Chapter 59: Ye Feng’s Frustration, Puppet Beast
Translator: 549690339
“Esteemed guest, Body-Tempering Qi Pills are sold in vials of five and cannot be sold individually,” the reception maid said.
“In other words, if I want to buy Body-Tempering Qi Pills, I need to pay at least a hundred and fifty lower-grade Spirit Stones?”
Ye Feng slapped his forehead, feeling that the Myriad Commerce Alliance’s practice was really trapping him!
A pill for thirty Spirit Stones apiece was already a high price, and by all accounts, they could be sold separately, but they insisted on bundling them together for sale, which was quite overbearing.
Thinking about this, Ye Feng felt that the Wuxuan Pavilion in Beacon Fire City was more reliable.
Moreover, through this incident, Ye Feng also realized that cultivating was not easy.
Factoring in the needs for Cultivation Qi Pills and Body-Tempering Qi Pills, breaking through to the ninth level of Qi Refinement would require at least three hundred lower-grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to hunting down hundreds of lower-rank Demon Soldier-Level Croc-Chicken Beasts.
This would consume a huge amount of time!
Moreover, this was without accounting for the expenses for Spirit Eye Liquid, cultivation techniques, spells, spiritual artifacts, and other aspects.
Altogether, the cultivation resources needed to train a ninth level Qi Refinement practitioner were indeed numerous and not easy to come by.
“No wonder there are so few high-level cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm; even fewer move on to the Element Gathering Realm. Each one of them requires a massive pile of cultivation resources to progress,” Ye Feng muttered to himself.
At that moment, the reception maid asked, “Esteemed guest, do you still need to purchase Body-Tempering Qi Pills?”
Xin Guangxuan also spoke up, “Sect Master Ye, it’s good to have Body-Tempering Qi Pills on hand, but generally, they’re only needed after reaching the seventh level of Qi Refinement. After all, there’s less accumulation of impurities in the early stages.”
Hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.
Currently, most of the Misty Sect disciples were at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refinement, and there was no need for them to use Body-Tempering Pills.
Thus, Ye Feng said to the reception maid, “I don’t need the Body-Tempering Qi Pills for now. Give me two vials of lower-grade Cultivation Qi Pills.”
If it weren’t for Xin Guangxuan, a Sect disciple by his side advising him, he might have impulsively purchased the Body-Tempering Qi Pills in a moment of rashness.
“Very well, please wait a moment, esteemed guest.”
The reception maid turned and left, taking out two jade vials from an exquisitely carved cabinet, each containing ten lower-grade Cultivation Qi Pills for a total of one hundred lower-grade Spirit Stones.
Ye Feng paid the money and walked out of the Myriad Commerce Alliance with a gloomy face, alongside Xin Guangxuan.
“Sect Master Ye, do you feel that earning money is hard, but spending it is very easy?”
Xin Guangxuan chuckled.
“Yes!”
Ye Feng nodded in agreement, feeling that these words were very familiar; it seemed that Mo Ying had said something similar before.
“Indeed, earning Spirit Stones is quite difficult. The fastest way is by slaying demonic beasts and selling the materials at a low price. However, while it’s fast, it also comes with great danger,” Xin Guangxuan said as they walked.
Ye Feng remarked, “Looks like you often do this as well.”
Xin Guangxuan smiled, “Of course, as Sect disciples, we often go out for field training, battling with various demonic beasts. However, the casualties are also high.”
With that, Xin Guangxuan rolled up his sleeve to reveal three shocking claw marks on his arm.
“These are just minor issues. Compared to those fallen comrades, I’m lucky.”
Xin Guangxuan let his sleeve fall back into place with a light sigh.
Ye Feng understood this all too well.
Not to overlook how prosperously the Misty Sect was faring now, but that was because he had the help of the System, with strength comparable to a Demi-transformed Demon Beast, which allowed him to lead his disciples in slaying demons and accumulating cultivation resources.
If it were any other Sect, facing a Brother Flathead would mean the extinction of the entire Sect, let alone continuing to cultivate.
