296: Chapter 296 I'm Going Out to Buy Some Goods

Eastern Wilderness, the main hall of the Xuanyun Spirit Mine.

Gu Changfeng sat upright on the sandalwood throne.

A shortfall of one hundred thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones, and the heaven-shaking layout in the Yunmeng Marsh.

He still needed money and spiritual materials, at any cost, and the sooner, the better.

Gu Changfeng slowly stood up.

His plain white Daoist robe fluttered loudly in the windless hall.

With one hand, he tore open the Restriction at the bottom of the hall, his figure merging directly into the rock layer below as he stepped into the deep mine tunnel.

The deepest part of the mine tunnel was dark and damp.

Several surrendered soldiers, draped in the tattered Daoist robes of the Qingsong Daoist Academy, were sneaking around, gathered near a node of an associated Spiritual Vein.

They held several Explosion Talismans that emitted violent fluctuations.

They attempted to blow up this Spiritual Vein, intending to leave a mess for the Taiqing Sect.

Gu Changfeng's figure appeared out of thin air above their heads.

The terrifying pressure of his Purple Mansion First Divine Power smashed down ruthlessly and without reservation.

The Wither-Bloom Magic Power, interwoven with green and black, instantly drained all life force from the surrounding air.

Bang! Bang!

The knees of the several Foundation Establishment Stage surrendered soldiers went weak, and they knelt directly onto the hard rock of the ground, shattering it.

The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed continuously within the cramped mine tunnel.

They couldn't even lift their heads, their entire bodies pinned firmly in place.

Gu Changfeng didn't even have the inclination for half a sentence of idle chatter.

He raised his right arm and grabbed fiercely through the air with his five fingers.

The leading surrendered soldier was yanked up by an invisible giant hand, left hanging in mid-air, his limbs twitching helplessly.

Pure Death Qi transformed into countless sharp needles of Qi.

They violently pierced into the opponent's Lingtai.

The Soul Searching Technique was forcibly activated.

A torrent of complex memories instantly flooded into Gu Changfeng's Sea of Consciousness.

They were death soldiers secretly left behind by the Qingsong Daoist Academy, attempting to slow down the speed at which the Taiqing Sect could digest resources.

Gu Changfeng twitched his face, letting out an extremely cold sneer.

His five fingers clenched tightly.

Bang!

The body of that Foundation Establishment surrendered soldier exploded directly in mid-air, turning into a ball of scarlet blood mist.

Shredded meat mixed with internal organs slammed onto the faces of the accomplices below.

"Kill them all."

The indifferent syllables fell, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

The dozens of Taiqing Sect deacons following behind immediately drew their Magical Artifacts, sword light flickering.

They minced the remaining surrendered soldiers into pulp on the spot.

Gu Changfeng turned around.

His gaze swept over the thousands of trembling miners in the mine tunnel.

Those miners had long since been scared into collapsing on the ground, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"Double the mining speed."

"Anyone who dares to slack off will have their soul extracted and spirit refined, and even their Reincarnation true spirit will be crushed."

Gu Changfeng tossed out these two sentences, his figure turning into a green ray of light as he shot into the sky.

He returned to the main hall.

Wen Yuechan, in a white dress, was already waiting outside the hall.

The cyan Dao mark on her forehead flickered slightly, and she walked in quickly, resisting the residual Wither and Flourish Death Qi within the hall.

"Junior Brother."

Wen Yuechan handed over a Jade Slip, her voice cold and clear.

"Spies from the Zhenyue Sect and the Solemn Gold Palace have been patrolling extremely frequently on the edges of the markets we took over these past two days."

"Old Ghost Xuanyue and Old Ghost Dugu seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding."

"They want to take advantage of our unstable foothold to forcibly cut off the transportation lines for these few industries."

Wen Yuechan spoke at a rapid pace, laying out the latest situation in the Eastern Wilderness.

Gu Changfeng took the Jade Slip.

