Chapter 52 Qing Yan leaves.
Chapter 52
"What the hell is this thing?" Bu Xingjin hurriedly took out the Blood River Knife, and after the Yin Four-Xiang Elephant Black Insects pounced on him in layers, he killed them one by one with the knife.
This demonic beast was actually not worth mentioning; it was weak and fearful of strong enemies. With one strike of Bu Xingjin's sword, a Yin Four-necked Black Worm was instantly killed. After killing several more, the remaining demonic beasts, seeing this, fled in fear.
Only a few corpses of Yin four-necked black insects were left there.
Bu Xingjin saw that the Yin Four-Armed Black Insect that was hindering him ran away, but did not chase it, but continued to look for the third-level red ghost grass.
Qing Yan and Little Turtle remained in the car. After leaving Shifang City and on the way here, Qing Yan had offered to help, but Bu Xingjin politely declined. He was merely picking a single herb, and for him, such a trivial task was too insignificant to require help.
Hard work pays off. After several hours of unremitting searching, Bu Xingjin finally found a third-level red ghost grass in a quiet corner.
He picked it carefully and placed it in an exquisite wooden medicine box specially used to store third-level red ghost grass.
"Finally, it's done. I can return to the Amaterasu Sect to complete the mission." Bu Xingjin stretched his weary back, then bent over and searched for a long time, his bones seemingly stiff. He had been searching with his spiritual sense for the most part, but then his energy ran low, and he couldn't release his spiritual sense, so he had to rely on his eyes.
Looking up at the sky, Bu Xingjin realized that it was already dawn of the next day.
The pitch-black night gradually faded, and the deep blue sky began to appear. A sliver of white, like the belly of a fish, appeared on the horizon, heralding the approach of dawn. The sun, the source of life that gave birth to all things, slowly rose above the horizon, its light illuminating the world and ushering in a new day.
Bu Xingjin walked to the monster car that had been following him and was not far away from him.
"I didn't expect it to be so hard to find. Sorry for the long wait."
Bu Xingjin felt deeply sorry. He really had not expected that the third-level red ghost grass would be so difficult to find.
"No problem," Qing Yan replied. He and the little turtle hadn't been idle on the monster cart, but had engaged in a series of in-depth discussions. His sudden departure was due to him sensing the aura of the divine weapon that had once belonged to him. Theoretically, this weapon should be in the upper realm, but for some reason, it had appeared in the lower realm. He decided to investigate for himself.
"Then let's set off immediately and return to Amaterasu Sect." Bu Xingjin turned nimbly, waved his arm, and led the flaming purple lion on the way home.
Although it was still dark, it didn't affect the Flaming Purple Lion much. It already had the ability to hunt at night, and its vision was as clear as in the daylight. For Bu Xingjin, the difference between day and night wasn't noticeable. His vision was only slightly clearer during the brighter daylight hours, while at night, it was as hazy as if he were wearing sunglasses.
At lightning speed, they arrived at Amaterasu Sect in just over a day. When the evening of the next day came, they arrived at the gate of Amaterasu Sect.
Bu Xingjin was about to accompany Qingyan into the gates of the Amaterasu Sect. Seeing that it was getting late, he suggested that Qingyan stay the night and set off again the next morning. However, Qingyan stopped at the gates of the Amaterasu Sect after getting off the monster car. Before Bu Xingjin could finish his words, Qingyan interrupted him and said goodbye in advance.
It felt as if Qing Yan had actually been preparing to leave for a long time, but he followed him out of concern because he was afraid that something might happen to him on the way back to Amaterasu Sect.
Afraid of delaying Qingyan's business, Bu Xingjin had no choice but to wave goodbye to him.
"If there's nothing else, I'll probably stay in Amaterasu Sect to practice during this time."
"You can come find me here when you're done."
"I understand." Qing Yan only gently responded to Bu Xingjin's reluctance to leave with three words, then turned and left. The little turtle still clung tightly to his shoulder, walking with him.
Only after Qing Yan's figure disappeared from his sight did Bu Xingjin turn around and enter the Amaterasu Sect with the monster vehicle he had purchased with a considerable amount of spirit stones. This vehicle meant so much to him, how could he easily abandon it outside? He wondered if the Amaterasu Sect had a dedicated facility to properly manage these monster vehicles?
Bu Xingjincai stepped into the gate of Amaterasu Sect with great confidence. Before he had gone far, a young disciple came towards him with light steps.
"My fellow disciple, demonic beasts are not allowed to roam freely within the Amaterasu Sect." The Amaterasu Sect has a large mountain protection formation. Except for certain times of inter-sect exchange, only internal disciples are permitted to enter. Since this wasn't a time for inter-sect exchange, there were practically no outsiders within the Amaterasu Sect. So Zhang Yuhao mentioned a fellow disciple. He guessed they were newly recruited disciples, unfamiliar with the sect's rules, and therefore had brought in a demonic beast that was clearly meant for transportation.
