate Xie Yang developed low-level mental-type mystic core and spiritual cores, which they retrieved from their carcasses before returning to the Blue Moon City and spooking upon Chen Wei Qi.

'These guys are so late and look haggled beyond words. Could it be that they failed to steal a part of it and barely escaped with their lives after angering it?'

Chen Wei Qi assumed the worst when he saw the two mysterious men in tattered clothes, but before he could start bawling his eyes out and cursing his unlucky fate, Xie Yang placed two things on the table before him.

They entered his sight, and his eyes started shining in glee.

He was an experienced blacksmith, so he very soon realized that they came from a monster above level 40 and one that was ten times greater than a thousand-year-old entity that had developed a consciousness after cultivating and absorbing spiritual energy from nature for a thousand years!

Chen Wei Qi grabbed them felt like he was dreaming, but no matter how many times and how rapidly he blinked his eyes, the materials he held in his palms didn't disappear!

In the land owned by the Glorious Sun Emperor, the spiritual objects forged by a blacksmith can directly affect their status. The higher the ranks of a blacksmith, the better the blacksmith association pays him, and the more the people respect him.

However, it wasn't easy for a blacksmith to increase his rank.

After all, they not only needed to have good forging skills but also materials.

It was hard for a blacksmith to hone his skill but even harder to get good materials!

Blacksmiths weren't great fighters and were only good at creating weapons and items for others, due to which they needed to send great fortune to buy good materials or hire people to obtain them.

Chen Wei Qi had the skills of a rank three blacksmith, but for the past year, he lacked the money to purchase above level 40 materials to use in his forging, and hence, he wasn't able to create a rank 3 item.

As a result, he failed to advance to rank three from rank four.

The monthly stipend that the association bestowed him wasn't enough for him to afford spiritual wines and drink his days away, much less pay off his debt, so he couldn't depend on it to buy level 40 and above equipment in this lifetime.

Yet now, he had level 40 materials before him.

What did it mean?

He could use them to restore her brush and create a rank three spiritual object to advance by a whole rank in his profession!

Rank four blacksmiths were plenty in the north, but rank three were not.

The noble families and northern lords also valued rank three blacksmiths very much!

If he becomes a rank three blacksmith, he will be valued anywhere he goes!