144: Lost Interface

No matter how good the bait, as long as I don't bite, and don't get involved in Karma, with my identity as the Dan Sect's number one Alchemist, I can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Gu Changsheng thought silently as he arrived at the Merits Office.

A Spirit Building Stage cultivator, who was dozing in a rattan chair, woke up with a start and quickly came forward to greet him.

“Greetings, Yu Dan Elder.”

Gu Changsheng nodded slightly and presented the Five-Pattern Red Dragon Pill.

“Sucha, how many merits is this Red Dragon Pill worth? Help me exchange all of it for Mithril.”

Over the years, with the help of the Xianyun Sword Sect's influence, he had accumulated quite a bit of Mithril. The progress of the sword formation's refining was already one-tenth complete.

“This… a Five-Pattern Red Dragon Pill!”

Sucha's face showed surprise.

“Elder's Alchemy attainment has improved even further compared to three years ago.

This Five-Pattern Red Dragon Pill can be exchanged for 50,000 Sect merit points, and if fully converted to Mithril, that’s fifteen catties.”

“Fifteen catties?”

Gu Changsheng frowned.

He remembered that a month ago, 10,000 merit points could be exchanged for five catties of Mithril.

This devaluation was too fast.

“You brat, you wouldn't be trying to deceive me, would you…”

Gu Changsheng's eyes sharpened, releasing a trace of pressure that startled Sucha into quickly begging for mercy.

“No, Disciple wouldn't dare… A month ago, the Weapon Forging Sect controlled the output of the Mithril mine, so the amount of Mithril circulating on the market decreased.

Three days ago, True Disciple Li from the Upper Sect arrived and requisitioned a lot of Mithril from the treasury.

The Sect Head had no choice but to raise the exchange rate.”

‘So that's how it is…’

A person appeared in Gu Changsheng's mind.

Li Daoyi.

A True Disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect.

His cultivation was at the Peak True Core Realm, only a step away from the Profound Cave, and he was regarded as a Profound Cave seed.

Gu Changsheng had met him once and successfully obtained a Sword Burial Art from him.

Self-detonating with a sword, its power was considerable.

Even with the many secret techniques Gu Changsheng mastered, he couldn't help but secretly marvel at the deep heritage of a Yang Spirit Realm Sect.

“Since that's the case, then exchange it for fifteen catties.”

“Alright, Disciple will retrieve it now.”

A moment later, Gu Changsheng held a palm-sized piece of Mithril, silvery-white throughout, with white, misty flocculent matter mixed within.

“The weight is correct.”

Gu Changsheng casually weighed the Mithril.

Beside him, Sucha's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward, saying, “Elder, if you are in urgent need of Mithril, there is a feasible method.”

“Oh? Tell me about it.”

“Beyond the Demon Subduing Mountain, tens of thousands of miles away, a Lost Realm has been discovered, roughly equivalent to a third-tier high-grade Secret Realm.

Recently, many Loose Cultivators and Sect Cultivators have gone there to explore.

I heard that someone brought out Mithril ore from it.”

“Demon Subduing Mountain… Lost Realm…”

Gu Changsheng frowned slightly.

Demon Subduing Mountain was located at the junction of the three Sects.

It would likely involve conflicts and battles with the Extremely Evil Sect and the Nether Spring Sect.

If it was raw Mithril ore, refining it would be time-consuming and laborious, not to mention it would go against his principle of not exploring Secret Realms.

“Forget it.

Keep an eye out for me. If anyone from the Sect returns from an expedition with Mithril ore, they can contact me privately. I will exchange it for Medicinal Pills, Spirit Materials, or Spirit Medicine…”

Gu Changsheng casually tossed out a bottle of Foundation Building Realm Medicinal Pills, immediately delighting Sucha, who expressed his profound gratitude: “Certainly, certainly, I will never fail Elder's trust.”

Gu Changsheng nodded and walked out.

Along the way, he saw Sect Disciples gathered in the distance, erupting in exclamations.

“So much copper mother ore, it’s worth at least a few hundred merit points. You're rich this time!”

“Hehe, what's that?

That Lost Realm is rich in Origin Qi, and countless Heaven And Earth Treasures have grown there.

I heard that someone even discovered a large Mithril mine there.

That's worth a fortune!”

“If it weren't for that Secret Realm's cultivation restrictions, preventing Cave Profound Ancestorss from entering, I'm afraid we wouldn't even get a sip of soup.”

“This is already good. True Core Elders eat meat, and we Foundation Building Disciples drink soup, so we should be content.

However, if some Cave Profound Ancestors were shameless enough to seal his cultivation, it wouldn't be impossible to enter. Haha.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng's eyes lit up.

‘A large Mithril ore vein… taking some risks might be worth it.’

As for cultivation restrictions, hehe, he would just seal his cultivation.

All along, Gu Changsheng believed that fighting with Daoist Magic was inferior to fighting with Dao.

What he liked most was to be one big Realm higher than the enemy, using power to suppress others, bullying the weak.

No matter what Profound Cave seed, Old Ancestor True Disciple, how mysterious your Daoist Magic, how vast your Divine Ability.

With one slap from Cave Profound Old Monster, you would have to kneel.

