348: Chapter 342 Low-grade, fourth-tier flying magic weapon - Wind Chariot

In his view, Spirit Stones can be earned again if lost.

But if one's life is gone, then everything is gone.

After all, the Wan Family has two Nascent Soul Cultivators.

If there really is some secret tracking method that finds its way to him, this Puppet can at least buy him a few moments of time to escape.

"Hoo..." After finishing these layers of arrangements, Chen Zhiwen finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been taut all this time finally relaxed a little.

He walked deep into the Immortal Cave.

He sat cross-legged in a simple stone room.

With a thought, his entire person instantly vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, he had already appeared within that mysterious and safe "consciousness space".

There were no sun, moon, or stars here.

Only eternal silence and tranquility.

It was also Chen Zhiwen's greatest secret base.

He sat cross-legged on the golden ground.

In front of him lay two storage rings with archaic designs.

These were the spoils of war he had seized from that unfortunate Nascent Soul Cultivator, Xia Yu.

"The net worth of a Nascent Soul Old Monster..." Chen Zhiwen rubbed his hands together.

A trace of undisguised excitement and anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Although he had roughly scanned them before, that was just to confirm if there was any danger.

Now was the real time to "open the blind box".

"Let's look at the Magic Treasures first." Chen Zhiwen's Divine Sense probed into them.

"Clatter—" A large pile of items shimmering with precious light was taken out by him and stacked in front of him.

After careful screening and classification, Chen Zhiwen's gaze finally locked onto four Magic Treasures emitting powerful Spiritual Pressure.

These four were all fourth-grade Magic Treasures!

They were true treasures that only Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage could fully unleash!

The first piece was a golden spear about a zhang long.

Carved onto the spear body was a pair of lifelike wings of a Golden-Winged Roc.

The spearhead was not a common triangular spike, but divided into three sharp blades.

It glinted with a cold light, and the Killing Intent was overbearing.

"Medium Grade killing fourth-grade Magic Treasure — Golden-Winged Three-Blade Spear."

Chen Zhiwen reached out and grasped the spear shaft.

He immediately felt a violent, sharp metallic Qi rushing towards his face.

It felt as if he wasn't holding a spear, but an untamed, ferocious bird.

"Good treasure!" Chen Zhiwen exclaimed in admiration.

"If I can refine this, I will have one more method of attack."

"This Spear Technique is rigid and domineering, just right to make up for the shortcomings of my sword style."

He put down the spear and moved his gaze to the second treasure.

It was a small bronze tripod only the size of a palm.

The body of the tripod was engraved with thundercloud patterns, and electric arcs faintly traveled within them.

It was a pity, though.

On the surface of this small tripod, there was a shocking dent.

It was the one Chen Zhiwen had forcefully smashed out with "hidden edge" during the previous battle.

"Medium Grade defensive fourth-grade Magic Treasure — Copper Thunder Tripod."

Chen Zhiwen touched the dent with some regret.

"The defensive power of this tripod is actually extremely strong."

"It can also release lightning to counterattack, combining offense and defense."

"Unfortunately, it is severely damaged, and its spirituality is greatly diminished."

"To repair it, I'm afraid I'll need to find a fourth-grade Artifact Refining Grandmaster to take action, and it will cost quite a few rare Materials. It's useless for the time being."

He shook his head and put it away.

Next, his gaze fell on the third treasure.

It was an inner armor as thin as a cicada's wing.

It was inlaid with countless tiny scales, each emitting a faint spiritual light.

"Low Grade defensive fourth-grade Magic Treasure — Inlaid Armor."

Chen Zhiwen's Divine Sense swept over it.

He discovered that the brand of Divine Sense remaining on this inner armor was incomplete.

"Strange."

"This Xia Yu has already formed his Nascent Soul for so many years."

"Why is this life-saving inner armor only half-refined?"

"Could it be because he was too lazy? Or did he put all his energy elsewhere?"

Chen Zhiwen was somewhat puzzled.

But this was also a good thing.

The lower the degree of refinement, the less difficult it would be for him to erase the original owner's mark and make it his own.

Finally, Chen Zhiwen's gaze locked onto the last, and most special, Magic Treasure.

It was a small cyan carriage.

It was only the size of a palm, and its design was exquisite and peerless.

The wheels were carved from wind-attribute Wind Spirit Jade, and the body of the carriage was covered with dense acceleration Formations.

"Low Grade flying fourth-grade Magic Treasure — wind-driving carriage."

Chen Zhiwen injected his Spiritual Qi into it.

"Hum!" The small carriage instantly expanded, turning into a chariot that could accommodate two people.

Violent winds howled around it, and the speed was astonishingly fast.

"This speed..." Chen Zhiwen's eyes widened.

"Where is this the speed a Low Grade Magic Treasure should have?"

"This is simply comparable to a Medium Grade, or even a High Grade flying Magic Treasure!"

