138: Writing brush

“Someone else is here?”

Seeing the two figures, the surrounding craftsmen and palace guards remained motionless where they stood.

In the past few days, they had completely understood that neither the Immortal Revered Masters nor the Imperial Family treated them as human beings; if the other party wanted to kill them, they couldn't escape even if they ran, so it was better to stand still and die quickly.

At this moment.

The female Puppet in a black robe had already retrieved her Flying Sword, standing silently like a statue.

Tie Zhu extended his hand, and she immediately transformed into a streak of light, flying towards his palm, finally turning into a lifelike three-inch tall wooden figure that was placed into his Storage Pouch.

The Mortals watching from all around were dumbfounded, and both of them were annoyed by these gazes. Tie Zhu's face darkened as he looked at the crowd and said coldly:

“I’ll give you ten breaths of time as a chance to live. If you don’t leave, I’ll start a massacre!”

The scene was silent.

It was a good while before someone finally reacted: “Run!”

Everyone panicked, immediately dropping their tools and running out of the palace.

After everyone had left, Tie Zhu walked coldly to Xu Qing’s corpse, covering his hand with a layer of black mist and plunging it into the corpse’s brow. Soon, he pulled out a ball of green light from within.

This was Xu Qing’s soul. Tie Zhu did not put this mother-killing enemy into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but instead sealed him separately in a Soul-Sealing Bottle.

After doing all this, Tie Zhu picked up the crimson brush from the ground and asked Qin Feng: “This brush seems a bit special, Feng Ge, do you think it counts as a Magical Artifact?”

Qin Feng frowned and took a look.

A fishy smell emanated from the brush handle. It lacked the luster a Magical Artifact should have and showed no Spiritual Qi fluctuations. If it weren’t for the guy who just appeared, claiming to be the Ghost Emperor, it would be easy to mistake this brush for an ordinary one.

“It probably has other uses.”

“Then it’s yours. I don’t think it’s very useful.”

Tie Zhu didn't care and handed over the crimson brush. After a moment of hesitation, Qin Feng still accepted it.

Although this item was neither a Magical Artifact nor an ordinary brush, its ability to contain souls meant it was certainly no common object. Keeping it wouldn't be a bad thing.

A moment later, Qin Feng and Tie Zhu, riding the Thousand Mile Shuttle, disappeared from the spot, leaving only a pool of dark red, minced flesh...

On the way, Tie Zhu planned how to revive his mother. Although he also had a way to revive her, she would become an evil Cultivator afterward, and if he didn't make the best of a bad situation, she would completely turn into a walking corpse...

Qin Feng pondered for a long time but couldn't think of a way to revive the dead. Even if he had connections in the West Sea Dragon Palace, he couldn't contact anyone from the Dragon Palace right now.

“First, preserve Auntie’s body. Cultivate diligently. If we Ascend to the Immortal Realm in the future, bringing the dead back to life should be easy. If we can’t Ascend, we won’t live forever either.”

These words were Qin Feng’s true feelings and the only hope he could offer Tie Zhu.

Both of them had just broken through to the Core Formation Realm, and in this Cultivation World, they could only be considered slightly stronger ants.

“Feng Ge, I’ve thought it through.”

“I think it’s better to let my mother rest in peace. If I can truly Ascend to the Immortal Realm in the future, even if they turn into a handful of yellow earth, I will still save them. But for now, they should also have their own destiny.”

Tie Zhu’s eyes showed a complex expression, as if he had seen through many things after this incident.

“I might need to go handle the aftermath first. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

“I’ll take care of the Netherworld Soul Hall matters during this time. You can go in peace.”

The two simply said goodbye. One flew into the distance, and the other flew towards Iron Mountain Market.

When not pressed for time, Qin Feng usually preferred to use a Wood Spirit Boat. This low-grade Magical Artifact was simple and low-key, which could avoid a lot of trouble...

In the evening.

Qin Feng finally arrived at Wo Niu Mountain.

