Jiang Feng thought for a moment and decided that he should consider the long-term, especially since this old demon had been reborn and had been harassing the sect, and the Dragon Kingdom Dynasty had actually ignored it. This was very strange.
Xiao Qingling sighed and said, "Actually, the one who suffered the most from this Demon Clan action is the Tyrant Clan. They are the closest to the three Demon Clan sects. I heard that the Tyrant Clan sent a message to my sister a while ago. I wonder what they said?"
Jiang Feng smiled lightly: "She's here, let her speak for herself." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qingfang appeared in the room.
"Qingfang greets you, sir. Has your Qingyun Jue reached the second level? Your perception is surprisingly high."
Jiang Feng scratched his head: "Just luck"
Xiao Qingfang shook her head: "I have also been studying the Qingyun Jue these days. Maybe I am just too slow to understand its meaning. As for the Batian Sect, they hope to go to the competition with our Qingyun Sect, so they can take care of us on the way."
"It seems that the Batian Sect is not having a good time either!"
Jiang Feng said: "By the way, Senior Sister, where is our sect's treasure house? I want to get some spiritual herbs to make pills."
The two were shocked when they heard this: "Sir, are you an alchemist?"
"I guess so," Jiang Feng replied
Xiao Qingling's face was filled with excitement. "May I ask what rank of alchemist you are, sir?"
Jiang Feng relied on the alchemy techniques and strange fire left by Xing Bo to refine the pills. The number of times he actually refined pills was not as many as those of the great alchemists.
"A fourth-grade alchemist, maybe? If he has a recipe, a fifth-grade elixir would also be fine," Jiang Feng said after thinking about it.
The two sisters looked at each other. A fourth-grade alchemist was too important in the sect.
Xiao Qingfang suddenly knelt down and said, "Young Master, the highest-ranking alchemist in Qingyun Sect, except for the Great Elder, is only of the third rank. The sect has been trying its best to train them over the years. I hope you can give them some pointers." The Great Elder was a genuine fourth-rank alchemist, but he was aloof and arrogant. He usually didn't interact with others, let alone guide the younger generation.
Jiang Feng calculated the time and said, "How about this, I'll go to the treasure pavilion first, and you ask the alchemists in the sect to gather in the alchemy room."
After saying this, he followed Xiao Qingfang's instructions and arrived at the Treasure Pavilion. The Treasure Pavilion was nestled in a misty area, surrounded by layers of restrictions. As Jiang Feng approached, he could sense a rich aura of spiritual energy. The gate was made of millennia-old ironwood, engraved with intricate runes, gleaming with a faint light, as if telling of the vicissitudes of time and its extraordinary beauty.
Jiang Feng took out the token given by Xiao Qingfang. After the elder outside the treasure pavilion looked at it, he respectfully opened the door.
Pushing open the door, a flash of precious light shone. The space inside was enormous, with rows of neatly arranged shelves. The shelves were filled with various spiritual herbs, some emitting a faint blue light, others exuding a hint of coldness, and some even swayed their branches slightly as if they had consciousness. A jade box nearby contained precious medicinal materials, such as crystal-clear crystal stones and demon cores containing powerful energy. In the corner were also piled many secret manuals on martial arts. Although most of them were low-level, they were extremely rare for ordinary disciples. Hanging on the wall were some magical weapons, such as swords, knives, and banners. Although they were not peerless divine weapons, they also shone with spiritual light. Jiang Feng was secretly delighted. The resources here were enough for him to refine many high-quality pills. As long as he could find the right recipe, improving his strength was just around the corner.
Jiang Feng stood there, frowning slightly, thinking to himself, "It would be great if Xing Bo was here. With his knowledge and experience, he would definitely be able to help me a lot. If I have the chance in the future, I must go to the Imperial Treasure Pavilion to check it out. Maybe there will be traces of the divine stone there!"
At that moment, Jiang Feng inadvertently caught a glimpse of a tray quietly placed in a dim corner. On the tray, a tattered map was prominently placed. The map seemed to exude a mysterious aura, drawing Jiang Feng involuntarily toward it.
Jiang Feng picked up the tattered map and examined it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly pulled out his own treasured, equally tattered treasure map. After comparing the two, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the map before him and his own map actually matched each other. It was obvious that they belonged to the same treasure map, but it was still incomplete.
Jiang Feng continued to search the Treasure Pavilion with great anticipation, but to his dismay, he still couldn't find the spiritual fruit he so desired. He couldn't help but lament the Qingyun Sect's lack of wealth. Fortunately, though, he wasn't completely unsuccessful. He eventually found two items that intrigued him: two precious pill recipes.
One of them is the recipe for a fourth-grade Golden Elixir, which is a priceless treasure for cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, as it has the magical effect of significantly increasing the chances of cultivators breaking through bottlenecks; the other is the recipe for a fourth-grade Soul-Nourishing Elixir, although its effect on repairing the soul is not as good as the legendary Soul-Nourishing Elixir, its advantage is that the materials required for refining are relatively easy to collect.
Satisfied, Jiang Feng put away the two pill recipes and left the treasure pavilion. He skillfully activated the Qingyun Jue, instantly boosting his awareness of his surroundings. Through this unique technique, he noticed that over a dozen cultivators had gathered in the hall where Xiao Qingling was. Some were whispering, others were closing their eyes to rest, creating a solemn atmosphere.
However, among this group of people, there was a white-haired old man who particularly attracted attention. Jiang Feng looked at him from afar and saw that the old man had white hair and a youthful face, his eyes were bright and sharp, and he exuded a powerful and restrained aura. It was obvious at a glance that he was no ordinary person.
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