Now that he had 460 high-grade spirit stones, Shang Yanting exchanged the mid-grade spirit stones he had previously buried. The remaining 352 high-grade spirit stones and 108 low-grade spirit stones were all put into the little raccoon's magic talisman.

I'm rich again!

Besides money, they also exchanged the formation for other things: Purple Spirit Pills, the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade resembling something from another world, and Marrow Cleansing Pills.

Jia Xitong carried the Purple Spirit Pill with her at all times, occasionally feeding one to the magical beasts in the stable.

Shang Yanting then took out his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and began practicing it in the training ground.

Feeling it was a good fit, he called over Niu Chuanchuan, who was standing next to him, and said, "Why don't you give it a try too?"

Upon hearing this, Niu Chuanchuan took the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and wielded it with great power.

Is it easy to use?

Shang Yanting asked.

"It works well."

Niu Niu answered honestly.

"Then this weapon will be yours from now on."

After Shang Yanting calmly finished speaking, Niu Chuanchuan froze on the spot, "Brother Yan, are you serious?"

He gripped the broadsword with excitement, only now daring to reveal his fondness for the weapon.

Since following Shang Yanting, Niu Chuanchuan has been practicing the Myriad Gods Slash. As someone with no steady income who lives and eats at his older brother's house, how could Niu Chuanchuan possibly have the money to buy weapons? His machete's blade was dulled but he never replaced it.

New, Dharma-gold ritual implements!

"Me! Me! Me!"

Niu Chuanchuan was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

During his studies, everyone bullied, humiliated, and took advantage of him, but Yan Qing was the only one who always extended a helping hand to him.

He no longer knew how to repay him.

"Cultivate diligently and improve your strength."

Niu Chuanchuan possesses a rare bloodline; continuously increasing his strength is the best way to repay him.

As for the Marrow Cleansing Pill, it was for my twenty senior brothers. They're all thirty years old and haven't broken through to the Martial Spirit realm yet; they need the pill to give them a push.

When Shang Yanting placed twenty pills in front of them, the senior brothers were all stunned.

This was also the first time they had experienced what it meant to be chased around and fed.

They made three big deals, but not many of them were actually of much use to Shang Yanting and Jia Xitong.

However, given Shang Yanting's current strength, it's unlikely that these peak masters would possess the treasures he needs, and even if they did, they wouldn't be willing to part with them.

As the business continued, Xianlongfeng was still able to accumulate wealth.

One day

An uninvited guest descended from Xianlong Peak.

Nimu stood at the door with a gloomy expression, followed by several of his disciples.

Upon seeing Shang Yanting appear, he began to mock, "Peak Master Yan, you certainly have a lot of power."

Ever since Shang Yanting started doing business with array formations, Master Nimu's life has become less and less comfortable.

Seeing this, Shang Yanting didn't seem to care much. "Master Nimu, what brings you here?"

"I'm here to settle the score with you for stealing my knowledge of formation techniques."

Master Nimu stomped his cane hard and snorted coldly at him, "You'd better tell me honestly where you stole my ancestral formation from?"

"Your family's secret formation?"

That's a bit funny.

"nature!"

Nimu was very proud.

"As everyone knows, my family has been practicing formations for generations. And you, Yan Qing, were asking me to set up formations just a few months ago. You were a complete novice when it came to formations. How did you suddenly become someone who knows everything?"

It was obvious that he had stolen their family's formation techniques.

Nimu's words were incoherent.

Shang Yanting found it amusing. "Is it possible that only you in this world know how to form arrays? I'll let you off the hook because you're quite old. Now, leave my Xianlong Mountain territory immediately."

"You're just feeling guilty!"

Nimu slammed his wooden staff down hard. "If you say it's not true, then take out this array diagram and let me see it!"

They really don't back down even once, they just keep pushing their luck.

"You bastard!"

Shang Yanting's smile vanished, and a furious shout, imbued with the power of a Martial King, crashed down upon him.

Nimu, who was only at the mid-stage of the Martial Grandmaster realm, suddenly felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on him, but he still stubbornly insisted, "If you are innocent, why don't you dare to confront me?!"

"If you have any doubts, go to the Heavenly Observation Bureau."

Shang Yanting is not someone who can be easily manipulated.

He curled his fingers into claws and with a wave of his spiritual power broke the wooden staff supporting Nimu into several pieces. "Troublemaking on Xianlong Peak will end like this wooden staff."

After several rounds of rectification, Nimu instantly lost his previous imposing manner.

He arrived in a haughty manner with his disciples, but left in a sorry state.

When Zhao Wei arrived after hearing this, Ni Mu had already run away, leaving only his back view.

I came here to cheer them on, but I ended up just watching a joke.

What kind of master is Nimu? He's just an arrogant bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, please wait!"

Zhao Wei disembarked from the flying artifact and specifically reminded him, "Nimu is a narrow-minded person who likes to scheme against others. Now that you've had a conflict with him, you must be careful of his underhanded tactics."

Shang Yanting was naturally grateful for the kind reminder.

Thank you.

He was naturally not afraid of being ambushed.

Niu Chuanchuan is now at the late stage of Martial Spirit and has the ability to protect himself. The weakest among them are only the junior brothers of Qing Shuang Peak.

Shang Yanting and the others gave them a few reminders today, but just then, the Qing Shuang Peak disciples encountered danger.

On the way home from school

The twenty fellow disciples were hurrying towards the academy, their path fraught with dense forest, making them easy targets for ambushes. Suddenly, a dozen or so Martial Spirit cultivators, their faces masked and weapons in hand, blocked their way.

Although the senior brothers outnumbered them by a factor of two, their strength...

"Why must you heroes take such a risk?"

The senior brothers were all shrewd and pragmatic; they spontaneously pooled all the money they had together. The poor folks didn't even have enough silver to exchange for a single low-grade spirit stone.

"We only have this much silver; we hope you will let us leave."

Who wants these things?

The masked martial artist kicked away the offered silver coins and charged at them with his sword drawn.

The difference between a Martial Spirit and a Martial Master is so great that a single level difference can be overwhelming.

A long sword was thrusting towards the senior brother's brow.

Just when life and death were at stake, the eldest brother suddenly heard a cow mooing in his ear.

"Moo!"

The giant rhinoceros's horn jammed the masked martial artist's weapon; the horn was so hard that it instantly shattered the martial artist's longsword into several pieces.

Its skin is thick and tough.

Like a sturdy wall, it protected the weakling, the eldest brother.

Little Grey also kicked off, lashing out at the masked martial artist charging at it. Each kick landed squarely, sending the once docile horse tumbling about wildly.

The most powerful thing is getting rich.

It was originally an ice-type magical beast, and now its strength has greatly increased. Hundreds of ice spikes were condensed by its efforts and then released all at once!

The masked men didn't take the twenty Martial Masters seriously, but the three magical beasts that had already reached the Martial Spirit realm taught them a lesson.

When Niu Chuanchuan arrived, he saw three household-type magical beasts fighting bravely against the enemy.

The Purple Spirit Pills I took back then weren't wasted.

The essence I drank (for washing dishes) wasn't wasted.

His painstaking cultivation of absorbing the essence of the moon every night was not in vain.

Today, Giant Rock Rhinoceros, Little Grey, and Fortune are the spokespeople for all ordinary monsters born today!