Before returning, he first went to Iron Mountain Market to purchase a large quantity of Spiritual Plant Liquid and spirit feeding powder, and then bought over a hundred sets of defensive Formations and a mountain gate Flying Sword Array.

Now that more and more effort was being put into the Netherworld Soul Hall, defensive measures naturally had to be improved. If it remained as loosely managed as before, it was highly likely to benefit others.

White mist drifted over Wo Niu Mountain. These were all Spiritual Qi needed by Cultivators to improve their Realm. However, without the Beast King Tree sapling, the Spiritual Qi was much thinner now, only twice as concentrated as the outside world.

In the open space of the courtyard not far away, Xiao Yun was practicing a set of boxing techniques. His Qi was surging, and circles of Spiritual Qi continuously fluctuated around him, clearly indicating that he had successfully reached Foundation Establishment.

Seeing Qin Feng, Xiao Yun immediately excitedly greeted him: “Revered Master, you’re back?”

“Mm.”

Qin Feng nodded. As he returned to his Immortal Cave, he turned his head to look at the medicinal herbs in the herb garden.

Apart from the three medicinal herbs needed to refine Rakshasa Pill, only one plot of land was planted with other Spirit Medicine, and all the remaining plots were empty.

Xiao Yun followed behind, diligently saying:

“Revered Master, I’ve been consolidating my Realm during this time, so I’m not very busy. Taking care of these medicinal herbs won’t take much time. Do you want me to build a small courtyard for you?”

Immortal Caves are only places used by Cultivators for Cultivation. Most people choose to build a separate residence according to their own preferences for daily living.

But he occasionally ran between the Netherworld Soul Hall and Wo Niu Mountain, and a person moving thrives while a tree moving dies. In the future, he might even have to go to Lingzhou, so there was no need. Although he refused Xiao Yun's suggestion, Qin Feng still remembered Xiao Yun's filial piety.

Entering the Immortal Cave.

Qin Feng took out all the items he bought from Iron Mountain Market. Countless spirit feeding powder, Spiritual Plant Liquid, and Formations instantly filled the Immortal Cave.

Qin Feng stood amidst the many items, continuously picking up packaged sets of Formations from the ground.

A moment later, two sets of Heaven Rank top-grade Formations appeared in the Immortal Cave.

One was the Four elephantMystic Tortoise Grand Formation, and the other was the Heaven Severing Godly Stealth Formation. When operating at their Peak, these two Formations could deal with Great Ascension Stage Cultivators and were the top-tier Formations in the Cultivation World!

With the Formations in place, next were the Spiritual Plant Liquid and spirit feeding powder.

Qin Feng excitedly took out a stack of huge, mat-like paper from his Storage Pouch. This paper could hold fifty bags of ordinary spirit feeding powder, like a sack of grain.

Synthesizing once in this manner was equivalent to fifty syntheses in normal conditions, greatly reducing the time cost.

After some operations, Qin Feng synthesized a total of twenty bags of earth-grade spirit feeding powder, each weighing fifty jin.

Additionally, there were thirty-eight barrels of Human Rank top-grade Spiritual Plant Liquid. The wooden barrels containing the Spiritual Plant Liquid had special space, and each barrel held five hundred jin.

Each watering with Human Rank top-grade Spiritual Plant Liquid could increase the growth cycle by one hundred and eighty days, meaning two days of watering could make the medicinal herbs grow to a year's worth.

Qin Feng excitedly put away all the items. After changing his appearance from his own to that of a red-faced Cultivator, he left Wo Niu Mountain overnight and flew towards the Netherworld Soul Hall.

Sensing Qin Feng’s aura approaching.

Many Core Formation Stage powerhouses of the Netherworld Soul Hall appeared one after another on Yanluo Peak, waiting.

After Qin Feng landed, Tianshan Ghost Merchant was the first to rush up, saying excitedly: “Hall Revered Master! You... the matter you asked me to inquire about has news!”

“What is it?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted fallen immortal stone essence before? There’s news!”