He couldn't even be bothered to probe it with his Divine Sense; he exerted force with his five fingers, crushing it directly into powder.

Jade powder fell rustling from between his fingers.

"Probing?"

Gu Changfeng sneered, cyan-black mana rolling across the surface of his body.

"Do these old things really think that the meat the Taiqing Sect has swallowed will be spat back out?"

Wen Yuechan tilted her head slightly, her tone revealing a hint of caution.

"The Sect Head Old Ancestor's meaning is to first contract the defensive lines and stabilize our footing."

"After all, we have swallowed too much territory; if the two sects join forces to attack, the defensive lines could easily be broken."

"Stabilize my ass."

Gu Changfeng pressed one hand onto the sandalwood table beside him.

The hard wood instantly lost all its spirituality, turning into a pile of gray-white powder.

"Defending will only make them think we are guilty."

Gu Changfeng stared at Wen Yuechan, his gaze sharp.

"Go check, where is the fattest secret post of the Zhenyue Sect on the border?"

Wen Yuechan didn't hesitate at all, speaking immediately.

"The Huangsha Black Market."

"It is the hub where the Zhenyue Sect secretly offloads stolen goods, hoarding a large amount of Top-Grade Earth-attribute spiritual materials and shady black goods."

"Very good."

Gu Changfeng stepped out of the main hall in one stride.

His figure turned into a cyan rainbow, tearing directly through the thick clouds.

"Tell the Old Ancestor."

"I'm going out to restock."

The arrogant lingering sound reverberated above the Xuanyun Mine, while he was already a hundred miles away.

The Huangsha Black Market.

It was hidden within a massive underground karst cave on the edge of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A thick Earth-attribute defensive Formation covered the entire black market tightly, isolating it from all probing of Qi.

Gu Changfeng hovered directly above the black market.

The pressure of his Purple Mansion First Divine Power was no longer restrained, pouring down without reservation.

The crushing weight of the Hundred Thousand Mountains smashed directly onto the light curtain of the Formation below.

Hum!

The earthy-yellow light curtain rippled violently, emitting a harsh, grinding sound as it struggled under the pressure.

The black market was instantly thrown into chaos, and countless Loose Cultivators and Bandit Cultivators looked up in terror.

Two Foundation Establishment Perfection deacons from the Zhenyue Sect shot into the sky.

Through the light curtain, they roared with fierce words but weak hearts.

"What sacred being is this! This is the territory of the Zhenyue Sect, retreat immediately!"

Gu Changfeng didn't even have the inclination to glance at them.

He brought his right hand together into a blade and raised it high.

Pure Death Qi rapidly compressed at his fingertips, transforming into a pitch-black blade of Qi dozens of zhang long.

"Break."

He swung his hand down fiercely.

The pitch-black blade of Qi, carrying a terrifying sharpness that could tear through the void, slashed fiercely at the array eye of the Earth-attribute Formation.

Rip!

The turtle shell that claimed it could withstand a full-strength blow from a Purple Mansion Early Stage Cultivator.

In front of this Death Qi that pointed directly to the Origin, it didn't even last for half a breath, and was brutally cut open with a massive crack.

Dozens of Top-Grade Spirit Stones at the array eye exploded into powder all at once.

The two deacons spat out blood wildly, their protective Protective Aura shattering inch by inch.

Like kites with broken strings, they slammed heavily into the building complex below, their lives or deaths unknown.

Gu Changfeng followed the crack, descending upon the black market like a demon god.

The Wither-Bloom Magic Power, interwoven with green and black, transformed into a giant hand that blotted out the sky.

It directly overturned the dome of the most sturdy warehouse in the center of the black market.

Crates of Top-Grade Spirit Stones, rare Earth-attribute refined gold, and thousand-year-old Rehmannia glutinosa.

A massive amount of resources were exposed to the air, emitting enticing spiritual light.

The Cultivators in the black market were all scared out of their wits, lying on the ground trembling.

