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With a flick of his sleeve, all the Martial Arts techniques and elixirs were collected by Wang Yi into the Storage Ring, which he then placed on his person. It is known that Storage Rings come in three grades: low, medium, and high. Even a basic Storage Ring costs over a million High-Quality Origin Stones to purchase, and they are rare and hard to find. The price of a medium Storage Ring is exponentially higher, not to mention the advanced Storage Ring in his possession.
If someone with malicious intent were to see it, it would undoubtedly attract trouble. Wang Yi was aware that wealth should not be flaunted; at least until he had the strength to protect the Storage Ring, he should not reveal it in public.
Wang Yi glanced around; there was nothing else in the Stone Chamber. Given that the Flame Rampant Lion was still rampaging outside, he decided to cultivate here for a while, aiming to break through to Sixfold before venturing out. He walked over to the Stone Bed, waved his sleeve to disperse the dust, and sat cross-legged on the Stone Bed. He took out a five-hundred-year-old spiritual herb, and as his Vital Energy circulated within him, a powerful surge of Vital Energy flooded into his body, instantly spreading throughout him and flowing through his limbs.
Time slowly passed as Wang Yi's mind sank into the process of refining.
When Wang Yi opened his eyes again, he saw that the spiritual herb in his hand had suddenly withered as if eroded by poison, turning into a dry yellow stalk.
Earth Spirit Realm Level Six.
Wang Yi's spirit lifted immediately, filled with joy; his Vital Energy was robust. With this strength, how could the Flame Rampant Lion be his opponent?
It was time for revenge.
Wang Yi stood up from the Stone Bed and took one last look around the Stone Chamber before withdrawing his gaze, feeling quite emotional for a moment.
Before long, Wang Yi retraced his steps back to the entrance of the cave. The breeze from the cliff brushed against him, causing his clothes to flutter. He looked up and saw that the sun had just risen, casting golden rays that illuminated the entire Cloud Mist Mountain Range. The mist enveloping the mountains gradually dissipated under the sunlight, revealing the true appearance of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a beastly roar shattered the tranquility of the morning, startling the birds resting in the forest. In the next moment, a fiery red figure appeared before Wang Yi—who else but the Flame Rampant Lion?
"Hmph, beast, die!" Wang Yi snorted coldly as he launched himself forward like an arrow shot from a bow, moving at an incredible speed.
The Flame Rampant Lion roared repeatedly, not considering Wang Yi more than an ant. Since it had been able to scare this ant into fleeing last time, why couldn't it do so again?
Wang Yi punched the Flame Rampant Lion on the forehead, a splash of blood oozing out, staining its red fur. The Flame Lion let out a whimper, its eyes filled with unwillingness and confusion. It could not understand why the ant that had fled under its claws yesterday was able to kill it today.
Wang Yi smiled faintly. A Second-Level High-Rank Monster could fetch quite a bit of silver, and besides, he had to thank this beast. Without its pursuit, he might not have obtained this opportunity.
Before long, Wang Yi cleaned up the corpse of the Flame Rampant Lion and placed it into his Storage Bag.
At that moment, voices and footsteps came from the Deep Forest.
Wang Yi gazed into the distance and suddenly narrowed his eyes. Three figures in yellow appeared before him.
“It’s you? Wang Yi.” One of them, a tall young man with delicate features and an air of arrogance, looked at Wang Yi with a change in expression.
“Lin Haojian, we meet again,” Wang Yi said with a slight smile at the young man before him.
“I didn’t expect to encounter you here,” Lin Haojian's expression gradually turned cold, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes as he spoke coldly.
“You are Wang Yi? The one who made a three-year agreement with Senior Brother Lin Wanfeng?” A tall Yellow-Clad Youth looked Wang Yi up and down with disdain. “With your level of strength, you think you can defeat Senior Brother Lin?”
“Hmph, it’s simply a show for attention. Even if you had thirty years, you wouldn’t be able to defeat Senior Brother Lin,” said a Square-Faced Youth to the left, his face full of contempt.
“So this is what Wen Cang Sect amounts to, producing such lowly characters,” Wang Yi replied coldly. Among the three before him, Lin Haojian was merely at the fifth level of Earth Spirit Realm; one was at Sevenfold and the other at Eighth Layer. With such strength, Wang Yi was confident he could win.
“You dare insult Wen Cang Sect? You’re seeking death,” shouted the tall youth in anger. Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward and appeared right in front of Wang Yi, throwing a powerful punch.
“Too slow.” Wang Yi didn’t even glance at the tall youth; he moved his feet and darted ten meters away.
“Damn it, take this!” The tall youth's pupils constricted as he felt humiliated. He couldn’t even injure someone at a lower realm than himself. With a roar of fury, he leaped into the air and swung his sleeve to unleash a palm strike aimed mercilessly at Wang Yi’s chest.
“Too slow.” Wang Yi shook his head lightly. The tall youth’s face was filled with rage when suddenly he saw Wang Yi move and disappear from his sight. His expression changed drastically as he realized something was wrong. Before he could turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his back; blood spurted out as he fell onto the grass.
"It’s impossible, how could you defeat Wang Zhou?" Lin Haojian was momentarily stunned, then spoke incredulously.
