Chapter 34 Mental Images

"Is this some kind of spirit fruit?"

Xu Yuanlang looked at the lump-like spiritual fruit that had grown from Mo Laogui's wound and dared not confirm it.

"The methods of demonic cultivation steal people's souls, devour their essence and blood, and turn them into bones."

They possess the power to steal life force, drive away spirits, and skin people alive; they are extremely evil and can transform spiritual energy into demonic energy.

Therefore, their relics contain demonic energy. If we refine them, it will only pollute our spiritual power and damage our dantian, making future breakthroughs extremely difficult. However, they should be useful to demonic cultivators.

Xu Yuanlang carefully put away the spiritual fruit from the jade box.

"Who wants it?"

"This thing is worthless to us cultivators."

"What bad luck! The price of spirit rice has increased several times over, and I finally managed to defeat a dangerous demonic cultivator but gained absolutely nothing."

"Isn't there also a magical mirror?"

Yunxi immediately shook her head vigorously, saying she didn't want it no matter what.

"No, if you hadn't blocked the attack for us in time, we would probably be dead."

After that, you were always at the forefront, and you were the one who delivered the final blow.

"Also, one of your ritual implements was damaged; this mirror will make up for your loss."

Yun Que was a little envious, but after hearing her sister's words, she nodded silently.

"Alright, I'll accept it. As for this spirit fruit, I'll see if the clan leader can help me with it when we meet again."

……

"Achoo!"

Xu Zhenqie sneezed loudly, muttering to herself that someone in her family might be thinking of her.

However, as someone entered from the other side, he quickly sat up straight.

"Chief! Thank you for coming to our aid!"

The person who appeared before the clan leader was Xu Yuanhao, who had joined the Qingming Sect.

"It's nothing. You said in your letter that you needed my help. What happened?"

"Chieftain, have you ever heard of mental images?"

Xu Zhenqie slammed his hands on the table in a fit of rage.

"How come I've never heard of the four special spiritual places: secret realms, ruins, mirages, and mental images?"

Secret realms are remnants of small worlds, ruins are left by ancient sects or families, and mirages are said to be the work of nature.

The "mental image" is the phantom of a powerful cultivator after their death. Their strength is so great that their souls can endure for millions of years. It is said that entering such an image brings immense benefits.

Xu Yuanhao nodded, a smile spreading across his face. He looked at his clan leader with anticipation.

"It is said that there is a Mind Image Realm within the sect, and the core area of ​​the Mind Image Realm is said to contain a Heart Pearl that can enable people to start their Foundation Establishment."

I hope the clan leader can enter the mental image with me to find the Foundation Establishment Heart Pearl.

Xu Zhenqie looked surprised. Heart Pearl? She had never heard of it before. But then she thought about it. After all, the Qingming Sect was a famous sect. It was normal for them to have treasures that were unknown to outsiders.

"However, I am not a member of the Qingming Sect."

"I've inquired about it. This time, we can ask outsiders for help in exploring the mental image. As far as the sect is concerned, it's enough as long as the disciples of the sect obtain the Heart Pearl."

……

To the west of Beilu Mountain lies a desolate valley filled with scattered rocks, a place that had once lived peacefully for countless years.

Suddenly, a dazzling seven-colored ray of light burst forth from the valley, dyeing half the sky with color and making it exceptionally magnificent.

Around the valley, all the birds and beasts were startled at the same time. They seemed to sense the danger and frantically fled in all directions.

"That's enough. As long as we release a little fragrance, there will be a steady stream of rogue cultivators biting the hook."

After that, we can do whatever we want as we please.

Around the valley, several cultivators looked at the glowing sky with calm and composed expressions.

"First-grade mid-level spirit rice has already risen to three taels for one spirit stone? Are you kidding me? Wasn't it seven taels before? How did it suddenly increase so much?"

You unscrupulous merchant, you've done all sorts of evil deeds! Now you've even dared to try and cheat your own grandma! Believe me or not, I'll tear this place down!

A surprised voice rang out from a stall, and Xu Yuanlang, who was on guard outside, glanced at it slightly.

Logically speaking, a mid-grade first-level spirit rice should cost one spirit stone per kilogram, and this price has remained unchanged for over a hundred years.

But now it has more than tripled in price.

"You're all regular customers, don't you trust me?"

Over the years, many golden beetles have grown in the spirit field.

Spirit rice production usually drops by more than 30%, and with the reduction in production, all the cultivation families are increasing their reserves. Nowadays, the amount of spirit rice circulating in the market is less than half of what it used to be.

"You think it's too expensive? I think it's too expensive too! Do you know how much effort I put into getting this spirit rice from Jiangjia Market? One spirit stone equals three ounces of rice. Take it or leave it."

Yun Que was so angry after hearing the other party's unbridled words that she stomped her feet and stamped her feet in resentment.

This is not Jiangjiafang Market, but a trading point deep in the Beilu Mountains.

There weren't many cultivators; the total number of people in the entire group was only about a hundred.

Yunxi and her companion had been operating in Beilu Mountain for several years and were very familiar with all the trading points, where they also had familiar trading partners.

They will only trade with them; no matter how good the treasures of other cultivators are or how low the price is, they will not even glance at them.

After all, in the cultivation world, the people who kill the most cultivators are not demonic beasts, but cultivators themselves.

The stall owner they were trading with was surnamed Yang. He was said to be a local from Jiangjiafang City. He had an ordinary appearance and a warm smile on his face.

"What Manager Yang said is true. Alright, let's buy three catties first."

"Manager Yang, as before, please give us the exact weight."

Yunxi became more composed, quickly comforted her younger sister, and then took out a small bag from her person and handed it over.

After receiving the rice, Manager Yang quickly checked it carefully to make sure everything was correct, and then carefully prepared the three catties of spirit rice.

"Yunxi, quickly put it away. Make sure it's the correct weight and don't let anyone else see it. I even gave you an extra half tael."

Yunxi knew this was one of Manager Yang's sales tactics, something everyone probably used, but she didn't point it out. She just smiled and cupped her hands in greeting.

"Thank you so much, sir!"

The other person nodded, then secretly winked at Xu Yuanlang's retreating figure.

"Is this your new companion?"

Yunxi nodded, and Manager Yang smiled.

"You're from a family of cultivators, right?"

How did you know?

"What an extraordinary demeanor!"

The shopkeeper said in a half-joking manner, then looked around and said mysteriously.

"I have some pills here, all mid-grade first-tier!"

"Was it refined by a rogue alchemist himself?"

Manager Yang looked somewhat surprised. Wasn't that normal?

"Forget it, you should just sell that kind of thing to someone else."

He looked at Yunxi with a puzzled expression, as if he was about to say something, when suddenly the surrounding cultivators exclaimed in surprise, and he quickly looked up as well.

Sunset glow!