113: Chapter 112 Tier 4 Warships

Xuan Ying Pill!

The atmosphere inside the hall changed instantly.

That was a Saint Grade item for Nascent Soul Formation! A single Xuan Ying Pill could increase a Golden Core Perfection Cultivator's chances of forming a Nascent Soul by at least thirty percent! Even the entire Qingxuan Sect might not be able to produce one.

The eyes of several Golden Core Perfection Elders lit up.

Yun Ming simply listened in silence.

Although the Xuan Ying Pill was good, it was bound to be exorbitantly expensive. As a Guest Elder who had only been there for five years, his meager savings probably wouldn't even cover a fraction of the cost.

Besides, he was currently only at the Early Golden Core Stage, still a long way from forming a Nascent Soul. Instead of thinking about such things, it was better to Cultivate honestly and solidify his Foundation.

The Old Ancestor gave further instructions—they were to restrain the Disciples so as not to offend the visitors from the Soul Transformation Sect; organize the Sect to welcome the upcoming distinguished guests; and prepare Spirit Stones and Materials for trade to see if they could exchange them for some good items.

The Elders all accepted their orders.

Once the Old Ancestor finished speaking, the crowd gradually dispersed. Yun Ming followed Sikong Gu out of the hall, and the two chatted as they walked.

"The Xuan Ying Pill..." Sikong Gu sighed with emotion. "If I could see one in this lifetime, it would be worth it."

Yun Ming smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you to concoct one, Brother. The quality will surely be no worse than their Xuan Ying Pill."

Although Sikong Gu was happy, he still waved his hand. "That's different. How can I compare to an Alchemist from a Soul Transformation Sect?"

"You can, you definitely can."

"Haha, hahahaha, I can't, I can't."

The two chatted all the way until Sikong Gu was laughing like a child, only parting ways at a fork in the road.

Yun Ming returned to his Immortal Cave, closed the stone door, and sat cross-legged in the Quiet Room.

Feeling that this matter had little to do with him, he turned his focus to cultivation.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Shenduan Sect's Tier 4 warship was currently cutting through layers of clouds, sailing toward the Ximing Continent.

The warship was immense, three hundred zhang long and over eighty zhang wide, forged entirely from a type of black-gold metal that glinted coldly in the sunlight. A row of dark, hollow cannon ports lined both sides of the hull, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure. A Qilin was carved onto the bow, roaring toward the sky with such lifelike detail that it seemed it could come to life at any moment.

The deck was covered in formation patterns, with layers of Restriction light flowing over it, protecting the entire warship so thoroughly that not even a breeze could pass through.

This was the Shenduan Sect's Tier 4 warship.

In the entire Shenduan Sect, there were only three such ships.

On board, besides a Late Nascent Soul Stage great Cultivator presiding over the ship, there were nine Late Golden Core Stage Golden Core True Persons. At this moment, the nine were performing their respective duties—some controlling the Formations, some monitoring the surroundings, and others resting in shifts. Each of them had an aura as steady as a mountain, clearly seasoned veterans of many battles.

The most eye-catching feature was the massive Spiritual Energy Cannon at the bow.

The cannon barrel was ten zhang long, cast from a deep blue metal and covered in dense formation patterns. The dark muzzle was as thick as two men's embrace, sending a chill through anyone who looked at it.

Even a Late Nascent Soul Stage great Cultivator would not dare to take a direct hit from this cannon's power.

Of course, the cost was also staggering—every shot consumed a massive amount of Spirit Stones. Even a Soul Transformation Sect like the Shenduan Sect would not dare to use it lightly.

Besides the Spiritual Energy Cannon, the entire warship was covered in various defensive Formations. When fully activated, they could withstand attacks from the Early Soul Transformation Stage for the duration of a cup of tea. This was the source of the Shenduan Sect's confidence in sending only one Late Nascent Soul Stage great Cultivator deep into the Ximing Continent to hunt down Cang Xuanzi.

At this moment, a beautiful female Cultivator stood by the railing at the stern.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, with skin like congealed fat, features as beautiful as a painting, and a graceful figure. Her pale purple dress made her look even more ethereal and otherworldly. However, her eyes betrayed an unconcealed arrogance.