Secondly, he would lay low until the enemy grew old, then ambush and beat up elderly Cultivators.

And the highest Realm above fighting with Dao was to outlive the opponent, dancing on their grave.

At this moment.

Xianyun Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion.

“True Disciple Li, are you really going?

If the news leaks, it's not guaranteed that some Cave Profound Old Monster from a hostile Sect won't be shameless enough to enter the Lost Realm, wouldn't that be dangerous?”

Golden Sword Old Ancestor intended to dissuade him.

Li Daoyi was a True Disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, with great hope of breaking through to the Profound Cave and taking charge of a sword lineage in the future.

For this, he did not hesitate to open the treasury and establish good relations in advance.

If Li Daoyi were to suffer any misfortune, not only would his investment be wasted, but it would also be difficult to explain to the Shushan Sword Sect.

Hearing this, a trace of mockery flashed across Li Daoyi's face: “Fellow Daoist Golden Sword, rest assured.

I will bring the Twelve Sword Slaves of the Spirit Pool with me on this trip.

Even if I face an Cave Profound Old Monster directly, I can entangle him for a moment, and escaping will not be a problem.”

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Golden Sword Old Ancestor no longer insisted, saving himself the trouble.

A few days later.

The Demon Subduing Mountain, spanning tens of thousands of miles, appeared before their eyes.

Hundreds of gray, hazy holes of varying sizes appeared in the Void Realm. Through them, one could vaguely see the interior of the Lost Realm.

Below, many wooden and stone buildings had been constructed, resembling a miniature market.

At this moment, many Cultivators were going in and out, bustling with activity, setting up stalls to sell what they had obtained from the Secret Realm.

The scene was no different from a Mortal bustling market.

“If I can obtain an entire large Mithril ore vein, it should be enough to fully complete the refining progress of the Flying Sword.”

Gu Changsheng muttered, accelerating his Escape Light (escape light) and plunging into a cave entrance dozens of feet wide.

Suddenly, the scenery before him changed.

Surrounded by mountains, many plants not found in the outside world grew here.

“Indeed, this Realm suppresses cultivation…”

Gu Changsheng tried to activate the demon idol Incarnation in his ear, and a faint repulsive force subtly arose in the Void Realm.

This world simply did not allow Cultivators above the True Core Realm to appear.

“It doesn't matter. Even with cultivation suppressed, my secret techniques can still be used as usual.

A Peak True Core Realm, I can kill with one hand.”

Gu Changsheng took out a piece of Mithril ore and carefully ground it into powder.

The Yuanshan Body Fusion Technique circulated within him, absorbing the Mithril Qi, and the Mountain Seeking Art was activated, vaguely sensing a similar aura.

Gu Changsheng turned his head to look in the southeast direction: “Is it in that place…”

Half an hour later, the earth pulse (earth veins) rolled, and a miniature Mithril mine was drawn out, transforming into a silver Dragon that escaped into his palm.

“A miniature ore vein…”

Gu Changsheng was a little dissatisfied.

But accumulation adds up.

Moreover, whether a large Mithril ore vein truly existed in this world was still debatable.

Half a day passed, and five miniature ore veins and one small Mithril ore vein were collected.

The efficiency was astonishing.

Drawing mountains and excavating ore veins caused considerable commotion, naturally attracting the attention of many Cultivators.

But when they saw Gu Changsheng's face clearly, they all chose to retreat.

The identity of Yu Dan's chief Alchemist was still very intimidating.

After all, no one wanted to provoke an Alchemist; who knew how many people had received favors from Alchemists?

The connections and network behind him were incredibly vast.

What's more, he was a chief Alchemist with Peak True Core Realm cultivation.

Even a True Dan Cultivator from the hostile Extremely Evil Sect, passing by, secretly shook his head.

Offending Yu Dan for a small Mithril mine was not worth it!

After another while, Gu Changsheng's body trembled, and he suddenly looked into the distance.

“This feeling… a large Mithril mine!”

After flying for a moment, a mound-shaped hill resembling a grave appeared before Gu Changsheng's eyes.

“It's here!”

He performed hand seals, and the Mountain Moving Art circulated.

The earth veins churned, the ground cracked open, and dust and smoke rose, soaring into the sky.

A wisp of Mithril aura assailed him.

Gu Changsheng clenched his hand into a claw, sand and stones flew up, and a palm-sized piece of Mithril ore fell into his palm.

Unlike ordinary crude Mithril ore, it was silvery-white throughout, as if refined, with few Impurities.

“It is indeed a large ore vein!”

Gu Changsheng's face lit up with joy. The Mountain Moving Art circulated, black Qi enveloped the ore vein, and the ore vein gradually shrank, transforming into a silver Dragon.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light struck, severing the connection between the silver Dragon and the black Qi.

The ore vein immediately fell, emitting a huge tremor, and smoke and dust billowed.

A Cultivator dressed in a green Daoist robe with a Shu Mountain pattern embroidered on the cuffs appeared before him, shouting: “This ore vein has been claimed by my master.

All irrelevant people, scram!”

Gu Changsheng's eyes narrowed.

Someone from the Shushan Sword Sect?