He test-drove it in the narrow space.

He increasingly felt that this thing was not simple.

This wind-driving carriage had no attack power, and its defense was as brittle as a piece of paper.

All the design concepts, all the Formation enhancements, were entirely for one purpose — fast! Extremely fast!

"I understand."

Chen Zhiwen looked at this wind-driving carriage, then looked at that inner armor which was only half-refined.

A playful smile couldn't help but curl up at the corner of his mouth.

"This Xia Yu is truly a 'talent'."

"He dumped all his resources and energy into this car used for escaping."

"He was too lazy to refine defensive Magic Treasures, and his attack Magic Treasures were mediocre."

"Only this skill of running away was practiced to perfection."

Chen Zhiwen gently patted the body of the wind-driving carriage.

His eyes were full of emotion.

"It seems this Grand Elder Xia is well-versed in the way of survival in the Cultivation world."

"If you can't beat them, run; staying alive is the hard truth."

"He put saving his life at the top priority of his Cultivation."

"It's just a pity..." Chen Zhiwen sneered.

"He met me. He met someone more unreasonable than him, with more ruthless methods."

"No matter how fast the car is, it cannot outrun a carefully planned kill trap."

Although he mocked him with his words, inside, Chen Zhiwen couldn't put this wind-driving carriage down.

With this thing, in the future, if he really provoked an Old Monster he couldn't afford to offend, as long as the opponent wasn't at the Soul Transformation Stage, he had the confidence to slip away.

"This is the real treasure."

"It is even more precious than that golden spear."

Chen Zhiwen waved his hand, putting all the treasures away again.

He wanted to go into seclusion in the consciousness space for a period of time to thoroughly digest these spoils of war and convert them into his own strength.

In front of him was that palm-sized cyan carriage — the wind-driving carriage.

At this moment, this treasure was emitting a dim light, looking like a child who was seriously ill, appearing somewhat listless.

"What a pity."

Chen Zhiwen gently stroked the delicate Wind Spirit Jade texture on the carriage body.

A cold and obscure touch came from his fingertips.

"This was originally a fourth-grade Lifebound Treasure that Xia Yu cultivated with his life."

"When a person dies, the lamp goes out; with the master fallen, the Magic Treasure will naturally suffer heavy damage, and its spirituality will be greatly lost."

He shook his head, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

A Lifebound Treasure is different from an ordinary Magic Treasure.

It is connected to the Cultivator's Divine Soul, its power is stronger, and its control is more intuitive, but once damaged, the backlash is also heavier.

The reverse is also true.

Now that Xia Yu was dead and his Dao dissipated, this wind-driving carriage was like having its spine removed; although the Materials were still top-tier, that lively charm had mostly dissipated.

"To restore it to its Peak speed, I'm afraid I'll have to use my pill Qi to nourish it day and night for three to five years." Chen Zhiwen calculated in his heart.

Fortunately, he was not in a hurry to escape now, and he had enough time and patience to polish this Sharp Weapon.

As long as it could be restored, this would be his greatest life-saving trump card for walking the Cultivation world in the future.

No matter how much time it cost, it was worth it.

He carefully put away the wind-driving carriage.

Chen Zhiwen's gaze turned to the golden, glistening spear — the Golden-Winged Three-Blade Spear.

"Zheng—" He grabbed it with one hand.

As the spear entered his hand, it gave a crisp hum.

An incomparably fierce Killing Intent instantly filled the entire stone room.

It was as if a Golden-Winged Roc was about to rush out from the spear body, tearing apart the firmament.

"Good spear!" Chen Zhiwen exclaimed in admiration.

He flicked his wrist, performing a beautiful spear flourish.

"This quality is absolutely top-tier among Low Grade fourth-grade Magic Treasures, and can even be said to be a half-step Medium Grade."

"Compared with ordinary fourth-grade Magic Treasures, its power is at least 30% greater."

"It's just a pity..." A mocking arc curled at the corner of Chen Zhiwen's mouth.

He thought of Xia Yu, who hadn't even been able to swing this spear before he died.

"Having a divine Sharp Weapon, yet not even having the chance to wield it."

"He was directly shattered in his Sea of Consciousness by my Divine Soul secret technique."

This was not because Xia Yu was too weak.

It was because Chen Zhiwen was too strong.

Or rather, his methods were too bizarre and domineering.

In a confrontation of Divine Sense at the same level, unless the opponent possessed a fourth-grade exotic treasure specifically for defending against Divine Soul attacks, or had cultivated an extremely rare Divine Soul defense secret technique, otherwise, facing Chen Zhiwen's Divine Soul impact, which had been reinforced countless times, it was simply a dimensionality-reduction strike.

It was like a strong man holding a shield facing an assassin who knew how to phase through walls.

No matter how thick the shield was, it couldn't block an invisible blade that attacked the brain directly.

"This is the gap in foundation." Chen Zhiwen sighed in his heart.