Zhang Yuhao was dressed in sky blue clothes and his appearance was unremarkable. He looked like an ordinary passerby standing silently behind the protagonist in the fairy tale drama that Bu Xingjin had watched.
"I'm sorry, I just joined the Amaterasu sect not long ago and am not familiar with many of the sect's affairs." Bu Xingjin apologized to the other party and said with a smile.
As expected, Zhang Yuhao nodded in understanding. He was the favorite disciple of the main peak, Zhaixing Peak, and was known for his helpfulness and enthusiasm.
"Just remember it for the future."
"There is a place in the sect specifically for storing monster beasts, but it requires spirit stones."
After saying that, Zhang Yuhao looked Bu Xingjin up and down, and felt that he did not seem to be someone who was short of spirit stones, and should be able to afford the cost of fostering a monster beast.
Owning a monster beast is undoubtedly a blessing. After all, they not only help us traverse various terrains quickly, but also provide us with unparalleled comfort during our journey. However, unlike previous means of transportation, monster beasts are not simply machines that can be powered by gasoline. They are living beings that require careful care, including meeting their various needs such as food and daily living. Therefore, when choosing a monster beast as a means of transportation, we must be responsible for it and take good care of it with all our heart. As for spirit stones, as long as they are not outrageously expensive, they still have some value.
"Thank you. Can you tell me where it is? I'll send the monster there right away."
"Come with me. It's a bit far. I'll take you there when I have time."
Zhang Yuhao gently tilted his head to signal Bu Xingjin to follow. Bu Xingjin followed closely, holding the Flaming Purple Lion in his hand. On the winding road, Bu Xingjin nearly lost his way. Then, after countless turns, they finally arrived at their destination—the Daibu Monster Custody Station.
When they arrived at the place, Zhang Yuhao told Bu Xingjin to go in directly, and then left with his gratitude.
Bu Xing carefully led the Flame Purple Lion into the solemn gate of the Monster Custody Office.
Upon entering, Bu Xingjin's vision seemed to transport him to a mysterious beast paradise, a brand-new world. Before him lay a painting of mountains, streams, forests, grasslands, and a variety of other landscapes. Zhang Yuhao, who had brought him here, had explained that the demon beast ward was a small, mustard-seed-like space.
Bu Xingjin strolled among them, and saw various kinds of monsters wandering leisurely. Without looking closely, one could feel that they were carefully cared for.
Bu Xingjin had not taken a few steps when someone came to meet him.
A chubby stranger, less than 1.5 meters tall, approached. His face was expressionless and serious. He first cast his gaze on the Flaming Purple Lion. After carefully examining it, he immediately quoted a price: "It's charged by the day, one medium-grade spirit stone per day. If you stay longer, you can enjoy a discount. You only need to pay three high-grade spirit stones in a year, and you can use and withdraw them at any time during that time."
This calculation revealed a value exceeding the cost of purchasing a single demon beast. Bu Xingjin couldn't help but smack his lips. He knew that one high-grade spirit stone was worth the equivalent of one hundred mid-grade spirit stones, and he was running low on them. So, he took out a high-grade spirit stone and handed it to the fat man, saying firmly, "I don't know how long we need to keep this demon beast here, but let's tentatively set it at one hundred days."
"Okay." The fat man quickly put the spirit stone away, his expressionless face finally breaking into a smile. He handed Bu Xingjin a talisman. "This is a communication talisman. I can receive messages from anywhere in the Amaterasu Sect. If you need a demon beast, just send me a message and I'll deliver it to your door."
"Okay." Bu Xingjin gently put away the communication talisman, his eyes fixed on the fat man's expression, which looked as if the formalities were complete and he could leave. He couldn't help but pour out his doubts: "Didn't you give me any proof? What should I do if someone claims my monster beast?"
"Absolutely not," the little fat man answered firmly. Seeing Bu Xingjin's expression of obvious disbelief, he had to continue explaining for the sake of the high-grade spirit stone: "This communication talisman is proof. Use this communication talisman to send me a message, and I will know which monster you have. I have never made a mistake in the Monster Custody Office in the decades since it was established."
"Okay, I'm just asking. Just make sure I don't get confused with anyone else."
After getting the answer, Bu Xingjin turned and left.
Unlike the way he had come, following Zhang Yuhao closely and effortlessly navigating the winding roads, Bu Xingjin's return to his starting point was quite a hassle. After several missteps, he not only spent two or three times as much time as he had on his way here, but also endured untold hardships before finally returning to his starting point.