She looked down at the sea of clouds below, then toward the distant horizon, and frowned.

"What is this dump?"

She spoke with a crisp voice that carried a hint of impatience. "The sea of clouds is all gray, the Spiritual Qi is thin, and there's nothing but barren mountains and wild ridges everywhere. This is the Ximing Continent? Compared to our East Xuan Region, it's practically the boondocks of boondocks."

As she spoke, she looked down at the hem of her pale purple dress and frowned again. "The Spiritual Qi is so dirty; I hope it doesn't stain my clothes. This is a new release from the Feathered Raiment Immortal Pavilion; it would be such a waste if it got dirty."

A gentle voice came from behind her. "Ling'er, complaining again?"

The female Cultivator turned around to see another equally beautiful woman walking toward her.

The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, wearing a green Daoist robe. Her temperament was cold and aloof, with a hint of majesty in her eyes. Her aura was restrained, but the occasional ripple of power was enough to inspire awe—Late Nascent Soul Stage.

She was precisely the great Cultivator presiding over the warship for the Shenduan Sect, True Lord Qingyue.

And that young female Cultivator was her Personal Disciple, Jiang Yueling.

Seeing her Master approach, Jiang Yueling curled her lip and said coquettishly, "Master, why did you have to bring me to such a godforsaken place? I just broke through to the Golden Core Stage; shouldn't you reward me? Bringing me here feels like a punishment."

True Lord Qingyue walked to her side and stood with her, looking into the distance. Her tone was gentle but tinged with helplessness. "Ling'er, you need to change those habits you've developed in the Sect."

Jiang Yueling was defiant. "What habits? I'm perfectly fine."

True Lord Qingyue turned to look at her. Her gaze was calm, yet it made Jiang Yueling feel inexplicably guilty.

"Arrogance, impetuousness, and looking down on everyone," True Lord Qingyue said emphatically. "In the Sect these past years, relying on my name, who hasn't deferred to you? Over time, you've developed a temperament that disregards everyone else. Do you think I don't know?"

Jiang Yueling lowered her head and muttered, "I haven't..."

True Lord Qingyue sighed. "The Golden Core Stage is only the beginning; there is still a long road ahead. If you don't change this temperament, you will suffer a great loss sooner or later. Bringing you to the Ximing Continent is to let you see the world outside and temper your state of mind."

Jiang Yueling looked up, her eyes full of reluctance. "But this place is just too rundown. Look at this sea of clouds, it's so dingy. And look at the mountains below, they're completely bare. What kind of state of mind can be tempered in a place like this? It only makes me more irritable."

True Lord Qingyue shook her head at her spoiled behavior.

After all, this was the Disciple she had pampered since childhood; she had been spoiled.

She took a jade hairpin from her sleeve and held it out to Jiang Yueling.

The jade hairpin was translucent white, with the head carved into a blooming lotus, its petals layered and lifelike. A faint Spiritual Pressure emanated from the hairpin—it was unexpectedly a Tier 4 Spirit Treasure.

Jiang Yueling's eyes lit up. "Master! This is..."

"It's yours," True Lord Qingyue said. "You can use it for attacking normally, and it can save your life in a crisis. Refine it well and don't lose it."

Jiang Yueling took the jade hairpin and caressed it lovingly, a smile instantly blooming on her face. "Thank you, Master! Master is the best!"

True Lord Qingyue looked at her joyful expression and sighed softly.

When would this girl truly grow up?

She turned and left, leaving Jiang Yueling alone at the stern, where she impatiently began to refine the jade hairpin.

On the other side of the deck, a Golden Core Cultivator walked over quickly and bowed to True Lord Qingyue.

"True Lord, we are three days' journey from the Qingxuan Sect."

True Lord Qingyue nodded. "Understood. Continue forward and maintain vigilance."

"Yes."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qingxuan Sect.

Yun Ming was cultivating in his Immortal Cave when he suddenly received a voice transmission from the Old Ancestor:

"Yun Ming, come to the main hall immediately. The distinguished guests from the Soul Transformation Sect have arrived."

Yun Ming opened his eyes, stood up, and headed out.