"In the Cultivation world, it has never been just about the level of Cultivation."

"Methods, schemes, and secret techniques are all indispensable."

He inserted the Golden-Winged Three-Blade Spear back into the storage ring.

He continued his "treasure hunt".

His Divine Sense probed again into the two storage rings that belonged to Xia Yu.

In a corner of a pile of miscellaneous Materials, two inconspicuous gray-brown stones caught his attention.

Chen Zhiwen's heart skipped a beat.

He grabbed the air with his palm, drawing the two stones into his hand.

These stones looked ordinary, just like rotten wood that could be seen everywhere on the side of the road.

But holding them in his hand, they were as light as a feather.

If one sensed carefully, one could even detect that the surrounding space was producing a trace of extremely faint distortion because of the existence of these two stones.

"Wood Space Stone!" Chen Zhiwen's pupils shrank sharply.

Immediately, they erupted with a light of wild joy.

"It's actually Wood Space Stone! And two High Grade ones that are the size of a fist!"

This is an essential core Material for refining space-type Magic Treasures or setting up long-distance teleportation Formations!

Among fourth-grade ores, the rarity of Wood Space Stone can definitely rank in the top three.

It is even slightly more precious than that "Mysterious Ice Cold Soul Iron".

"Added to the ones I scrounged before, and the two pieces contributed by Wan Xingwang, I now have actually collected a full eight fourth-grade ores in my hand!" Chen Zhiwen took a deep breath, calming his excited mood.

Eight fourth-grade ores.

What kind of concept is this?

Even those Old Monsters at the Mid Nascent Soul Stage, or even the Late Stage, exhausting several hundred years of savings, might not be able to gather so many top-tier Materials.

And he, just by slaughtering two fat sheep, had achieved this goal that many people dream of.

"Killing and arson lead to golden belts; the ancients did not deceive me." Chen Zhiwen laughed at himself.

But the smile in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

Next, was the heart-pounding "counting money" segment.

He began to count the Spirit Stones and miscellaneous items.

"Clatter—" A small mountain of Spirit Stones was piled in front of him.

The rich Spiritual Qi was almost about to turn into substantial mist, filling the entire stone room.

"These two storage rings themselves have huge space, and carry extremely sophisticated Restrictions."

"Just these two rings alone, if taken to an auction, could sell for at least 120,000 Spirit Stones." Chen Zhiwen estimated while nodding.

"In terms of Spirit Stones..." His Divine Sense quickly swept over the pile of shimmering crystals.

"Mostly Mid-Grade Spirit Stones; converted, it's about 400,000 Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Tsk tsk tsk, although this Xia Yu is a 'general of running away', this ability to amass wealth is quite something."

"So many Spirit Stones are enough to support the expenses of a medium-sized Cultivation Family for ten years."

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a spot in the pile of Spirit Stones.

There, there were seven crystals emitting pure light, like works of art.

Each piece was the size of a baby's fist.

That pure-to-the-extreme energy fluctuation made one feel refreshed and happy just by looking at it.

"High-Grade Spirit Stones! And a full seven pieces!"

Chen Zhiwen carefully picked up these seven treasures, as if holding some rare, priceless gem.

High-Grade Spirit Stones.

In the Cultivation world, these are the hardest of hard currency.

Usually, they are only used in large Sect transactions, or when activating some super-large Formation.

For a Nascent Soul Cultivator, High-Grade Spirit Stones are also extremely precious strategic resources.

"Perfect." Chen Zhiwen's eyes flashed.

From the seven High-Grade Spirit Stones, he picked out three non-fire-attribute ones.

One water-attribute, two earth-attribute.

Then, he waved his hand, summoning that ferocious "Demonic Arm Ice Spider" Puppet.

This big guy lay quietly on the ground; although it was not activated, this fierce and evil Qi still made people shudder.

Chen Zhiwen walked to the Puppet's abdomen.

He opened a hidden groove.

The Mid-Grade Spirit Stone originally inlaid there had now exhausted its Spiritual Qi and turned into gray-white powder.

"Using Mid-Grade Spirit Stones to drive it is ultimately too forced."

"The explosive power is insufficient, and the endurance is also poor." He muttered to himself.

Subsequently, without hesitation, he forcefully pressed the three High-Grade Spirit Stones into the groove!

"Hum—!!!" As the High-Grade Spirit Stones returned to their place, the body of the Demonic Arm Ice Spider shook violently.

Eight compound eyes instantly lit up, the red light like blood, much brighter than before!

A terrifying Spiritual Pressure radiated from it.

It was a tyrannical aura sufficient to rival the top Mid Nascent Soul Stage!

"Good!" Chen Zhiwen patted the Puppet's hard carapace with satisfaction.

"With these three High-Grade Spirit Stones as energy, this big guy can launch at least ten full-power attacks."

"Each time, it is equivalent to a full-force strike from a Mid Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!"