It was already late at night, so Bu Xingjin decided to turn in the task early tomorrow morning and go back to rest. After finishing the task, he also planned to go find Zhao Siwen to see what he was doing recently.
There was basically no change in the Amaterasu Sect after he had been away for more than 20 days. Bu Xingjin walked to the familiar Fuhua Peak courtyard. Everything in the courtyard was no different from when he left.
Bu Xingjin returned to the room, walked to the cushion and sat down cross-legged.
After coming out of the Immortal Tomb, things happened one after another and he had no time to sort them out.
He took out the stone he got from Madam Zhilan's treasure house.
No matter how he examined it, he thought it was ordinary. However, in his dream, the stone conveyed the message of Qing Yan's departure. After waking up, he was surprised to learn that Qing Yan really did intend to leave for a while.
Bu Xingjin was full of doubts, wondering if it was a coincidence or if this mysterious stone really had the ability to predict the future.
After thinking about it, he decided to try whether this stone was really ordinary and see how the stone would handle danger.
He took out the Blood River Knife, held it tightly in both hands, and then slashed it hard at the stone.
At the moment when the Blood River Knife was about to touch the stone, the stone, which had been lying quietly on the ground, suddenly deviated from its original position as if driven by a mysterious force, cleverly avoiding the attack of the Blood River Knife.
Um?
This stone can actually move by itself?
Bu Xingjin was probably dazzled and made a mistake, so he swung the Blood River Knife again to hit the boulder.
Once again, the stone cleverly shifted its direction, successfully avoiding the fate of being chopped into pieces.
Bu Xingjin put away the Blood River Knife and picked up the stone on the ground. He picked up the stone and placed it in his palm without moving. It looked like a truly ordinary stone.
It seems that this stone may really be able to predict things.
Bu Xingjin stroked the stone and then threw it into the black ring.
I wonder how often this stone makes predictions?
He hadn't slept since the stone's last prophecy, so he hadn't experienced the wonders of dreams. Thus, he couldn't confirm whether the stone could actually predict information.
He planned to have a good sleep tonight to see if the stone would appear in his dream again to predict something.
Thinking of this, Bu Xingjin slowly stood up from the futon, walked lightly to the bedside, and sat down neatly. Then, he let his hair down, stretched his body, and fell back, hoping to quickly fall into a sweet dream.
As a result, I slept well all night, but without any dreams.
On the second day, when the sun was three poles high, Bu Xingjin woke up from his deep sleep.
He gazed at the bright sunlight outside and realized that his attempt last night had failed. The stone had not appeared in his dream. Obviously, he would have to rest well in his free time in the days ahead, hoping that the stone would one day enter his dreams and engage in a spiritual communication with him.
Bu Xingjin slowly got up from the bed, tidied his appearance, and prepared to go to the mission hall to hand in the task at hand.
He walked slowly into the mission hall, gently holding the exquisite wooden medicine box in one hand and the token representing his identity as an outer disciple in the other.
Perhaps it was still early, so not many people were in the mission hall. Bu Xingjin walked up to the white-haired old man with a clear purpose. He placed the wooden medicine box and the outer disciple token on the counter and whispered to the old man who seemed to be sleeping, "I'm here to hand in the mission."
The old man, who had half-closed his eyes, opened them. Those bright eyes looked nothing like those of an old man. Bu Xingjin knew from seeing the old man's eyes that he had deliberately altered his appearance to that state. His original appearance must have been ageless. The rest of the body could be altered, but the eyes were immutable.
The old man opened the wooden medicine box and took a look, then said slowly, "Task 578 completed, reward: 10 high-grade spirit stones."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Xingjin was shocked to find that ten high-grade spirit stones had appeared on the counter in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh at the old man's prowess. He had no idea how these spirit stones appeared. It seemed that they had always been there, never leaving.
Bu Xingjin collected the ten high-grade spirit stones on the counter.
The old man continued, "Please explain who killed Lu Xunwen, a disciple of Fuhua Peak."
The old man took out a uniquely shaped transparent ring from his arms, gently handed it to Bu Xingjin, and gestured for him to put his hand in the center of the ring when answering questions.
This ring is a magic weapon refined by the master of Huolian Peak. He is not clear about the principle behind it, but he only knows that it has one function, which is to judge whether a person is lying.
Bu Xingjin had never seen this thing before, and he didn't know what it was used for. He didn't feel any danger from it, as if it was just an ordinary thing.
He gently inserted his hand into the ring and slowly spoke, "As far as I know, the murderer is a disciple of the Demon-Raising Spirit Sect, named Zan Zhiqing." He had specifically asked Madam Zhilan about the name of the green-robed middle-aged man after leaving the Tomb of the Loose Immortals. This was so that when he returned to the sect to hand in his mission, if anyone asked him about the murderer's identity, how could he answer that it was a middle-aged man in a green robe?
