CHAPTER 257: CHAPTER 193: WOW, STRUCK IT RICH_2

Upon checking the two captives within the personal space, good heavens, both are at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer.

No wonder.

The stronger one’s powers, the more spiritual qi one has in their body, naturally allowing the usage of spirit talismans quicker. It’s said that at the middle stage of Qi Cultivation, one can instantly use two spirit talismans.

And quite cunning too, those two arrows are actually arrow-shaped flying swords, junior-level magical artifacts?

There’s something peculiar, the defense of this spiritual acupoint is somewhat excessively strong?

Normally, it’s impressive enough to have an Immortal Master without a magical artifact stationed here.

Immediately, the Golden Bell flew out and retrieved the two attacking junior-level magical artifact arrows.

Small Knife didn’t have the leisure to wait for their energy to exhaust.

In all of this, Mountain Grass could only be a spectator.

He swallowed, this was too high-level, truly an eye-opener.

Small Knife moved forward.

Arriving in front of the spiritual acupoint.

Here, some mushrooms were planted, quite beautiful.

Unfortunately, they were only of mortal level, the strongest merely celestial grade.

There were also nine small flags distributed around.

The number of runes above indicated they were top-grade talismans with nine patterns.

Understood some things within the sect.

This is a quasi-relic level array, the Nine Elements Spirit Lock Array, unentered realm.

Despite all being top-grade talisman level and unentered realm, the overall value is not inferior to a lower-grade magical artifact.

The sole purpose of this thing is to lock the spiritual qi of the spiritual acupoint from leaking out.

Of course, compared to the First Realm Lower Grade Eight-direction Water Dragon Array that Small Knife bought from the sect, it falls far short.

Small Knife stepped into the range of the Nine Elements Spirit Lock Array and immediately felt a sense of comfort.

Those with spirit roots can instinctively sense this as a treasure land of feng shui.

The Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi here is much richer, increasing one’s cultivation speed at least double.

Came to the middle of the spiritual acupoint, slightly closed his eyes and sensed.

Rich Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi gathered, giving birth to wisps of spiritual qi.

With an Immortal Master presiding, condensing spirit stones became much easier, getting ten pieces a year should be no problem.

The cultivation speed here was increased over tenfold.

Of course, it would deplete the spiritual qi within the spiritual acupoint.

Even though better than expected, it’s still not necessary for it to warrant the protection of two cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer, and an Immortal Master with magical artifacts.

Not to mention, all their magical artifacts are specially shaped for surprise attacks.

These are already the strongest Immortal Masters in the usual sense outside.

Unable to figure it out, Small Knife looked around, discovering nothing special.

Then walked out.

With the domain of the Totem Pole, Xiu’Er guarded here, capable of monitoring the enemy’s movements at any time, leading to a complete capture, with none escaping.

Small Knife’s subordinates were all from the Northern Witch’s barren land, showing no restraint, killing if they could.

If not surrendered in advance, there was no chance.

This caused the captain’s face to turn white.

He secretly felt fortunate, glad he warned him in advance, for outside rumors say that his inner sect disciple at the First-Layer Qi Cultivation got in through connections and is not very strong.

Seems like he latched onto a golden leg?

Small Knife didn’t worry about the potential repercussions of the captives and arrangements here.

But it was Mountain Grass handling the busyness.

On the way by ship, they already speculated through team discussions that the guards here might not willingly hand over the spiritual acupoint.

Behind these guards, the force had been clearly investigated, a cultivation clan, the strongest being an inner sect disciple.

An old veteran inner sect disciple of the Water Element Sect.

That one had been occupying this island with a spiritual acupoint for many years by utilizing authority.

This small isle was naturally in the Water Element Sect, still in a vacant status, as those slightly more resourceful didn’t fancy it.

Outer disciples either weren’t interested or lacked the qualifications unless they made significant contributions.

Those who made contributions didn’t want to establish families here, after all, it could be attacked by sea beasts, making it rather unsafe.

The value of the spiritual acupoint wasn’t that high.

No matter the speculations, the defense here was unexpectedly exaggerated, far beyond comprehension.

To understand the secret, it’s simple.

