60: Chapter 60: Making a Fortune 60: Chapter 60: Making a Fortune Over six thousand Qi Gathering Pills laid out in front of him, presenting a magnificent sight.
Such a vast fortune could already buy a Black-Scaled Horse King, equating to half of the wealth of the Lin Estate.
Yet this was merely the wealth found in the storage bags of the Martial Flame Hall disciples.
Among all the storage bags, the two most important ones, which Chu Fengmian was most looking forward to, were yet to be opened.
“Let’s see what’s inside Ding Hao’s storage bag.”
Chu Fengmian picked up the storage bag of Ding Hao, the young master of the Martial Flame Hall.
He injected Spiritual Power into it, and a space suddenly opened up.
Chu Fengmian looked inside but showed a hint of disappointment on his face.
Inside Ding Hao’s storage bag, there were mostly fine wines and trinkets, and even the Qi Gathering Pills amounted to just over a hundred—not much at all.
“As expected of a profligate son, not many cultivating pills, but plenty of fine wines.”
Chu Fengmian looked at the over a hundred jars of fine wine filling the storage bag and was speechless.
This anticipation seemed somewhat wasted.
Chu Fengmian could only place his last hopes in the storage bag of the Hall Master of the Martial Flame Hall.
“A storage bag of a Divine Sea Realm Martial Artist better not disappoint Chu.”
Chu Fengmian muttered to himself.
He had pinned all his hopes on this storage bag of the Martial Flame Hall’s Hall Master.
He injected Spiritual Power into it, and the storage bag suddenly opened, revealing countless jade bottles lined up inside.
There were precisely fifty jade bottles, each filled with Qi Gathering Pills!
“The wealth of this Martial Flame Hall’s Hall Master truly is astonishing.
There are as many as ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills alone.”
A smile appeared on Chu Fengmian’s face.
He was now terrified of poverty, as cultivating the Battle Dragon Technique and consolidating the Ancient Battle Dragon blood essence required a vast number of pills to provide the needed Spiritual Power.
With these tens of thousands of Qi Gathering Pills, Chu Fengmian truly struck it rich.
Apart from these Qi Gathering Pills, Chu Fengmian also found seven Spiritual Artifacts.
Of these seven Spiritual Artifacts, the two most powerful were ranked as lower Profound Level, and the rest were top-tier Yellow Level Spiritual Artifacts.
These Spiritual Artifacts, if sold, would also make up a substantial fortune.
Beyond that, there wasn’t much else.
Just as Chu Fengmian was about to close the storage bag, a surge of refined Spiritual Power emanating from within made him stop.
He looked inside once again, and at the deepest part of the storage bag, a milky white rock caught Chu Fengmian’s attention.
The refined Spiritual Power that just emerged came from this milky white rock.
It doesn’t look like Spirit Jade, but it contains such refined Spiritual Power.”
Chu Fengmian picked up the milky white rock, his eyes showing a hint of confusion.
With his knowledge, he was somewhat unable to determine what exactly this milky white rock was.
I didn’t expect you to have gotten hold of something good.
Not bad, with it, you should be able to condense the third drop of Ancient Battle Dragon blood essence.”
Xing Xuan’s lazy voice echoed in Chu Fengmian’s mind.
It seemed he too felt the refined Spiritual Power within the milky white rock, which woke him up.
Chu Fengmian asked with some surprise.
Every time he tried to condense the ancient Battle Dragon blood, it became several times harder than the last, requiring multiple times more resources.
The last time, Chu Fengmian had used over five hundred Qi Gathering Pills to complete the condensation, but this time, even five thousand Qi Gathering Pills might not suffice.
The more quantities of the Battle Dragon blood awakened, the greater the strength naturally became, but the more resources were needed as well.
Chu Fengmian, having collected so many Qi Gathering Pills, had not chosen to cultivate; instead, he was waiting to accumulate even more and seize an opportunity to devour them all at once to attempt condensing the third drop of ancient Battle Dragon blood.
Yet, Xing Xuan had just stated that with this milky white rock, Chu Fengmian actually had the opportunity to attempt condensing the third drop of ancient Battle Dragon blood?
In the Nine Domains, only underground Spirit Milk can reach such an essence of Spiritual Power.”
Xing Xuan’s voice remained as indifferent as ever, unwilling to elaborate further.
Usually, Xing Xuan stayed in slumber, appearing only to offer guidance when Chu Fengmian was cultivating.
This time, it seemed that he had appeared because he was interested in the milky white rock.
“Underground Spirit Milk?”
Chu Fengmian exclaimed in surprise.
Of course, Chu Fengmian knew what underground Spirit Milk was.
In this world, the most refined form of Spiritual Power was not Spiritual Medicine but hidden within the endless Spirit Veins beneath the Nine Domains.
And this underground Spirit Milk was actually a type of Spiritual Medicine produced by the condensation of Spiritual Power within the Spirit Veins.
A drop of underground Spirit Milk contained Spiritual Power that could rival ordinary heaven-level Spiritual Pills, and its value even surpassed that of heaven-level Spiritual Pills.
Because regardless of the pill, no matter how high its grade, there would be impurities, and they would need to be expelled during refinement.
But this underground Spirit Milk was entirely made up of the most refined Spiritual Power.
It contained not a single impurity; swallowed as is, it required no further refining and could even enable a pig to cultivate.
However, the appearance of underground Spirit Milk should be a milky white liquid, but now it was a rock.
“Has this underground Spirit Milk seeped into this rock?”
Chu Fengmian suddenly understood.
The Spiritual Power emanating from the rock was actually from the underground Spirit Milk within it.
But for some reason, the underground Spirit Milk had merged into this rock, and that’s why it was able to emanate traces of Spiritual Power.
“As long as this underground Spirit Milk can be extracted from the rock, it might indeed be possible to condense the third drop of ancient Battle Dragon blood.”
Chu Fengmian thought to himself.
He was well aware of the miraculous nature of the underground Spirit Milk; in a previous life, the Sword Dao Master once sought underground Spirit Milk for Chu Fengmian to help him condense his Spirit Vein.
Chu Fengmian had personally experienced the immense and pure Spiritual Power, except back then, he had no Spirit Vein.
Those powers only lasted a very short time before they dissipated.
But Chu Fengmian had personally experienced the effects of the underground Spirit Milk and knew well just how terrifying its effects were.
“Little guy, if you don’t know how to refine the underground Spirit Milk, you can come ask me; this master might tell you.”
Xing Xuan watched Chu Fengmian playfully in his mind.