The ring lit up with a white light. The old man looked at it and nodded, saying, "I'm not lying. Mission 161 is complete. The reward is one Heavenly Spirit Flower and one hundred high-grade spirit stones."
The Celestial Flower is a small blue flower that looks ordinary, yet it constantly exudes a cooling energy. If carried close to the body, it will be frozen by the flower. Therefore, it can only be stored in a special wooden box.
The storage time of Tianjinghua must be carefully controlled. Once the predetermined time limit is exceeded, its magical effect of emitting cooling air will disappear, causing it to lose its original function and effect.
The old man, perceiving Bu Xingjin's ignorance of the Celestial Flower, took the initiative to reveal its precious secret. Understanding Bu Xingjin's needs, he generously provided not only knowledge about the Celestial Flower but also the wooden box in which to store it. Bu Xingjin spent three precious, high-grade spirit stones to purchase the exquisite wooden box specifically designed to house this miraculous flower.
After expressing his gratitude, Bu Xingjin collected the reward and prepared to go find Zhao Siwen to see if he knew what the Tianjinghua was used for.
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Bu Xingjin came to Zhao Siwen's palace, which had an extremely exquisite appearance.
The palace gate was closed, so he walked forward and knocked. Only then did he think of a question: was Zhao Siwen still in the Amaterasu Sect, or had he also gone out on a mission?
Bu Xingjin knocked three times, but received no response. Just as he turned to leave, the palace door quietly opened.
Bu Xingjin walked into the palace, followed the winding corridor to the innermost part, and finally found Zhao Siwen.
He seemed to have just finished his training and was sitting cross-legged on a cushion. When Bu Xingjin approached, he stood up from the cushion and walked towards Bu Xingjin, as if preparing for a warm hug.
Zhao Siwen widened his eyes and exclaimed in amazement: "Bu Xingjin, you have actually reached the late Jindan realm! What's going on? Why is your cultivation path so rapid!" As he spoke, he seemed to have a strong feeling of envy and admiration for Bu Xingjin, and even had the urge to strangle him to death.
"I've been practicing endlessly day and night, and just a few days ago I broke through to the Golden Core Stage, entering the Golden Core Stage at the age of fifteen. I'm considered one of the best geniuses in the sect, but why do I feel like trash when I'm facing you?"
"When we first met, your cultivation level was only at the Qi training stage, one realm lower than mine. But after such a short time, you're already two realms higher than me."
Zhao Siwen vented his anger loudly, unable to let it go for a long time. He had always been the one to surpass others, but he didn't expect to be hit so hard today.
Bu Xingjin stood quietly by, watching Zhao Siwen's frantic performance. Besides his hard work, Zhao Siwen also had a system cheat, putting him at a completely different starting point. If he couldn't even achieve this level of performance, then wouldn't he be a complete failure?
It took a long time for Zhao Siwen to calm down.
"I am the spirit of plants and trees, and I am definitely different from you." Bu Xingjin comforted.
"You don't have to say anything more. I have already accepted the reality." Zhao Siwen made a stop gesture.
"What do you want from me?"
Bu Xingjin took out the wooden box, opened it carefully, and revealed the blue flower inside. "I want to ask you, do you know what the function of the Tianjing Flower is?"
"How did you get the Celestial Flower?" Zhao Siwen was surprised at first, then excitedly asked, "Did you complete that mission? Did you find out who killed my brother? Where is he?"
The Heavenly Essence Flower was provided by Fuhua Peak. To attract more disciples to this quest, the Peak Master offered something far more valuable than the actual value. He personally completed the quest in the Outer Sect Quest Hall, just to find the murderer who killed his senior brother.
"Oh~" Bu Xingjin suddenly realized, and he said to himself: "So that's why I got the perfect mission to investigate the murderer. I should have realized that besides me, I'm afraid only those people in Fuhua Peak hate the middle-aged man in green robes."
"Yes, I completed that mission."
Bu Xingjin stared into Zhao Siwen's eyes and said word by word, "The middle-aged man in green robes who killed Senior Brother Lu Xunwen is also dead."
Dead? The person who killed my brother is dead?
Zhao Siwen repeated these words over and over, recalling that his master had revealed yesterday his intention to personally go and find the man who had killed his brother and take his head. However, today, Bu Xingjin told him that the man had already died.
"Really?"
"There is absolutely no falsehood. He died in the Immortal Tomb and there is no possibility of survival." Bu Xingjin responded firmly.
"Hahaha, good to die." Zhao Siwen laughed heartily, but in the blink of an eye, his expression changed and he exclaimed, "Oh no!"
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