A strong wind swept through.

Gu Changfeng waved his large sleeve, and the power of space was activated.

These resources, along with dozens of high-level Storage Pouchs, flew continuously into his sleeve.

The entire looting process took less than half a stick of incense.

The massive Huangsha Black Market warehouse was scraped so clean that not even a single Low-Grade Spirit Stone remained.

Gu Changfeng turned around and turned into a meteor, fleeing far away, leaving behind a land of broken walls and ruins.

Late at night.

Taiqing Sect, back mountain of Hundred Herbs Peak, deep valley Immortal Cave.

Gu Changfeng sat cross-legged on the white jade spiritual bed, forming a hand seal with one hand.

Dozens of Formation Flags flew out from his sleeve, hiding into the rock walls around the Immortal Cave.

Sealing off all fluctuations of Qi in this place tightly.

He formed seals with both hands rapidly, and the Withered Wood Meets Spring Scripture within his body reversed.

A phantom dao seed, interwoven with green and black, slowly emerged from his Dantian.

The connection of the Child-Mother dao seed was stimulated to the extreme.

Gu Changfeng sent the hundreds of Storage Rings he had looted during the day, all along that invisible line of Karma.

It ruthlessly crossed millions of miles of void, heading straight for the East Sea.

Millions of miles away.

East Sea, edge of the Chaotic Star Sea, bottom of the abyss.

In the dark karst cave, Gu Changsheng sat cross-legged on a stone couch.

The space in front of him suddenly twisted violently.

A cyan-black vortex formed out of thin air, rotating at high speed.

Clatter.

A pure torrent of Spiritual Qi mixed with Top-Grade spiritual materials.

It poured down like an inverted waterfall.

Gu Changsheng beckoned with one hand, and his massive mana held these resources steadily in mid-air.

The shortfall of one hundred thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones was instantly filled by more than half.

All kinds of rare wood-attribute and earth-attribute spiritual materials needed for refining his backups were there.

His shriveled wallet was once again filled to the extreme.

Gu Changsheng twitched his face, letting out a highly satisfied low laugh.

The Clone's rampage in the Eastern Wilderness was indeed amazingly efficient.

This system of cross-regional feedback had completely invigorated the overall situation.

He flicked his finger.

Several high-level Earth-attribute beast cores emitting rich demonic power flew out.

They accurately hit the forehead of the black cat sleeping sprawled out nearby.

Coal Ball suddenly sprang up, its black fur standing on end.

When it saw the beast cores on the ground, its golden vertical pupils instantly lit up.

It opened its large mouth, and the power of spatial devouring was activated.

It swallowed those incredibly hard beast cores whole.

Coal Ball let out a loud burp, exhaling a puff of turbid Qi.

Its Purple Mansion Middle Stage Realm became increasingly stable under the nourishment of this energy.

Gu Changsheng waved his large sleeve, collecting all the remaining resources into his Storage Ring.

After this trip to the Yunmeng Marsh, his trump cards were finally solid.

He was just waiting for that woman, Shen Zhiwei, to send over the remaining deposit.

Eastern Wilderness.

Ruins of the Huangsha Black Market.

Amidst the broken walls and ruins, wailing rose from all sides; it was a scene of utter devastation.

A dark, earthy-yellow sandstorm condensed out of thin air in mid-air.

The sandstorm rotated at high speed, transforming into the phantom shadow of Immortal Master Xuanyue.

He looked at the warehouse below that had been completely emptied, even a layer of floor tiles had been scraped away.

The flesh on his old face twitched violently, and his earthy-yellow mana completely spiraled out of control.

The violent Earth-attribute true yuan ravaged the surroundings, grinding the remaining buildings into powder.

Immortal Master Xuanyue reached out with one hand, clutching a Sound Transmission Talisman tightly.

His finger bones turned white; he was almost crushing the Talisman.

"Old Ghost Dugu."

"We cannot wait any longer!"