The two continued walking down the street.
Suddenly, Ye Feng felt a premonition of imminent danger.
“Be careful!” Xin Guangxuan also sensed the danger and quickly formed a spell with his hands, condensing a swath of clouds and mist in front of them.
Rip!
A black arrow pierced through the air from afar, creating a whirlwind that swept up bystanders on both sides of the street, demonstrating its formidable power.
Xin Guangxuan urgently pushed out the accumulated clouds and mists, transforming them into a shield in front of the arrow.
“Crack” went the sound.
The cloud and mist shield shattered instantly, the arrow’s power halved, but it continued to lunge forward, caught midflight by Ye Feng’s raised hand, halting it half a foot away from Xin Guangxuan’s forehead.
“That was close!”
Xin Guangxuan was drenched in cold sweat, knowing he would have been a goner had Ye Feng not stepped in.
“Someone’s trying to assassinate you?” Ye Feng asked, puzzled.
“I’m not sure either,” Xin Guangxuan repeatedly shook his head.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a second arrow shot towards them.
This time, the target was not Xin Guangxuan but Ye Feng!
“An assassination in broad daylight, how audacious!”
Ye Feng’s eyes turned cold as he charged forward, holding the arrow in his hand, challenging the incoming arrow tip to tip. With a “clang” he deflected it, sending it back along its path, “crack,” impaling the ambusher.
“Go after them!”
Ye Feng took the lead with Xin Guangxuan close behind. Nearby pedestrians had already been scared into lying flat on the ground, trembling.
A hundred meters away.
Ye Feng and Xin Guangxuan stared at the odd thing pinned to the ground by an arrow, lost in thought.
It was a puppet, shaped like a small calf yet capable of firing terrifying arrows from its mouth, three in total, each with the power to assassinate someone at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
However, before it could fire its third arrow, it was nailed to the ground by the redirected arrow from Ye Feng and rendered inoperative.
“This is a high-level puppet forged by the One-Star ‘Hundred Artifacts Sect,’ powered by a middle grade Spirit Stone. Few below the Element Gathering Realm can withstand it,” said Xin Guangxuan in a grave voice.
“The Hundred Artifacts Sect is trying to assassinate us?” Ye Feng widened his eyes.
“It’s unlikely. The Hundred Artifacts Sect mainly forges various spiritual artifacts and sells them, staying out of the disputes among the major sects. This was probably bought by some insidious person to assassinate us,” explained Xin Guangxuan.
“Could it be him?” Ye Feng’s first thought was of the Great Elder from the Tyrant Blade Sect they had passed by the day before.
He also felt it was unlikely that the Hundred Artifacts Sect would target him out of the blue; most likely, it was the Great Elder from the Tyrant Blade Sect who had made the move.
“However, Sect Master Ye really is fierce, disabling the puppet with one move. You should know, such a puppet artifact could fetch at least three hundred lower grade Spirit Stones, and its defense is quite formidable,” said Xin Guangxuan.
“A puppet worth three hundred Spirit Stones?”
Ye Feng was astounded, feeling it was a bit of a pity and wondered if it could be repaired for reuse. “However, the mastermind truly is generous to use such an item for an assassination attempt on us.”
Xin Guangxuan speculated, “The mastermind must have thought that this puppet could take us down. They just underestimated Sect Master Ye’s strength.”
Ye Feng stowed the puppet into his System Space and said, “Regardless, it has now fallen into my hands.”
“Sect Master Ye, I’ve finally found you.”
At that moment, a familiar voice came from a distance.
Ye Feng followed the sound and saw Big Baldy Zhou Jiaqian hovering more than three feet above the ground, floating over at a speed of ten meters per second.
“Eh! Floating in the air.”
Ye Feng’s face showed surprise.
Xin Guangxuan lowered his voice to explain, “It’s a First Grade Spell known as “Light Body Technique”, not actual flight.”
“A spell?”
Ye Feng’s eyes lit up, eager to find the ancient texts documenting this spell and bring it back for the Misty Sect disciples to cultivate.