Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

I originally thought that this source of spiritual energy, which had been soaking for hundreds of thousands of years, should have a chance to reach the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm.

Looking back now...

Su Chen stood up from the pool.

The tree demon at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm has a body that is itself a late-stage Void Refinement realm spiritual root.

This kind of material is better than any meteorite iron or stardust when used to refine magical artifacts.

That's it.

Keep it for now.

We'll talk about it again when we find the right person.

He raised his hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy enveloped it, pulling the two halves of the tree trunk, along with the roots still embedded in the cracks in the rocks, into his storage bag.

The bag felt heavier.

Su Chen moved the bag on his waist to a different position.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered that folding fan.

Looking back.

The folding fan still lies on the stone by the pond.

One of the fan ribs was broken, and the broken end was sticking out, as if someone had taken a bite out of it.

Su Chen walked over and picked it up.

He ran his finger across the fan surface.

It was a personal magic weapon of a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator, but unfortunately, it was broken.

Repair means being able to repair.

It's worth it, but that's another matter.

The truly valuable items are in Meng Yuan's storage bag.

Su Chen casually put the fan away, but his expression darkened.

The storage bag of a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage.

Su Chen knew perfectly well what was inside.

An ordinary cultivator at the Void Refinement stage would have at least three to five treasures hidden away.

In addition, there are spiritual materials, pill formulas, and cultivation techniques that even Nascent Soul cultivators could never obtain in their entire lives.

That bag could be worth the entire fortune of an entire sect.

But that one moment...

Su Chen sealed the opening in the void.

The person was dead, so clean that not even a trace of their soul was revealed.

The bag, along with the person, entered that galaxy.

I want to fish again.

Unless that void is torn open again.

But the void is something that creates cause and effect every time it's torn open, and Su Chen himself couldn't guarantee that it would be torn open in the same place a second time.

loss.

That's a real loss.

Su Chen slowly strolled a couple of steps by the pool.

The stone beneath my feet had been soaked in spiritual energy for hundreds of thousands of years, so soft it was like dough; one step and I would sink in halfway up my shoe.

He suddenly laughed.

Looking back now.

Meng Yuan's trip wasn't for any spirit pool at all.

A cultivator at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm had already reached the bottom of this abyss three years ago.

If he really wanted to soak in this pool, he would have done so long ago.

That old tree was troublesome, but Meng Yuan brought three Void Refinement cultivators with him.

The first two folded here.

Su Chen mentally reviewed this matter.

So that's how it works.

What Meng Yuan wanted was never the spiritual energy in this pool.

What he wanted was the possessions of the people he had led down.

This place is wonderful.

There are old trees guarding the bridge, monsters protecting the bridge, and bats entangled in the people.

If a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage dies, no one will suspect Meng Yuan.

It was only said that they entered the giant abyss of the Black Mountain Continent and never came out.

As for that half-pool of spiritual liquid...

That thing wasn't exactly a treasure to cultivators at the Void Refinement stage.

It's perfect as bait.

Su Chen raised his eyes and scanned the area from beginning to end.

The moss on the stone wall was scorched by the residual energy from his stroke.

There was a faint commotion at the other end of the passageway.

Su Chen probed in that direction with his divine sense.

Bloodthirsty bats.

Tens of thousands.

Once the old trees die, they are no longer afraid.

Those blood-red eyes were slowly inching their way into the passageway.

In a few more days, this half-pool of spiritual energy will probably be drunk dry by these beasts.

I wonder if there will be one who can drink his way to a Nascent Soul stage.

Su Chen didn't bother to care.

After thinking about it, I decided not to seal the entrance.

Why seal it off?

If any Nascent Soul cultivator or Deity Transformation cultivator is lucky enough to reach this place...

That was his greatest stroke of luck.

As for Su.

Su Chen walked towards the passageway with his hands behind his back.

I don't plan to do it a second time in my life.

...

Above that moss-covered stone well, the sunlight was no longer sunlight.

It's a light.

The lights of the city that never sleeps are always so bright, day and night.

When Su Chen emerged from the well, he bumped into an old cultivator selling hot soup at the entrance of the alley.

The old monk was guarding a clay pot, the lid of which wasn't tightly closed, and wisps of white steam were rising out.

Upon seeing Su Chen, she hurriedly pressed herself against the wall, burying her head tightly.

Su Chen ignored him, and a shield of light rose up, sweeping across half the city.

The top floor of Qinghuan Pavilion.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the blue veil had been replaced with a new one.

Those delicate pink feet were folded beneath her.

As soon as Su Chen entered, he immediately got off the bed.

The hem of her skirt swept across the brocade...

"Master."

A deep slump.

Su Chen remained silent.

The aura of the primordial spirit solidified...

Early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Yingning'er thanks Master."

The girl lowered her head even further, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's all thanks to Master's Heaven-Mending Pill."

Ying Ning'er looked up at him.

"Su has something to ask you."

Ying Ning'er raised her head.

"The black market in this city."

Su Chen pointed vaguely towards the lights outside the window.

Have you been there?

Ying Ning'er was stunned for a moment.

Then, those eyes suddenly lit up.

The brightness surprised even Su Chen.

"I've been there."

The girl's voice immediately became natural.

"During the years Yingning was at Qinghuan Pavilion, she would run errands and buy things for the pavilion, going down there seven or eight times a month."

"I'm very familiar with Ying Ning'er in the black market."

"Then let's go."

Su Chen stood up.

"lead the way."

...

The entrance to the black market is not on any of the brightly lit streets in the city.

At the end of a stone staircase leading down.

Gray cloth banners hung on both sides of the stone steps, layer upon layer, obscuring the light from above until only a few streaks remained.

The steps were a bit wet, and Su Chen felt his shoes were slippery halfway down.

Ying Ning'er took a half step ahead and glanced back at him.

"Master, be careful, this section is constantly leaking."

"It's alright."

At the bottom of the stone steps, there is a stone door.

There was no plaque on the door, only a copper ring.

Ying Ning'er stretched out a hand and tapped the copper ring three times.

The door opened...

Good guy.

There is such a place underground.

The stone corridor stretches as far as the eye can see, with stalls densely packed on both sides.

The items on the stall were arranged haphazardly.

The hawking cries were even more chaotic than the music from the brothels outside.

The stall owners looked up and saw that it was a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, so they all quickly bowed from a distance.

Su Chen stopped in front of a stall.

Several medicinal herbs were displayed on the stall.

The roots of those medicinal herbs were curled up, tinged with a greenish hue.

"I'll take these."

The stall owner's face turned pale instantly.

"S-senpai."

"These few plants are materials for Nascent Soul cultivators to refine pills."

"The prices here aren't cheap."

"Name your price."

"Three...three hundred thousand."

Su Chen flipped his hand and threw a bag of spirit stones over.

The stall owner took the bag, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold it.

Su Chen collected the medicinal herbs and turned to leave.

Ying Ning'er, who was standing nearby, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

It was a very light tug, and I pulled my hand back as soon as I finished.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Ying Ning'er lowered her head and sent a telepathic message directly into Su Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Master."

"The second plant has cracks on its roots."

"It was activated by someone using spiritual power."

"The medicinal properties have long since worn off."

...