"Zhou Shidi." The Square-Faced Youth saw the tall young man lying on the ground, pale like a dead fish, and his gaze towards Wang Yi was filled with murderous intent. He said, "No matter who you are today, you must die." As he spoke, the square-faced youth stomped his feet on the ground, and his body charged towards Wang Yi with a rumbling force, creating a fierce wind and an unmatched momentum.
"Hmph, go down." Wang Yi coldly extended his right hand, advancing directly. The square-faced youth sneered coldly and threw a punch, but unexpectedly found himself suddenly halted, his fist firmly gripped by this guy in front of him. The sound of bones grinding echoed like popping beans.
"Ah!" The Square-Faced Youth let out a miserable scream, tears streaming down his face, his expression twisted. The arrogance in his gaze towards Wang Yi had vanished without a trace, replaced by sheer terror. "Please, spare me, spare me."
Wang Yi smiled slightly and released his grip, revealing that the latter's hand had become unrecognizable.
The Square-Faced Youth screamed in agony. Seeing Wang Yi's smiling face made him turn pale; he felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head, involuntarily shivering.
"This time I won’t kill you. I want you to witness me defeating Lin Wanfeng," Wang Yi said coldly. "However, while you can avoid death, you cannot escape punishment. Hand over your Storage Bags."
Wang Yi cast a cold glance at the two and asked, "What? Do I need to come over personally?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The tall young man and the Square-Faced Youth dared not defy him. Seeing Wang Yi's icy gaze felt like facing a demon; they hurriedly handed their Storage Bags to Wang Yi while cursing Lin Haojian in their hearts.
"And you?" Wang Yi looked at the terrified Lin Haojian with a half-smile.
"What... what do you want to do? I’ll tell you..." Lin Haojian saw Wang Yi approaching step by step and was so frightened that he kept retreating. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a horrifying scream that was incredibly piercing. Hearing this made the tall young man and the Square-Faced Youth lose all color in their faces; they secretly vowed to leave immediately if they ever saw this guy again, completely forgetting that Wang Yi's cultivation level was lower than theirs.
"Will you take it or not?" Wang Yi asked calmly with a smile.
"I'll take it, I'll take it." Lin Haojian's face was full of bitterness; he felt as if his wrist held by Wang Yi was being stabbed by countless swords, causing him immense pain as cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Tell your older brother Lin Wanfeng to wait for me. I, Wang Yi, will go to Wen Cang Sect to seek him out," Wang Yi said coldly while staring at Lin Haojian word by word. "Get lost."
The three of them felt as if they had received a great reprieve; they nodded in agreement and left like stray dogs.
Kaiyang Sect.
Wang Yi took out all the Storage Bags obtained from Lin Haojian and the other two. Upon closer inspection, he was overjoyed to find that the total amount of Yuan Stone exceeded thirty thousand, with Li Haojie having the most. It seemed that his efforts as one of the Wen Cang Three Heroes were not in vain. Additionally, he found a set of sword techniques called Lingfeng Sword Technique in Lin Haojian's Storage Bag: a Fourth-Rank Martial Technique.
Overall, this trip to the Cloud Mist Mountain Range was quite fruitful. Not only did he acquire two sets of Seventh-Rank Martial Arts Techniques, but he also obtained tens of thousands of high-quality Yuan Stone and dozens of bottles of invaluable elixirs, the grades of which even he could not distinguish.
Wang Yi stored all the valuable items in his Storage Ring, placing some frequently used items into his Storage Bag.
Although he had obtained two sets of Seventh-Rank Martial Arts Techniques, Wang Yi was not overly excited. While there are distinctions in the quality of Martial Arts, for martial artists, it is not necessarily better to cultivate higher-ranked Martial Arts. This is because only those who have reached the Yuan Realm can practice martial arts above the fifth rank. In other words, if a martial artist has not yet formed a Primordial Dan within their body, they cannot cultivate martial arts above the fifth rank.
Then, Wang Yi took out the Nine Flames Dragon Technique and the Weeping Blood Technique to examine them closely. He was taken aback and thought to himself, "High-quality Martial Arts truly cannot be compared to low-quality ones; they are indeed extraordinary."
The Nine Flames Dragon Technique consists of nine layers, each more difficult than the last. However, if cultivated to perfection, it can manifest nine giant dragons to attack enemies with unmatched momentum and also has the effect of producing Sonic Waves.
The Weeping Blood Technique, divided into three levels, is a type of Blood Technique. By utilizing one's own Essence Blood, it can forcibly elevate a martial artist's realm by one level. When perfected, it can raise one's realm by three levels within half an hour. However, the side effects of using this technique are extremely severe; one cannot engage in combat for half a month afterward, or else they risk serious injury or even death.
Despite the significant risks associated with the Weeping Blood Technique, Wang Yi had no intention of discarding it. After all, elevating three levels is terrifying; it allows a Seventh Layer Martial Artist to grasp the power of the next realm in a short time. Therefore, Wang Yi decided to keep the Weeping Blood Technique as a life-saving measure and would only use it in life-and-death situations.
However, for now, these matters were still premature for Wang Yi. He needed to wait until he broke through to the Yuan Realm and formed a Primordial Dan within his body before he could cultivate them. As for the Lingfeng Sword Technique, he could practice it; although he was accustomed to using his fists to defeat enemies, occasionally wielding a sword would not hurt.
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