Qing Luo Mountain
Translator: Cinder Translations
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Song Wen arrived in front of Fu Mei, placed one hand on her forehead, and began to search her soul.
Through Fu Mei's memories, Song Wen learned that there were a large number of spiritual herbs planted on her Qing Luo Mountain, including the Demon Spirit Grass.
These spiritual herbs were not planted by Fu Mei herself, but by three Foundation Establishment cultivators whom she enslaved, along with dozens of Qi Refining cultivators.
Song Wen devoured the souls and essence blood of the three cultivators, then put away the killing barrier and exited the store.
"Junior Brother, where shall we go now?"
Zhou Siyi glanced at the shop. The shop had already caught fire, and the flames consumed it entirely.
"Qing Luo Mountain!" Song Wen replied.
The two flew through the air, heading east.
After the two disappeared without a trace, a large number of cultivators appeared near the store, looking at what was left of the shop, now almost reduced to ashes, and discussing among themselves.
The news of Fu Mei, the strongest cultivator of the Yishi Ridge, being slain spread quickly.
Because of the Gui Yuan Qi, outsiders couldn't see the interior of the store. Therefore, the story that circulated was that two Golden Core cultivators had teamed up to kill Fu Mei.
Qing Luo Mountain stood about 300 feet tall, rich in spiritual energy, with the entire mountain and the nearby valley surrounded by an array.
At the top of the mountain, a giant stone stood with the words "Qing Luo Mountain" written in large, flowing characters.
Beside the giant stone, two Qi Refining guards stood.
When they saw Song Wen and Zhou Siyi flying in, the two guards were somewhat surprised, though they still maintained their composure.
"Greetings, seniors. Fairy Fu Mei is not currently in the mountain. If you wish to see her, please wait a moment. She has just gone to Wu Yuan Market and should be back soon," one of the guards said respectfully.
Song Wen glanced at the speaking guard but didn't respond.
Suddenly, a blue formation plate appeared in front of him, and after casting dozens of hand seals, the formation barrier around Qing Luo Mountain disappeared without a trace.
The array that Song Wen had disabled was called the "Xuantian Gang Qi Formation," a top-tier third-level defensive formation.
This formation was based on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with Gang Qi as the barrier. Its defensive power was extremely strong, capable of withstanding the full-force attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator if controlled by a Golden Core cultivator.
The two guards were stunned as they watched this unfold.
How could the array plate of the Xuantian Gang Qi Formation fall into the hands of a Golden Core cultivator? Was Fu Mei really...?
What came next was even more shocking to them.
"Fairy Fu Mei is dead. From now on, everything on Qing Luo Mountain belongs to us two," Song Wen declared.
The two guards exchanged a glance, immediately bent their knees, and knelt down.
"Greetings, seniors."
Song Wen landed at the top of the mountain, his gaze turning toward the valley on the west side of the mountain.
That was the spiritual field of Qing Luo Mountain.
"Go and gather all the people from the spiritual field," Song Wen ordered.
"Yes!" One of the guards obeyed and began flying toward the valley.
Before long, three Foundation Establishment cultivators and more than ten Qi Refining cultivators arrived at the mountaintop under the guard's lead.
"Greetings, seniors," they all kneeled, bowing to Song Wen and Zhou Siyi.
"Rise. We cultivators do not bow," Song Wen said.
"Thank you, senior." After expressing their gratitude, the group stood up.
In their eyes, there was a gleam of expectation.
They had suffered under Fu Mei for a long time. If these new Golden Core cultivators were kinder, their future days might improve.
Zhou Siyi suddenly spoke up after the conversation with Song Wen and the guard seemed to be concluding.
"Who is responsible for planting the spiritual herbs in the spiritual field?"
"I am, senior," a male cultivator in the mid Foundation Establishment stage stepped forward and responded.
"What is your name?" Zhou Siyi asked.
"My name is Yu Bai, senior," the male cultivator replied.
"How many two-hundred-year-old Demon Spirit Grass plants can the spiritual field produce in a year?" Zhou Siyi continued to ask.
"About twenty," Yu Bai replied.
"That's so few!" Zhou Siyi was somewhat surprised.
Previously, when Song Wen was negotiating with Fu Mei to buy the Demon Spirit Grass, he asked for one hundred plants per year, but Fu Mei never mentioned that Qing Luo Mountain's spiritual field could not produce enough Demon Spirit Grass.
"How much does it cost to cultivate a two-hundred-year-old Demon Spirit Grass?" Zhou Siyi asked further.
"About fifteen spirit stones each," Yu Bai answered.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Siyi felt somewhat disappointed.
Compared to the Beast Master Sect, the cost here was much higher.
However, it was understandable. After all, Qing Luo Mountain's cultivation techniques and quantities were far behind the Beast Master Sect.
A two-hundred-year-old Demon Spirit Grass did not mean it actually took two-hundred years to grow. It could be accelerated using various methods, such as increasing the spiritual energy in the field, simulating the most suitable environment for the herbs, and irrigating them with special spiritual liquids to hasten their growth. These methods, however, often consumed a large amount of spirit stones.
(End of the Chapter)
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