Thus, Small Knife returned to the small courtyard, where the several Immortal Masters captives in personal space had had much spiritual qi absorbed, leaving them in their weakest state.

Just a slight disturbance and they directly fainted.

At this time, several Two-headed Witches on the side were eager to try.

Since the last success increased their affection for Small Knife, he was accustomed to it.

A multitude of NPC subordinates with over one hundred affection appeared.

Similarly, as that companion who swapped bodies successfully cast spells, now began cultivating Gold Element Formulas, also becoming a cultivator.

The Little Cultivator assisted in checking, only a half spirit root.

Even so, they were extremely satisfied.

They were deeply rooted in the belief that it was impossible to obtain spirit roots, but now, it seemed not so absolute.

For them, becoming stronger was paramount; changing heads wasn’t an issue.

Although Small Knife himself could not accept it.

Small Knife operated swiftly; the Human Head Planting Skill was at perfection, utilizing many techniques from the Multi-Head Planting Skill.

Of course, the most crucial was spirit water; without spirit water for recovery, lethal wounds wouldn’t heal, leading to death.

"Can you swap one for me too?" Mountain Grass entered at some point.

"Are you sure? This involves changing your body." Small Knife was startled, incredulously replied.

"A dilemma for all beta players was spirit root. You’ve solved it; it’s just changing bodies." Mountain Grass laughed casually.

Alongside, Ghost Fire and Scar-faced Ghost’s expressions shifted repeatedly.

They too were aware of this incredible secret.

To actually obtain partial spirit root effects by swapping bodies solved a monumental problem for beta players for ages.

Moreover, it could directly breach the hundred-level bottleneck.

So they were tempted; not being tempted was abnormal.

However, they couldn’t accept swapping bodies at the moment.

But this Mountain Grass?

They didn’t look up to him much, seemingly a secretarial figure, always very low-key, but now directly made a choice.

Just for this choice and that calm tone, they had to admire him a bit.

"Maybe reconsider it; this issue might not be without side effects." Small Knife pondered aloud.

Mountain Grass remained silent.

Small Knife felt somewhat helpless, knowing his long-time friend’s character, laughed: "Recently, expose yourself to more and learn more; there might be other methods to acquire spirit roots too. Test it; you need to know how much can be preserved. If you really decide, at least change to a decent spirit root. Leave these so-called Immortal Masters aside."

"I want it too." Ghost Fire was anxious.

"Me too!" Scar-faced Ghost shouted.

"Get aside, stop meddling."

"Seeing others go to the toilet, you don’t grab toilet paper too." Small Knife rolled his eyes dramatically.

Severed heads were naturally connected by the branches of the Deceptive Head Demon Tree like blood vessels linked to the neck’s arteries and even secreted a massive amount of liquid covering the wounds.

Not sure if it absorbed too much spirit water; Small Knife felt this liquid bore some resemblance to spirit water?

The health bar on the head hadn’t depleted yet; it was connected by the Deceptive Head Demon Tree.

Quickly, the head opened its eyes, not threatening, but cursing or begging.

They seemed unaware of their peculiar state?

Appeared to subconsciously ignore it?

However, soon the eyes on the head showed some confusion; then, Small Knife began inquiries.

At once, they poured out everything they knew without reservation.

Instantly, the people present showed shocked expressions.

Good heavens! Underneath this spiritual acupoint, there was still a dungeon; they actually discovered a spirit vein?

This is the foundation for establishing roots within a Cultivation Sect.

Though it’s only a First Realm Lower Grade Spirit Vein, a spirit vein nonetheless, annually producing at least a hundred spirit stones.

"We’re getting rich." Scar-faced Ghost’s breathing quickened.

"Trouble!" Small Knife shook his head, for any of the four major forces in beta, a hundred spirit stones per year were a huge fortune.

But for himself, it meant just that.

"We must carefully plan." Mountain Grass’s expression grew solemn.

Everyone was very expectant, so after gathering some intelligence, they directly put away the Witch Residence and headed towards the Island Heart Cave.

Several mechanisms existed in various side paths; some could even destroy spirit talismans via sheer numbers, terrifying traps that could claim even Immortal Masters.